Dry

DRY

 

The leaves on the patio were dry. Someone has raked them into a pile and left them there. Now the rain falls on them and the wind scatters them.

 

I am dry. My skin is dry. My hair is dry. One day I will be dust again and the rain will fall on me and the wind will scatter me

Curves

Taos is curves.

Walls that bend into archways.

Roads that curve and roll

around mountains and forests.

Not even the corners of the rooms are square.

 

Will my life curve here too?

Will I circle around to dicover the truth I was too young,

too blind,

too frightened

to know when

I circled through here the first time?

 

Life is curves and time bends into memories. 

Wednesday…where has the time gone?

Tuesday on Ocracoke

Fishing on Cape Point

Before we headed to the point we stopped at the RED DRUM to renew our fishing license

Hard to believe we have already been here 10 days.

The drive to the Cape is beautiful

But the Point is breathtaking

John prepares to assail the Point

Images From Our Morning Walk

Morning is my favorite time. October is my favorite month.

What Men Do on Hatteras Island

As we embark on our second week here I have discovered men come here to do those things they can’t do at home or – if they could – their wives won’t let them.

Drink beer for breakfast
Smoke cigars
Drive their truck on the beach
Scratch
Cuss
Spit
Eat barbecue twice a day
Buy fishing equipment
Drive up and down HWY 12 searching for fresh mullet

Wear kilts???

Life Bird

You don’t have to spend much time on this vulnerable barrier island before finding yourself in a discussion about Birds vs. ORV. Personally, I feel the residents of HI have their hands full with mother nature without the Sierra Club and the Audubon Society taking aim at a local economy that relies heavily on fishing.

There Are No Trains on Hatteras Island

There are no trains
The only roar comes from the ocean
and it never stops
There are no triathlons
but fishermen stand in the surf for hours
and they never stop
There are no all night diners
but there are rainbows, sunshine
and the wind never stops

Questions for Myself

Pueblo members mourn loss of sacred land “blackened by Mother Nature.”

One says they won’t be able to do traditional dances without the deer and elk that live in that canyon.

What do YOU need to “dance your dance”?

Could you dance in a blackened canyon?

Could you dance if your sacred land had been destroyed by Mother Nature?

You are safe. You are untouched. Why don’t you dance?