"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Songs of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

A season's stroll for sanity

I took a stroll in the woods this morning, under a gray sky. Hafer Park backs up to our neighborhood and while it's not wilderness, it is labeled an "Urban Forest." The park offers refuge from the constant congestion of the suburban zoo, muting the noise of traffic.
I go there to reconnect with what is important--the miracles of life and death in so many forms, so apparent in this autumn season. 
Fall is late this year, and the leaves are only beginning to change. But if you open your eyes, you see the  small things, the infinite creations that bring sanity to salve the soul, escaping the craziness of this political season.
Breathe deeply, listen carefully, walk slowly, taking it all in.










1 comment:

  1. I feel such gratitude for this posting. These photos help me remember where my center lives.

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