Ball Points

The sign says, ‘Ball Point Trail’.

“Who names a hiking trail after a pen?” I wonder as we pull into the gravel parking lot.

I imagine some historic ball point pen inventor or maybe a writer. I consider a famous historical, nature-loving philosopher with deep, deep thoughts regarding  pens.

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But, on second glance, the sign reads, ‘Bull Point Trail’, not as interesting as a trail named after writing utensils. Continue reading “Ball Points”

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One Day

imageSome days you’re only one of many, many stones.

Some days you’re the stick, balancing it all.

One day you’ll find you’re neither one.

You’ll stand up, brush off the sand, and walk away wondering what all that was about.

One day, you become yourself.

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Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography

 

Love in this Desert

image“Darkness cannot drive out Darkness;

Only Light can do that.

Hate cannot drive out Hate;

only Love can do that.”

If we can find

Love in Death Valley

surely we can

find Love,

carry Love,

hold tight to Love

and drive out Hate

wherever we walk.

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Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography, Death Valley, California

Quote: Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. 1957, sermon

Vision

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Its a useful thing, perspective.

Without it, all we can see is where we are. We can’t tell where we’ve been nor even where we might be heading.

We could just keep on in the same direction, doing the same thing, hoping it’s progress. We can keep making good time in the wrong direction.

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Running Through the Night

Earlier tonight, the full moon reflecting off the river water in the park. A wild dash toward a rumored Vulpix. Two young men ask what we’re after as we rush past.

“Vulpix,” we pant, “Over by the Library.”

They join in the hunt.

“What team are you?” We gasp,

“Team After-The-Vulpix.” Was their perfect answer. “Go Team Vulpix!” We shouted and picked up speed, laughing.

Color is irrelevant when you run together through the night.

We are all, in the end, after the Vulpix. We are all running together, running through the night.

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The Slow Road

The Buddhist Temple is just about a mile down the road from my house. About a year ago, I was tickled to be invited to join a Saturday morning meditation group. I was nervous at first that I’d do it wrong, somehow and find myself voted out of the Temple. But, apart from the aches of sitting cross-legged on my aging body, I quite enjoy the peace, appreciate the hour or so, unplugged and unavailable. I’ve been an on and off regular, ever since my first foray into Buddhism–sometimes, life and outside obligations interfere with inner peace.
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Beached

imagePhoto Credit: Anita Bowen Photography

“Well,” She thought, “The Great Zebra Migration of 2016 was smaller than expected.”

Some days are full of surprise; remember to look.

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