out and about on blue.

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 the house was too small today:

too confining. 

it's not just a summer thing:

those of you who know me well

know that i am outdoors all winter

as well as 

all summer. 

except for extremely rainy days.

 the usual accoutrements in blue's basket:

poem. 

i-pod shuffle. 

drinking water. 

holy water container. 

camera. 

bear spray. 

bear bells. 

 stopped as eska creek: 

pinkened granite on her streambed. 

 as is my ritual once a year:

in the spring. 

empty out the holy water. 

fill the container with fresh holy water. 

 my religion is a mix of rites and traditions and beliefs.

raised catholic. 

the outdoors is my church. 

in my yard: 

prayer flags carry my supplications in the wind. 

so when i say this you'll know it to be true:

i believe in the powers of the holy waters of eska creek. 

at least someone believes in the same religion

as do i. 

  meanwhile, 

the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes, 

over the prairies and the deep trees, 

the mountains and the rivers.  *

life is good. 

this dance of life is so very sweet.

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[*  credit to mary oliver: a stanza from "wild geese".]