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Sometimes With Love, You Just Don’t Know Where To Start — John Prine, RIP   Leave a comment

Alabama2006-11-13-47 Lincoln House This Old Porch B-W blog“Old House” — Image by kenne

“I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child that’s grown old
If dreams were lightning, thunder were desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago”

— from Angel from Montgomery by John Prine

I’m not unlike a lot of Prine fans, most of us have had one of his songs become
identifiable with a memorable life moment. I have a lot, so I won’t begin to list them. 

However, there is one that has become more profound because of the coronavirus.
During this time of shelter-in-place, I’m doing less hiking and a lot more walking through
the neighborhood. When I walk I shuffle through my iTunes songs, many of which
are by John Prine. One that is on my shuffle list is “Taking a Walk.” 

Taking A Walk

 

Taking a Walk

A man came to our house
I believe it was yesterday
I would have invited him in
But I didn’t have a lot to say

His anticipation of me opening the door
Outweighed my apprehension as it never had before
And drove my concentration
Right through that hardwood floor

Oo-oo a-ha
I’m taking a walk
I’m going outside
I’m taking a walk
I’m just getting by

There’s a girl in the white house
I don’t even know her name
Her disheveled appearance
Speaks volumes of shame

It’s an embarrassing situation
But a situation just the same
The way she walks on others
And never takes the blame
Upsets my constitution
Beyond its mortal frame

Oo-oo a-ha
I’m taking a walk
I’m going outside
I’m watching the birds
I’m just getting by

Found a card in the pocket
Of my worn out overalls
From a girl in Cedar Rapids
Now residing in Idaho Falls

I wish you could have been there
When she opened up the door
And looked me in the face
Like she never did before
I felt about as welcome
As a Wal-Mart Superstore

0o-oo – a-ha
I’m taking a walk
I’m going outside
I’m taking a walk
I don’t need a ride

I’m watching the birds
Flying so high

— John Prine

“A true national treasure and a songwriter for the ages.”

— Bruce Springsteen

 

Cutleaf Evening Primerose   2 comments

Kickback Rock 07-30-12Cutleaf Evening Primerose (Sabino Canyon) — Image by kenne

I leave my shelter

Communicate with nature

In the bright sunlight.

— kenne

Measuring Time By the Mug — Deborah Chappa   1 comment

Wildflowers (1 of 1)-5 Darkness My Old Friend-Edit-art-72“Hello Darkness, My Old Friend” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Measuring Time By the Mug

I am measuring time by the mug.

At first light,

Covers thrown back with a smile,

A loaded pot of coffee waits.

Brewed, poured over a butter pat,

Brain cells brighten.

Morning pleasures unfold and

Green sun tea companions me to noon.

An octave of hours

Lays open like a trunk of treasures

To be explored.

Herbal notes sound at quarters:

Ginger and Lemongrass.

The Tulsi pouch of Holy Basil.

Plucked Peppermint leaves.

Valerian and Passionflower

Precede the pillow.

Eyes closed, I dream journey

To tearooms, temples, towers of rock.

Transcending time, to truth, by the mug.

Deborah Chappa
April 2020

 

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Deborah is a friend, fellow hiker, blogger, and Condolence Note Coach. Yesterday, Deborah sent me this poem with the line, “This segment of time holds such opportunity: going deeper with words and no words, nature and inner nature, from doing to being!” It is my honor to share Deborah’s poem with my followers.  http://condolencecoach.blogspot.com/

 

 

Leaving Our Shelter In Place For A Walk   2 comments

Caliche globemallow-6405 art-72Calicle Globemallow Wildflower — Image by kenne

Beauty on my path

Walking out from my shelter

A breath of fresh air.

— kenne

Yuccas Are Blooming   Leave a comment

Yuccas Are Blooming-72Yucca Blossoms — Image by kenne

Yucca is a genus of perennial shrubs and trees in the family Asparagaceae, subfamily Agavoideae.
It’s 40–50 species are notable for their rosettes of evergreen, tough, sword-shaped leaves
and large terminal panicles of white or whitish flowers. They are native to the hot and dry (arid)
parts of the Americas and the Caribbean. –Wikipedia 

Bee On Desert Chicory Wildflower   2 comments

Desert Chicory-6391 art-72Bee On A Desert Chicory Wildflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

School Is Where You Make It   Leave a comment

School Is Where You Make It-2-72Images by kenne

Two pre-schoolers live with their parents at the end of Tanuri Drive making it easy to put lessons on the street.

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Everyone in Tanuri Ridge is now sheltered at home. There are only 72 homes in our community
where many of us are spending some of our days walking the streets of Tanuri Ridge.
Some of us wander off down by the Tanque Verde Wash.
Stay safe, everyone.

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