Taking a walk 1.11.18

I  had an opportunity to venture out beyond my normal routine today.  As I walked along the trail at Salmon Run I found this natural threshold.  There was a homestead close by at one time but the mountains are quick to reclaim anything that isn’t maintained.  Perhaps the threshold here is a warning.  “Beyond this point you must leave the outside world behind”.   As I walked on a little further the forest began to strip away the domesticated part of my spirit.  My feral nature returned.  I could smell the wood and stone.  I could hear the scampering of small feet just out of sight.  The birds are chirping but something caught my attention.  There was a hole in the noise. If one stays very still and listens the forest will tell you what is happening around you. As I tracked the silence a jogger came down the path.  Once he and his dog passed the noise came back.  

It was good to get out of the house even if only for a few minutes.   Today was a good day. 

Beneath Dreaming Tree

There is a place in my dreams where a lone tree stands bridging heaven and earth. 

As nighttime falls and the land sleeps the clouds come dancing by.

Stars sing in chorus to the nightbird’s lonely cry. 

A maiden enters my dreams.  Her green eyes pierce the night and she takes my hand. 

Rise up you sleeper she whispers softly.  

This dream is short and our time has come.  

Our thoughts and hearts are one.

But all too soon will come the dawn. 

And our dreamworld will too soon be gone.

For sunbeams shatter dreams and the life that will be.

We loved and laughed with warm embrace beneath that single tree.  

Til golden light erased the night and stole my dreams from me.

Beneath the sun I toil, the dream still in my head.

With hopes that my dream returns to me, when tonight I go to bed.

The River Awakens 

Morning in the mountains of Appalachia can be spectacular.  The fury of old man winter is no match for the warm southern sun. Fire bursts over the mountains and the frost shrinks back little by little until nothing is left.   

The Kanawha River blazing with the light of a new day begins to shake itself free of its icy cage. The river has work to get done today.  Barges must be moved and energy has to be produced.  Downstream there’s hot steel to be quenched and tempered.  It’s a very busy day ahead for the mighty Kanawha River. 

Pretending 

Today circumstances colluded to prevent me from participating in the corporate Monday.  (I’ll try to hide my disappointment  😁) My moment of freedom allowed the opportunity to drop by Cathedral Falls and catch an image of the frozen waterfall.  The winter scene awakened the child in me and soon I could imagine myself as some Paleolithic hunter tracking a woolly mammoth on the ice. Never lose your ability to pretend. Adulthood doesn’t always mean that can’t play hooky and have an adventure.  

Cultivate Life

This old barn near Summerville West Virginia always seems to have something to offer my lens.  I  was raised in agriculture.  I  look at the old barns and think about the life that was housed there. Not just grain, hay and farming supplies but the people who worked the land. I can hear the ghostly echoes of conversations about life and love,  business and pleasure.  I can hear the footsteps of young people who think that they’re up to mischief but really are just learning about life.  People who share work are investing in each other.  Work parties often ended in generations of close friends.  You may not have barns where you live but odds are that you do have people.  I want to encourage you to reach out to a neighbor and offer to share in some work.  You’ll be surprised to see how large your family really is.