ed.note:
traveling peace foot no where near greenbank farms
retracing steps for blogabout
after enjoying valerie's tasty meals,
i was ready for more....
knowing that greenbank farms and whidbey pies
were en route to the yoga lodge.
along wanamaker road,
i met with a couple from australia!
we praised the sun, the land and each other.
highway walking is very windy..
the cars become the wind,
the wind becomes a tailspin,
the tailspin becomes a dust bowl,
the wave (hello) becomes the highway,
the highway is the wind..
need i say, one does wind down the road!
as best i can, i keep one foot in front of the other
not looking to the destination..
i did see up ahead a looming high road..
ready for lunch, ( right after breakfast),
i chanted for greenbank farms to come first..
amazing! mantra is flawless!
greenbank farms AND my connecting road
are miraculously placed at the foot of the hill.
i walked into the farm lands off the highway
along the green rolling landscape to
screaming banchee bread and lunch.
it was barley vegetable soup,
pesto and cheese sandwich (on banchee bread)
rhubarb pie ala mode,
plenty of water and tea.
with my shoes off, my pack
and elephant joining me for lunch,
a couple on their way out asked
if babar, the elephant, was a republican?
o my o no o
i assured them that he was not;
french, actually!
john, a man from anacortes approached me.
he had heard about the walk
and we had a peaceful conversation
about inner disarmament, our personal war zones,
and j. krishnamurti.
you are the world and the world is you.
the road to the yoga lodge was just across the highway.
smuggler's cove was lined with trees and fallen branches,
sweet smelling cedar, fresh breath!
belly full, i arrived at the lodge..
welcomed by maggie, an open-hearted
cavalier king charles spaniel..
and wendy, the owner and generous hostess.
cheque them out @ yogalodge.com..
you can see a pix of maggie and her feline friend, houdini..
i was shown to a sweet space for sleeping and made ready
for an anusaura yoga class.
the journey is so generous,
there is nothing but the open palm..
peace in action..
wllingness to be heart,
willingness...
as i write to catch up on my adventures..along an alternate route..
there have been peace vigils throughout our nation..
may i suggest...? ...a dvd that was shared
the night marking the 4th year of bewilderment..
i know i am not alone
michael franti
a musican's search for the human cost of war
i am receiving love lettres everyday from so many..
about my shins..they are rested..
suggestions for just about everything..
love lettres from strangers who have found the blog;
we are not alone!
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Rosehip and Hull
as much as that sounds like a pub in ireland..
'tis the next step on the peace trail..
libraries are wonderful spots for travelers..
warmth and clean bathrooms,
pleasant folks welcoming one..
at least an hour on the wide web..
and then all those books!
i left the coupeville library with a satisfied smile..
the blog safely tucked in for the afternoon..
on my way to rosehip farm,
i saw the local sheriff in his sweats
gathering his mail from the box;
waiting for his children's schoolbus!
JUST LIKE US!
i ambled into the rosehip farm
and helped myself to the back door..
suddenly i am in a rowdy pool hall..
it's the sound of money on video
with valerie on the couch sniffling..nursing a cold.
BE WELL!
we introduced ourselves,
i shed off my shoes and slipped on her slip-ons
and went out to the gardens..
where i met the fresh faces of linda, the farmer
erika, the farm hand and CHARLEY, the huge..
the afternoon was grey, the grey that re-creates the soul
(not my poetics)
yet the light in those faces and from the very earth herself was big..
as big as CHARLEY's tail..
back at the farmhouse,
i pulled out carolyn's pie recipe and clip to gift my hosts..
Ah! the spoon..
it started at the pot luck with capt. d's handmade holly wood spoon.
i was to give it away on my travels..
i hesitated briefly as i am a spoon lover and collector myself..
i did, however, see the bigger picture
so decided to offer the spoon to my first host, irmi..
i asked if she would offer a gift to the next house..
which she did in a heartbeat..a spoon from her special friend in germany..
carolyn received the colourful spoon
and offered a pewter clip and apple pie recipe..
which i will include soon..
the pie went to rosehip farm and garden
cheque them out at:
rosehip@whidbey.net
they be great girls working the earth!
we chattered away, erika took her leave
and we had a delicous meal of veggie soup with
beans from..where?
olde, heirloom treasures that erika brought back from????
a call from erika tells us the port townsend ferry is down.
a hole in the hull..
imagine that!?
there is a catch in the bigger get-along..
never mind my hip..
made some calls with a promise of a boat..maybe..
i met harlan (pepper) the cat
had a hot..i mean hot tub..
soaked waay into the bone of things
then went a' sleeping in linda's upstairs bed..
