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coneflower

oil on canvas 11″x14″

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A day of rest

“Clarity comes to muddy waters by being stilled” Tao Te Ching

I have been sick for the last two weeks. I also started a new job this past week.

Perfect timing

This morning, I stayed in bed until 10am. I was awake much earlier, but I didn’t physically leave my bed until then. I felt lazy and guilty at first; then I reminded myself that I needed the rest. My body can only take so much. I tend to keep myself busy; it’s my medicine for depression. Stay busy, keep moving, carry on..stillness can often bring me melancholy. But as the quote above said, it can also bring clarity.

Maybe it’s clarity I’m avoiding with my busy-ness.

coneflowers

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fall is happening

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the leaves are beginning to change
the sky is warmer hued and cooler to the skin

felled by a microscopic bug of unidentified origin

Six days I’ve been sick. Wiped out, headachy, sneezy, coughy, upset tummy awfulness. 

When I am well again, I will dance in gratitude for my health. I will never again take for granted my wellness.

 

Sister’s Bouquet

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oil on canvas 16″x20″

in the world without walls

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I always choose the quietest path.  I follow behind Luka, single file, it is just our way. Besides, she always knows where the trail is, always, without a map, without ever having been there, she knows. I cannot be lost when I am with her, which is good, because  I am not always paying attention.

I walk on these trails to lose my self in other ways. I sort through my thoughts, littering the path behind me, knowing that the wind and wilds will carry them off. I walk to forget..and to remember..to find community. Sometimes I will have talks with God and  feel His presence in everything around me; other times I will ask if God is even possible. I don’t dare ask for a sign, I have never believed it was in anyone’s interest to ask God for a sign. 

Sometimes, I think Luka must be God; she is the smartest, kindest, most loyal, and honest being I know. 

When we walk, I am reminded how small I am and how much a part of all this I am. Sometimes in corners of my home, it is easy to feel alone and apart from the world. Inside my walls, I am a collection of the things I own and surround myself with. In the woods behind my walls, I am vulnerable and open, wholly who I am in that moment. I have nothing, I am nothing..but my presence. 

gold fish

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oil on canvas
24″x12″

My trials at Peboamauk Falls

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I had no expectations really. Perhaps I should have.

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The trail started simply enough alongside a home on Randolph Hill Road. It would meander gently up and down for the first mile and a half, maybe two.IMG_5263.JPG

 

 

I passed no one coming or going, although once a did a hear an excited dog in the distance.  When the trail divided, one path leading to Ice Gulch, the other to the falls, I chose the falls.IMG_5266.JPG

Little did I know what I was getting into. The trail was ridiculously steep and straight down. Luka had no trouble, but I had to take it slow, grabbing onto roots, scooting on my bottom. I knew that going down also meant having to go back up, but I took the challenge. I hiked all this way to see the falls. I hate to say it, but I was a bit underwhelmed. There were a lot of downed trees, in the falls and in the creek. It was kind of a mess…I know I shouldn’t expect a perfect photo op every time I head to the falls, but maybe I do expect it a little.

The trail back up was marked with a simple “path” sign at the bottom, and if I didn’t have a seasoned trail finding dog I would have likely turned around and gone back the way I came. But Luka seemed to make and I figured if I ended up somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be, I could turn around or bush whack. I literally scrambled and climbed my way up the side of this hill. I talked myself into a calm by repeating “don’t look down” over and over. And when I did make it to the top, I crawled on my hands and knees hoping not to see anyone as I would too scared to stand up straight.

I did stand up and was pleased with the scenery on top. A lovely stream wandering through the forest, a barely marked trail following alongside it. Again, thank God for Luka who always knows where the trail is.IMG_5269.JPG

 

According to my map and phone, I seemed to have missed my turn off to head back toward Randolph Hill Road. I doubled back and looked over and again for the trail and decided it must have been obliterated by a fallen tree or two. I would have to take Ice Gulch Trail I decided.

The air got colder and colder, it felt good as was hot and tired. We ended up finding the trail back to Randolph Hill, there was a newer looking sign leading the way. This was great as a later read that Ice Gulch Trail isn’t suitable for dogs.

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Luka, my intrepid partner, never seemed to tire. I was grateful for the many spots for her to drink. I really appreciate an accommodating trail, one that provided all the drinks necessary for my pooch.

I’s like to do Ice Gulch again, with someone. I’m not likely to go back to the falls…it took a lot out of me. I was exhausted when I returned to the car and am still wiped out today. 

I really do love where I live

 Took the yellow trail in Shelburne up to Mt. Crag. It was a beautiful day, a bit humid, but really not too bad. Luka was ecstatic. Then again, when is she not where hiking is concerned.IMG_5072.JPG

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Evidence of fall approaching; from the red leaf to that scent in the air.IMG_5074.JPG

The view at the top was spectacular; these pictures really do no justice.IMG_5083.JPG

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evidence of a woodpecker

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and of course, an after hike dip in the lake.IMG_5103.JPG

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