LUMPS OF CLAY
Saturday Feb. 6, 2016
We all are lumps of clay, self-made works of art in progress – so easily forgetting how magnificent we are. Don’t need a ride in the country to know that. Let long views inspire you, drive down any country road. Come back full. Don’t go with an empty mind, but with an open one. Open it …
Fill it. Thoughts flow into empty minds as fast as full ones. Glasses, matter and minds – mostly empty, unoccupied space. Weary traveler’s empty feeling – still, just that proverbial glass, half-full?
Many seasons Rockies witnessed sculpted landscape, dry grass waves, yesterday’s breeze. Cattle. Horses. Meandering, grazing. Short town, long view – Longview. Visited gallery, and friend. Saw lumps of clay becoming works of art, had lunch. Memory back-up – recalling summer’s day handshake, rug shake and poem. Ideas percolating. Fish and chips digested. Thanks. Heaps.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 5C/40F, steady Chinook breeze, day walks – perfect! .. Gusta’s nose seems to have a love/hate relationship with the wind – so many smells, but no trail to chase ...
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Nice post, HB, Los Angeles, CA