(book on bedside..the path by chet raymo)
imagine! a stranger to one another
and she offers her bundle bed to me..
isn't this the peace we are?
early morning sliver moon right through the crack of lace curtains..
is there anything that is not divine?
erika arrives with kami, CHARLEY's girl..
a wiley, wildy wonderful dog..
after brekkie and dishes and laundry on the line
went for a walk..2 miler to the ferry..
to cheque on the service..
no pack..no weight
just a wander..
aire knees..
out for 3 days to 2 weeks..says the ferry gent..
news from a customer, not the department..
raven, yes! 2 ravens..
swooped me..
look! look!
a crab boat..
so over to see if i can hitch a ride..
a little slo to offer but brett and john
did say i could come back at 4pm;
they'd take me across..
ah!
on the walk back the very earth herself was so fragrant
honeysuckle and camomile..
the earth, i tell you..
the farmers finished early as the day turned nasty..
not quite the weather you'd enjoy taking a wee whaler across the big deep,
yet i was determined and linda offered to drive me down..
remember,
i had already walked the miles!
we waited, and walked and chittered away..
no show..
back to rosehip for
another dandy meal and sweet dreams.
...so it goes that down the road one finds adventure..
valerie leads us through some early am yoga...
tasty farm breakfast and
the three beauties walked me a while,
sending heirloom beans (1 pound, mind you!)
from their own fields..
to carry to wendy at the yoga lodge..my next stop!
from coupeville to greenbank
peace is a slow wind, an easy stride..
the brilliance of only this now!
'tis the next step on the peace trail..
libraries are wonderful spots for travelers..
warmth and clean bathrooms,
pleasant folks welcoming one..
at least an hour on the wide web..
and then all those books!
i left the coupeville library with a satisfied smile..
the blog safely tucked in for the afternoon..
on my way to rosehip farm,
i saw the local sheriff in his sweats
gathering his mail from the box;
waiting for his children's schoolbus!
JUST LIKE US!
i ambled into the rosehip farm
and helped myself to the back door..
suddenly i am in a rowdy pool hall..
it's the sound of money on video
with valerie on the couch sniffling..nursing a cold.
BE WELL!
we introduced ourselves,
i shed off my shoes and slipped on her slip-ons
and went out to the gardens..
where i met the fresh faces of linda, the farmer
erika, the farm hand and CHARLEY, the huge..
the afternoon was grey, the grey that re-creates the soul
(not my poetics)
yet the light in those faces and from the very earth herself was big..
as big as CHARLEY's tail..
back at the farmhouse,
i pulled out carolyn's pie recipe and clip to gift my hosts..
Ah! the spoon..
it started at the pot luck with capt. d's handmade holly wood spoon.
i was to give it away on my travels..
i hesitated briefly as i am a spoon lover and collector myself..
i did, however, see the bigger picture
so decided to offer the spoon to my first host, irmi..
i asked if she would offer a gift to the next house..
which she did in a heartbeat..a spoon from her special friend in germany..
carolyn received the colourful spoon
and offered a pewter clip and apple pie recipe..
which i will include soon..
the pie went to rosehip farm and garden
cheque them out at:
rosehip@whidbey.net
they be great girls working the earth!
we chattered away, erika took her leave
and we had a delicous meal of veggie soup with
beans from..where?
olde, heirloom treasures that erika brought back from????
a call from erika tells us the port townsend ferry is down.
a hole in the hull..
imagine that!?
there is a catch in the bigger get-along..
never mind my hip..
made some calls with a promise of a boat..maybe..
i met harlan (pepper) the cat
had a hot..i mean hot tub..
soaked waay into the bone of things
then went a' sleeping in linda's upstairs bed..
(book on bedside..the path by chet raymo)
imagine! a stranger to one another
and she offers her bundle bed to me..
isn't this the peace we are?
early morning sliver moon right through the crack of lace curtains..
is there anything that is not divine?
erika arrives with kami, CHARLEY's girl..
a wiley, wildy wonderful dog..
after brekkie and dishes and laundry on the line
went for a walk..2 miler to the ferry..
to cheque on the service..
no pack..no weight
just a wander..
aire knees..
out for 3 days to 2 weeks..says the ferry gent..
news from a customer, not the department..
raven, yes! 2 ravens..
swooped me..
look! look!
a crab boat..
so over to see if i can hitch a ride..
a little slo to offer but brett and john
did say i could come back at 4pm;
they'd take me across..
ah!
on the walk back the very earth herself was so fragrant
honeysuckle and camomile..
the earth, i tell you..
the farmers finished early as the day turned nasty..
not quite the weather you'd enjoy taking a wee whaler across the big deep,
yet i was determined and linda offered to drive me down..
remember,
i had already walked the miles!
we waited, and walked and chittered away..
no show..
back to rosehip for
another dandy meal and sweet dreams.
...so it goes that down the road one finds adventure..
valerie leads us through some early am yoga...
tasty farm breakfast and
the three beauties walked me a while,
sending heirloom beans (1 pound, mind you!)
from their own fields..
to carry to wendy at the yoga lodge..my next stop!
from coupeville to greenbank
peace is a slow wind, an easy stride..
the brilliance of only this now!
