The heat of the day
did not dissuade me
from a walk down 15th Ave.
to see a small park
~ glorious flowers,
park benches
One neighbourhood's
kindness to residents and passerby.
“The way to the park is an important part of the experience.”
~ Linda Akeson McGurk, author
We are alive in
so many different ways
whether walking down
a snow covered sidewalk
the trees still winter black
lined with snow
or visiting with friends in
a buzzing coffee shop telling
each other tales of books,
or recent events
or the latest fashions.
Passersby and neighbours
live their lives while
taking a walk along the frozen lake
or driving from here to there
There is no must be
or should be
only what we each believe
~ maybe a belief in
stern, no smiling,
one foot in front of the other,
or it may be a belief
in the joy of being alive.
Maybe both?
“Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate
or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.”
~ Joanne Harris, Chocolat
A wandering way
to far away lands
leaves me breathless
watching myself
walking roads and trails.
In my imaginings,
they are full of
story and history,
friends and neighbours,
the ghosts of ancestors
to accompany this traveler
until my eyes are opened
to the comforts of home.
“You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as
the dreams that dance in your imagination.”
~ Roman Payne, novelist and poet
