Writers that offer messages from the heart naturally attract followers. Even other runners? I “heard” your poem today as if water. Not rapids but more like water flowing over boulders at a slow shutter speed. I find that look of slowed down water relaxing to my soul. Not unlike the reading of your poem today.
I studied the image. A family of four runners, each with sports shoes of different colors (though the runner-mom chose red; just right). The women’s hand gesture? V for victory or a peace sign? A gesture too bold for the guys??
“Peace returns” as the last two words of your poem seems to suggest to me that a Peace Sign was indeed the hand gesture! ✌️
You’ll be relieved to hear I practiced some restraint with my observations! First, the weave of the bricks of the roadway through the park. There are some faults with asphalt.
The exposed aggregate sidewalk where you and your family stood. I started to search for which periods of glaciation paired with which hills or mountains made the material available to build your sidewalks millions of years later?! We can’t leave out the formation of tumbly streams that then smoothed the bits of mountain rock, rounding edges and polishing surfaces smooth. Large scoops of rock placed into a series of ever smaller grate openings yields the “all this size” outcome. The wonders of Great Spirit and help from human ingenuity amazes me. A blue screen from a TV news room next time? (-;
Wow Gary, what fascinating observations from this photo! I love it. Boston is a pretty amazing city. We had a blast and learned so much history on the Duck Tours. LOL
As I watch birds in flight, evolution speaks to me. Survival may be a first principle but it begs the question: Survival for what evolutionary purpose? Birds in flight inspire. Humans must learn how to inspire as well. Jules, you are certainly doing your part…thank you!
Thank you, Clark. I do hope these poems inspire and encourage others. Let's build each other up and I'm so happy to have a community here that does exactly that. :) Take good care.
I have a picture on my digital picture frame of our farm pond like that. It always brings me peace when it pops up in my kitchen. I have to stop what I am doing, walk over and put my elbows on the counter, my chin in my hands, and just stare and enjoy the moment.
Your words are like that for me, Julie. A moment of peace to start my day.
This is so beautiful Claudette. Thank you for sharing with us. I love this imagine you shared...I see you know looking at the imagine with peace and joy. xoxo. Thank you.
Wonderful words! Hope to see you tomorrow! 😁
Thank you Rebecca! Yes we hope you can join us for writing or any painting/drawing you have.
Your words are so comforting! Thank you so much for being here.
Hi Faith, I'm so happy they are helping you. Thank you for being here each week. Love you.
Writers that offer messages from the heart naturally attract followers. Even other runners? I “heard” your poem today as if water. Not rapids but more like water flowing over boulders at a slow shutter speed. I find that look of slowed down water relaxing to my soul. Not unlike the reading of your poem today.
I studied the image. A family of four runners, each with sports shoes of different colors (though the runner-mom chose red; just right). The women’s hand gesture? V for victory or a peace sign? A gesture too bold for the guys??
“Peace returns” as the last two words of your poem seems to suggest to me that a Peace Sign was indeed the hand gesture! ✌️
I love what you took from the photo and poem Gary. It's so very cool. Yes, a peace sign but certainly could be victory too! :)
You’ll be relieved to hear I practiced some restraint with my observations! First, the weave of the bricks of the roadway through the park. There are some faults with asphalt.
The exposed aggregate sidewalk where you and your family stood. I started to search for which periods of glaciation paired with which hills or mountains made the material available to build your sidewalks millions of years later?! We can’t leave out the formation of tumbly streams that then smoothed the bits of mountain rock, rounding edges and polishing surfaces smooth. Large scoops of rock placed into a series of ever smaller grate openings yields the “all this size” outcome. The wonders of Great Spirit and help from human ingenuity amazes me. A blue screen from a TV news room next time? (-;
Wow Gary, what fascinating observations from this photo! I love it. Boston is a pretty amazing city. We had a blast and learned so much history on the Duck Tours. LOL
Bird flight amazes
Surrendering to the wind
Designed to inspire?
As I watch birds in flight, evolution speaks to me. Survival may be a first principle but it begs the question: Survival for what evolutionary purpose? Birds in flight inspire. Humans must learn how to inspire as well. Jules, you are certainly doing your part…thank you!
Thank you, Clark. I do hope these poems inspire and encourage others. Let's build each other up and I'm so happy to have a community here that does exactly that. :) Take good care.
Henny and I run
Catch up to neighborhood guys
Dogs love pocket treats
Oh yay! I love this first line! Go GAIL GO! :) and Henny.
Thank you Julie! The fourleg and I have been incorporating some intervals into our travels. 🤭
Amazing! Way to go. :)
A pond with no ripples!
How peaceful. Divine!
I have a picture on my digital picture frame of our farm pond like that. It always brings me peace when it pops up in my kitchen. I have to stop what I am doing, walk over and put my elbows on the counter, my chin in my hands, and just stare and enjoy the moment.
Your words are like that for me, Julie. A moment of peace to start my day.
This is so beautiful Claudette. Thank you for sharing with us. I love this imagine you shared...I see you know looking at the imagine with peace and joy. xoxo. Thank you.
I’m so excited to write with you and the others. It’s a highlight of my week.
I'm so happy to hear this, Linda. Look forward to seeing you tomorrow.