Monday, March 12, 2007
have i biten off more than i can shoe?
the ribbion of highway has lead me to coupeville..
after a satisfying meal at the imperial gardens
(thank you, dear joyce)
(imagine! there was a gent there who was at deception cafe as we lunched the previous day..he shows up seated right behind us..)
i was handed off to carolyn and her wonderdog CD
(cute dog).
she and michael welcomed me into their home with a sauna
for the evening and i slept sweet and easy..
shin splints have arrived with great gusto..
hip is dancing to the beat of a different drum..
and i wonder as i wander..
...more than i can shoe?
carolyn, who is a massage therapist,
offered her healing touch to the above mentioned spots
and i traded my dark chocolat bar (thank you, angelita)
for a space blanket..it looks like tin foil yet 3 people
have convinced me of its worth and weight..it is weightless!
carolyn walked me a wee-ways after mighty breakfast..
solitary refinement on the backroads to the knead and feed..
cheryl, or is it sheryl? or is it sherry?..the housekeeper
for bob and patty saw me along the way and i was cheered onward to the coveland park..
ducks, kingfishers, and a passel of red-wingers have gifted me with their chants of good morning..
and i say over and over, i am not my shins..
i am an olde pool of peace!
after a satisfying meal at the imperial gardens
(thank you, dear joyce)
(imagine! there was a gent there who was at deception cafe as we lunched the previous day..he shows up seated right behind us..)
i was handed off to carolyn and her wonderdog CD
(cute dog).
she and michael welcomed me into their home with a sauna
for the evening and i slept sweet and easy..
shin splints have arrived with great gusto..
hip is dancing to the beat of a different drum..
and i wonder as i wander..
...more than i can shoe?
carolyn, who is a massage therapist,
offered her healing touch to the above mentioned spots
and i traded my dark chocolat bar (thank you, angelita)
for a space blanket..it looks like tin foil yet 3 people
have convinced me of its worth and weight..it is weightless!
carolyn walked me a wee-ways after mighty breakfast..
solitary refinement on the backroads to the knead and feed..
cheryl, or is it sheryl? or is it sherry?..the housekeeper
for bob and patty saw me along the way and i was cheered onward to the coveland park..
ducks, kingfishers, and a passel of red-wingers have gifted me with their chants of good morning..
and i say over and over, i am not my shins..
i am an olde pool of peace!
Sunday, March 11, 2007
walking against the wind
o my o
after a most delicious respite with irmi at her log home
(cathy and howard delivered my left-at-home hoodie)
i wandered off down the hill to my next destination..
the oak harbor library..guess where i am?
where i will meet joyce s. and carolyn b.
for chinese and a bed!
as i was walking into the wind,
red-tails flying brightly above..
and many waves of good will..
ben s. (nancy's son)
stopped to walk awhile..
filled me with vigor!
wondered if indeed we left a big enough tip
for the crew at deception pass grill..yumm!
so ben will drop off another offering, just in case!
thanks!
janet e. drove by with her pup and honked..
giving me another boost..
then in the valley lands
where the cows rest before going up the hill to ault field
a small calf..got to her wobbling legs, looking straight at me..
ran at least 20 steps in the direction i was heading..
simple pleasures are the best!
stopped at bob and patty's chiropractic office to aire out
before i strode into the library..
meeting with jurgen and jan and their dog, dolly..
they have stickers for their cars and i have bio-freeze for my knees!
it was a moving day yesterday in o so many ways!
i send praises to all who joined in..
we be peace!
after a most delicious respite with irmi at her log home
(cathy and howard delivered my left-at-home hoodie)
i wandered off down the hill to my next destination..
the oak harbor library..guess where i am?
where i will meet joyce s. and carolyn b.
for chinese and a bed!
as i was walking into the wind,
red-tails flying brightly above..
and many waves of good will..
ben s. (nancy's son)
stopped to walk awhile..
filled me with vigor!
wondered if indeed we left a big enough tip
for the crew at deception pass grill..yumm!
so ben will drop off another offering, just in case!
thanks!
janet e. drove by with her pup and honked..
giving me another boost..
then in the valley lands
where the cows rest before going up the hill to ault field
a small calf..got to her wobbling legs, looking straight at me..
ran at least 20 steps in the direction i was heading..
simple pleasures are the best!
stopped at bob and patty's chiropractic office to aire out
before i strode into the library..
meeting with jurgen and jan and their dog, dolly..
they have stickers for their cars and i have bio-freeze for my knees!
it was a moving day yesterday in o so many ways!
i send praises to all who joined in..
we be peace!
Thursday, March 8, 2007
XXVI e.e. cummings
when god decided to invent
everything he took one
breath bigger than a circustent
and everything began
when man determined to destroy
himself he picked the was
of shall and finding only why
smashed it into because
live the questions,
there are no answers..
only YES
everything he took one
breath bigger than a circustent
and everything began
when man determined to destroy
himself he picked the was
of shall and finding only why
smashed it into because
live the questions,
there are no answers..
only YES
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