A few moments on the balcony looking out to the edge of sky and water. Water and earth.
Bob is fishing off the bank and has signaled that he already has snagged two good sized trout.
Settling back into my water-scape view, tears swell as naturally as the persistent, gentle lapping of waves against the concrete bulkhead.
These are the good days.
In hindsight we’ll see more of the incredible gift of these easy times, even as we know in these moments their delicate joys.
The rest of the story is that I did. And walk, and draw, and read, and write, and pray and eat. Oh I ate!
Here I am on the top of Prayer Mountain – not my best look, but I was pretty happy up there. Continue reading The Hill Country #4 : The Rest of the Story
Hillscapes. Sun. Tea. Books. Birdsongs. And a new location – on the other side of the hill. Quiet. It takes a little time to unwind. I forget that when planning a trip. And sometimes it takes changing our minds and changing our location as we did last night. It was a good move.
Now the breezes come and go, the small manmade waterfall offers her calming rhythm, the hawks glide overhead on rising currents of warming air, and I think about … how much does the soul weigh? Continue reading The Hill Country #2 : Bucking the System
I’m not settled. I could maybe relax if I knew I didn’t have to go somewhere and do what people would do when here – hike, explore, be active in nature. But I just sit.
This porch is nice but I’m finding it difficult to not think about what it would take to own a place like this, or when we leave finding the next B&B to go to and avoid going home. This constant and mostly unconscious need to mentally leave the present for more of what was abandoned in the now is too familiar – like pressing my tongue again and again against the rough edges of a tooth. I can’t seem to stop the circular thinking long enough to lay down pencil and paper for the view, or ignore the droning noise of cars and trucks racing along the nearby blacktop road. I’m flabbergasted at how these sounds echo through the hills and mimic the toll way volumes of Houston. Continue reading Day 1 in Paradise : Like a Bat in the Dark
We have settled in at Las Parras, just north of Abiquiu. This is the first time I’ve settled long enough to write since arriving in New Mexico last week. I just finished reading Rueful Death by Susan Albert; it was a little lighter than my taste but it was a good read for leisure times. Continue reading Abiquiu 2011
We are going to Camp Creek (near Bryan/College Station) today to visit friends. From there we will be heading to Saint Jo as a sister-in-law’s sweet father, Vernie, passed away rather unexpectedly yesterday. We don’t know the details of the services yet but will leave from Camp Creek when we do. It may be Wed or Thursday by the time we get back. Continue reading Near-Perfect: thinking of Vernie
It’s our second and final morning in the country. I am up earlier than I would have liked and a bit restless. Nothing strikes my fancy for reading, and I can’t imagine writing anything of interest. Now or ever.
I have mixed feelings about this central Texas B&B. The little house is cozy, Continue reading Good morning in Kyle