Monday, October 15, 2012

SuperBetter

A visit with Samira and her warm hands followed by a bunch of gabbing with
Marcy, Rob, Gabby, Daniel, and Issy.
Wood chips, bunny manure and coffee grounds
delicious Than buritoes and a walk with Jenna, Tybe and Dubin.
Mushrooms and Geocache found
in the woods, dog noses and conversation.
Survey of the possible future sight of the West End Co-op.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Metaphor

Fifteen seconds to think through a calm and peaceful commute to work. Then drive with that intention.

Tuesday, October 09, 2012

Lap of luxury.

Wake up in a warm bed.
Good breakfast.
Hot shower.
Good book.
Work.

Monday, October 08, 2012

Every day

At lunch I walked outside doing a half hour loop through the ADP, Genzyme and A123 parking lots. I saw a women in the woods tying red strips on tree branches. There is a Ford Focus with a licence plate holder that says "Dr. Who. My other car is a Tardis". The sun went behind the clouds and a chill wind blew making me think of my coat that I had left in the car.

Sunday, October 07, 2012

Two men.


One stopped by to ask if he could look in my camper (yes)
and the other told me it was 42 degrees this morning.

Honk, honk, passing 30 feet up.


First I heard the approaching honks steady at about one every two seconds. Then the four Canadian geese flew past by overhead at tree top height. I could hear the wings beating the air and the whistle of the air rushing by.

Whats up duck?

Whats up duck?

Three loons glided along the lake at sunrise. A duck came flying in from over the lake quacking as it approached the loons. The duck carved a V  in the water and landed with a small splash. The three loons swiveled about towards the duck and after a few seconds the duck let out a quick quack of "My mistake! " and quickly flapped itself out of the water and flew away. The loons resumed their course and started disappearing beneath the lake surface reappearing 20 to 30 feet away.

Saturday, October 06, 2012

A gift while walking in the woods.

A woman and man are walking towards me. With them is a boy, about 4 or 5 years old. The boy spots me and walks right towards me. He asks if I want an acorn. I say yes, that I have been looking for one all day. He hands me one, pauses, and says "Here take them all." He roots around in his pants pockets and hands me 5 more. As he turns to catch up with the 2 adults he is with he says "Those are to feed the squirrels." I start to walk away with the 6 acorns and realize they are still warm from his pockets.