Here is a post from my latest backpacking trip. I hope you enjoy it!
“With thoughts clear, sitting silently, wander into the center of the circle of wonder.”
~ Zen Master Hongzhi
The upper canyon and the trail I was following was covered in snow, as were all of the mountainsides around me. My attempts to follow any trail that might have been there were thwarted by an early season snow storm and lack of a thaw. I was pretty sure that I could have figured out where the gap in the mountains was where I was suppose to cross over to the other side but I had never been there before and didn’t know what the snowpack was going to be like on the other side. Pausing, I caught my breath and listened to the sounds of water trickling everywhere from snow-melt, and realized that my feet were soaked from hiking in trails that had become streams. I thought this was going to be my last trip of…
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Here is a poem that my daughter Madeleine and I wrote together this weekend.
We see rain clouds moving across the sky
Flowing northwards like a river in the atmosphere
Drifting onward to another time and place.
Wild winter winds whip the tree
Does the wind move the clouds
Or the clouds move the wind?
Wind-moving clouds dance with the trees
Birds fly with the wind, the clouds
We love you clouds and birds and trees.
(written by Madeleine Jane LaFever, age 5 3/4, and David Howard LaFever, age 37)
A poem by Nanao Sakaki from his collected poems called “How to Live on the Planet Earth.”
If you have time to chatter
If you have time to read
Walk into mountain, desert and ocean
If you have time to walk
Sing songs and dance
If you have time to dance
Sit quietly, you Happy Lucky Idiot
Autumnal river flows
Slow and shallow, breathing
Golden light radiates.
Alder, willow, maple and cottonwood
Emerge out of its banks, skyward
Roots dipping downward, drinking.
We dip our tender feet in
Tentatively, tantalizingly, invigoratingly
Cold long known to salmon and steelhead.
Solar warmth radiates everywhere
From rock, tree and sky
Soon overtaken by cool, upriver wind.
Beginningless wind, always flowing
Deep in the Pacific a storm forming
Does the river know?
Nourishing rains carried on the wind
Dark storm clouds form and reform
Bringing salmon in their embrace.
We walk the riverbank, warm and cool
Lost in reverie, autumn river reverie.
Soft scratching way up
High in the canopy breeze
Ah, now I feel it!
Green needles dancing
On the wind, woodpecker call
Looking up, needles fall.
A lone needle falls
Dark red giants stand still.