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Rubicon Ramblings: The Stream Remains
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Musings, photos, poems and stories from my wanderings in two adjacent watersheds on the north flank of Rubicon Peak, west shore, Lake Tahoe, California. Thursday, November 18, 2010. It’s all a jumble. Splintered in their crash to the earth. Branches, now silver,. Between rocks and roots. Rocks exposed and broken. By the force of the stream. The water slides, splashes and rests. Beneath the tangle of obstacles. As a stream,. An undercurrent of peace. And purpose amid the ruckus. The trees and logs.
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Rubicon Ramblings: Like a happy creek
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Musings, photos, poems and stories from my wanderings in two adjacent watersheds on the north flank of Rubicon Peak, west shore, Lake Tahoe, California. Thursday, November 18, 2010. Like a happy creek. Like a happy creek. I drown in my own journey. I drown pushing the river. If I am led like a horse on a rein. What can I say for my own creative process. If I yield and flow. Responding to the openings. I can laugh like a happy creek. Even when rocks block. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Rubicon Ramblings: Mutilated
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Musings, photos, poems and stories from my wanderings in two adjacent watersheds on the north flank of Rubicon Peak, west shore, Lake Tahoe, California. Saturday, August 21, 2010. The natural pattern of a tree is to grow. Eight years have past now. Since these little trees were topped. With the angry swipe of a knife. Finding a way to adjust,. As the widows of the. At the Twin Towers. Once reaching straight and tall. It was shortly after that 9/11. When we were still debating. Our nation’s response.
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Rubicon Ramblings: The Welcoming Stump
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Musings, photos, poems and stories from my wanderings in two adjacent watersheds on the north flank of Rubicon Peak, west shore, Lake Tahoe, California. Saturday, August 21, 2010. The gifts I gave you. Pretty twists of weathered root. Bright green clusters of moss. A delicate puzzle piece of bark. Laid in side the hollow of. Forever the container of my prayers. For wandering with my muse. On this ridge with clarity. The very shape of the stump. Calls for me to. By the past,. Nothing is worth holding onto.
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Rubicon Ramblings: The Creek's Laughter
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Musings, photos, poems and stories from my wanderings in two adjacent watersheds on the north flank of Rubicon Peak, west shore, Lake Tahoe, California. Thursday, November 18, 2010. Where the sky strokes the curves. Of the mountains,. The earth opens her holy lips. And offers up a creek, laughing. Gathered up by gravity,. The spring’s release tumbles together. The trickling creek becomes a giggle. And a full-on river of a belly laugh as it falls off over the ridge. Released with no strings attached.
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Rubicon Ramblings
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Musings, photos, poems and stories from my wanderings in two adjacent watersheds on the north flank of Rubicon Peak, west shore, Lake Tahoe, California. Monday, February 27, 2012. A Poem is a Walk. With the first step, the number of shapes the walk might take is infinite, but then the walk begins to define. AR Ammons, A Poem is a Walk. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). To purchase Poem book:. Weekend Retreats can be scheduled to facilitate your own experience of communion in this forest.
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Rubicon Ramblings: NEW: The forest is my church
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Musings, photos, poems and stories from my wanderings in two adjacent watersheds on the north flank of Rubicon Peak, west shore, Lake Tahoe, California. Monday, July 20, 2009. NEW: The forest is my church. Dear Readers: Im excited about this new poem, although I still feel there is much to work on as it seems long and too preachy now. I would love to get your commentary and input.Judy. The Forest is my Church. Even the most avid of destination hikers know,. As do those of us who meander off the trails.