Bernieres

, a morning walk!   Finally two upwards of forty Canada geese swam in the creek in twenty foot radius to the heron.eep. many below the farm that used to keep shng teritoyueron in the first mile, one presiding over a fish.

   The second heron stood along the north shore facing south, about ten feet below the path at water’s edge and the black and white markings on its head were sharp and distinct and blended well with its natural slate color, its feathery breast feathers and beard hung like icicles, although the temperature was more springlike than arctic. There were no other birds or geese around this heron, a quarter mile upstream from the sighting of the other, and it stood in the eastern daylight and at first it reminded me of a horse, its hair was fine as frog’s hair.

    Heron number three was smack in the middle of the creek fishing, in a noce supple strong pose about to strike, and then it struck a pennant pose but it did not stab at the water or anything in it it then cranes its neck around to its right and for a moment it is a tai chi manouver, the circling teacup all choreographed but it is just a fishing bird near the pipeline.

   On the path find a silky red string that is damp and when I am near the two men fishing in the tulpehocken creek in December 26, a Bernieres truck flies over the 422 bypass bridge that arches over the path and the waterway at this point.

Just a Ticket

   Walk this morning no herons lots of moist mist and hint of frostiness finding red tickets left on ground from raffle, they are red, plus a foil candy wrapper squished into a round flat button, red gold and green.

One Piece Flow

   How we handle the events, obstacles and opportunities in the course of life is a subject of constant study, analysis and revision. In our daily receipts - of information, of material things, of alerts, tips and ideas that may be spurs to creativity, mundane quotidian nothings or deterrents that bring to a halt – we can only process things one at a time. We come into contact with an abundance of things, starting with the stimuli of our environments. There is a principle of batching to handle multiples.

   Life contains inbound and outbound shipments. We take in and we put out. Out of all the possibilities and probabilities in the current past and future worlds, one life receives a shipment of goods and one produces a finished product composed of character, habit and practice to leave a stamp, or hardly a trace, or a body of work, baskets of gestures. Sometimes it is just what you ordered and sometimes it is nothing of the sort! Appreciation is one of the most valuable tools of navigation that we can have.

   It takes a laser eye or ear, mind and mind’s eye to zero in on what is important among all the items and tasks before us and place it in stock, where it belongs for future reference, present use or past enhancement.

   It’s nice to receive and give something to Wow! at. It is necessary to manage the average regular and the mean. The worst process is to neglect. To neglect or deselect allows us to focus on the vital: how we tag thing is our choice. 

    One item, one box, one shipment, one truck; one order, one package, one delivery, one present.

Blue Blue Gavin OK

   Sleep and writing time precious as well as time spent with you, dear readers! Enjoy the blessings of the holidays!!!

Feliz Wear

   It is a slip of the tongue heard on the radio – feliz wear instead of fleece wear - and it is amusing and delightful because it means “happy” in Spanish. Fleece, a material blessing which makes smooth and nubby contributions to the worlds of comfort and warmth, also adds to happiness, which is not to say that relaxed, athletic and easy wear should lead to general sloppiness. Go happily about your day, if you please. Feliz Noel and wear it well!

Duralift 41 and a Twizzler: Change will come

   Damp and moist is the day, with two wading birds along the Tulpehocken creek. The first bird can be seen from the road, about to make a stab at the water or something in the water, its bill like a fork or a spear. Sir Lancelot stands in the water bracken, a spot where the medium bones of trees and shrubs rack up along the shore.

   The path contains a few pathlings: a box top from a small Sun-Maid California raisin pack, a tear strip from Dex-4 and a 2 by three inch bit of plastic mesh. The woven mesh has compromised edges that have become fringes so it looks like a little rug except rugs are usually fringed on two opposing sides only, if they are fringed at all.

   On the fifth day of December, report finding a nice slab of sycamore bark which contains an irresistible keyhole or a shape like an advent calendar -  a door or window to open but it is already open and has no flap.

   The second heron wades near red bridge in pennant pose – its head and bill form a triangle like school or organizational banner.

    A couple of couples and several singles walk or jog the trail. Water stands in parts of the canal that allow for fullness. Mallards swim and dunk for food, alternating heads and tails up like pennies of prophecy. Two drakes and a male wood duck stir the surface.

    A wood pecker, one plump bluejay and a massive cardinal dress the denuded woods. Nests come to the foreground here and there – clumps and jumbles of leaves that form squirrel nests stagger the imagination and neat arrangements of twigs, assembled by birds, draw forth my admiration. 

   Before I set out to walk, the car was parked near the site of an overturned Twizzler licorice package, from which a single stick of red ribbed candy had been drawn, dropped, left behind and crushed. Five miles later, Township of Spring truck 41 sits idle on the trail near Gring’s Mill, with its Duralift power bucket in the resting position near a grouping of holiday lights.

   I felt that three foil wrappers were worth picking up along the way out.

    While at the library to post, receive a call from Met Ed to please pay the overdue electric bill at the studio, which has been done. 

   Change will come, it’s a lifetime guarantee reads the box top. I go  on my way.

Engine 3

Green three third shift key tree.