Along the Way

the trail

I sat on a bench beside the trail and fiddled with my iPod. For the moment there was nothing playing in my ears. I looked up at the trees, the sky. I heard the birds and the wind in the leaves. I put my iPod away and never carried in on a walk again.

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The Winter Solstice

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Every culture, every religion has found a reason to celebrate the winter solstice. Whatever your tradition is, I hope you do have cause to celebrate, family and friends to be with and warmth and happiness to share.

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For My Darlings

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Ah, my darlings, I’m going to bake you a pie made of peaches and love. I’ll put in sugar and spice and wrap it in a flaky crust. It will fill you will warmth and sweetness and let you know how much love I feel for you. A pie can do that.

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Fun

my ukulele

One of the things I do frequently is help people learn to use their new and terrifying iPad. This scary device is often given to older adults as a way to stay in touch with family. The other day I was helping Margie, and when we finished I mentioned I played the ukulele. She walked over to a shelf by her piano, produced a ukulele and we sat side by side on her piano bench where she played by ear whatever I could produce on the uke. It was the most fun I’d had in ages.

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Fall

Fall photo by Virginia DeBolt. All Rights Reserved

I felt relaxed, a welcome feeling after a stressful week. The fall colors in the park were a pleasure, a bright antidote to my nervous system. I stopped to photograph some leaves. I noticed something back in the brush, a smear of blue showing in what should have been a blur of yellow leaves. When I looked . . .

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Look Up

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It’s magical when the balloons fly. They keep you looking up, inspecting the sky, craning your neck. Sometimes so close you could almost touch them. Sometimes drifting above you slowly, low enough to wave at the people in the gondola. Sometimes far off in the sky, framed by the craggy mountains, drifting over the river, heading for the horizon.

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Postcard Views

Balloon fiesta balloons float near the Sandia Mts.

When I was in Italy, everything I looked at felt like it belonged on a postcard. Which is funny considering I live in a state that  is pretty much a postcard view everywhere you look. Whether you’re looking at a flat-topped mesa, a vast expanse of desert with a startling blue sky above it, or a dripping stalagmite far under the ground, it’s all scenic drive 101. Bring your camera and come visit.

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Roadrunner

Roadrunner

The windows were still open. Soon I would have to close them against the day’s heat. I walked to the back and heard a strange ‘thunk, thunk’. There it was again. ‘Thunk, thunk.’

Peering around the back yard I finally spotted a roadrunner dipping its beak into the water in my sundial with a thunk. Happy to be the one to provide a drink at ground level, I realized for the first time that my sundial had a double purpose.

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Pulp Fiction

A pulp fiction book cover from the 1950s

I had a flash back to the book covers of lesbian pulp fiction from the 50s earlier today. Remember when things were hidden and secret and talked about only in whispers? That was before the Internet, obviously. Now everything is available to everyone. In my opinion, the world is a better place because of it.

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The World is . . .

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Sunrise photo by Virginia DeBolt

The world is going on without us. While we have our eyes on our screens with its outrage or its latest reality show or its current fantasy world full of beautiful people – the world is going on without us. Seasons change, the world turns, the sun rises, the plants proliferate, the waters run. We may eliminate ourselves with global warming, but the world will go on without us.

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