Water falls, #103

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Flowers behind Bars

Melissa and I recently traveled to the Oregon Coast to spend a week with family at Tierra Del Mar (which in English translates to Land of the Ocean). The first night we stayed in Biggs Junction. On day two we stopped for a hike in the Columbia River Gorge. We hiked a five mile loop visiting many waterfalls and parts of the 2017 Eagle Creek fire.

I had driven through the Gorge on I-84 a few times since the fire. However, it was not until this trip on our drive home (we took Washington State Highway 14 which follows the north side of the Columbia River) that I was able to take in the immensity of the fire.

I wondered if I behave this way toward our natural resources and climate change? I hike (drive) in water daily: washing my face, making tea, cooking, showering, watering the garden. I use water, but do I see the immensity of my use? Do I realize how precious water is to my physical existence, allowing me to think, feel, and love?

I recall a Thich Nhat Hanh gatha I first noticed in Spanish. I know a few Spanish words and in this writing, agua, Tierra, and gratitud, caught my attention. I found the gatha later in Thich Nhat Hanh’s book, peace is every breath: a practice for our busy lives:

“Water Flows from high mountain sources.
Water runs deep in the Earth.
Miraculously, water comes to us.
I am filled with gratitude.” [1]

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Spilling out freely water's sparkling gemstones I splash sleepy eyes

Spilling in my hands
water’s sparkling gemstones
I splash sleepy eyes

In a mist of blue above green waves of sea-foam charred water falls

In a mist of blue
above green waves of sea-foam
charred water falls

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Photo Gallery: Water Falls -Columbia River gorge.

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[1] – Thich Nhat Hanh, peace is every breath, (HarperOne; Reprint Kindle edition, 2011), pg. 12

In the Arboretum II – Blooms, #83

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I enter the arboretum wondering what blooms will be out today.  There are a few clouds on this cool day, yet our warmest of spring .

I approach a family, the parents are in no rush to exit. The children are running and laughing under the bare branches. They stomp then wonder at their  footprints in the remnants of an early morning snow in the dappled light.

Pools of grief and joy
well in afternoon green buds
early spring snowmelt

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I pass two people.  Their voices mix with the chatting of squirrels and the chirping of birds.  One has a pair of binoculars hanging from their neck. We share a “Hello.”

After they pass by, I hear a sound.  Looking over, I see an empty tree branch waving.

Floating Lenten Rose
blooming in the garden bed
a passing spring cloud

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Close to the exit, I approach one of the pair I had passed earlier.

I blurt out, “Did you lose someone?”  They laugh and look back the way they came saying , “No, they went that way.”

Day after winter
February Daphne blooms
Its fragrance lingers

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