Meanders To The Center

~~~ Random thoughts along the journey to the center ~~~

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Saturday, December 31, 2005

Beginning Tomorrow

A melancholy wind
whistles and howls
the old year out...
I hear and feel
its bursts of fury
swirling and twirling
through the swaying branches
of the bending trees
and know there will be
no four legged tracking
the fallen snow which blows
wildly to night
to wipe the ground clean
for tomorrow's beginning..............

Friday, December 30, 2005

Holiday Hues


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Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Do We....

How do we act
when death approaches...
comes close and waits...
for someone we love...
do we cower in fear
close our eyes afraid to look...
do we go about our business
and pretend...that it is not hovering...
do we turn away and hope
it changes its mind and leaves emptyhanded...
do we grab hold of the vise
twisting tightening screwing our heart
to ease the pain unfolding...
do we seek to be with the one
it has come for....
give solace....
remember the goodness of life
and ask it to be gentle and swift...
or do we bargain for mercy straight away...
pray for it to go away....
and not come back another day................

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Through the Whiteness

Sun is
solitary incandescence
glowing silvergold
through the whiteness
of the wide winter sky...............

Monday, December 26, 2005

Thoughts on an Anniversary

What must it be like...
waiting...for the fury and power.....
coming.... to blow your world apart....
knowing...that...nothing...can divert...
or stop...
the inevitable...roaring...ashore.............

Friday, December 23, 2005

Great Divide Peeks


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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Aged Beauty


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With clear vision...I see...but beauty...surrounding.....................

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Orange Blossoms


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Crane and Moon


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Friday, December 16, 2005

December Descending


December descends........


its frosty breath of snow.......


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Thursday, December 15, 2005

Day Break


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Sometimes darkness descends
upon the spirit
distorting the view
of daily life...
leading us to think
light will shine no more...
but...as surely as night falls
so does day break...
to restore hope...to our sight........

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Wild Life

Red fox flies across the road
before my eyes...and my mind thinks
how accustomed I've become
to seeing these four legged ones...
fox...deer...elk...cougar...bear...and more...
have become as much a part of my life
as these tall mountains around me
and the cover of stars above me...
even to the cities below they come...once in a while...
to remind the forget full
that they...are...still...here.....
still...a part...of creation...

A couple of weeks ago my daughter informed me that she saw a bobcat standing at the top of our driveway when she came home that night...and that the bobcat had run down the driveway and into the woods upon her arrival. When I had a chance...I looked more closely at the tracks it made in the deep snow...to compare it to some I had seen a few days earlier all around the area and had assumed were coyote's. Yes...these were different indeed....but were imbedded deep in the snow...so were somewhat indistinct in specific shape. I recalled how my granddaughter had wanted to follow the many tracks when we had been walking around that past weekend...excited at the possibility of getting a view of whatever had made them....and how...bobcat...had never crossed my mind...
So...for the past two weeks...I've been looking...and hoping...to get a view of a creature I have never seen...in the 20 plus years I've lived in the high country. This morning...as I came out of the house to go about my daily business...I noticed distinct tracks in the fresh...but not so deep...snow...like cat tracks...but much larger...coming out from under my back porch...right along and up against the side of the house...onto the walkway and out towards the fence... Wow...that's close I thought...not with fear...but with wonder. I knew it was not house cat...too large... or dog...different shape...and suspected the elusive bobcat was still hanging around....my house. When I got to work...and had access to the net...I searched for bobcat tracks...to make sure... and do believe that this is what rubbed against my house...last night. Could it be that this one has decided to seek shelter around mine and stay awhile?? I know that the rabbit and smaller creatures such as mouse and ground squirrel...favored delicacies...are abundant on the land...as are the elk and deer which the bobcat sometimes take a chance on pouncing on....and that human activity is scarce or almost...nonexistent. Or...could it have something to do with...my two feline housemates...who like to sit at the window and look out whimsically...without a care in the world...
The thought of bobcat being a regular visitor...or resident...is exhilarating....and reminds me that anything is possible...that change is constant...and that life as I know it should never be taken for granted...or feared. Yes...there is a chance that such an occurence could be dangerous... but for some reason...I don't think so...and don't feel threatened or intimidated...by the knowledge...that mystery and wild ness come to my home...to stimulate...the day to day...here...in these...wondrous mountains...............

Thursday, December 08, 2005

From Mountain to Lake


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Wednesday, December 07, 2005

A Full Weekend.....

This last weekend was a crazy one...too many activities packed into too few hours...and too little sleep.....
For a few years now my kung fu school has been asked to participate in the Boulder and Denver "Parade of Lights"...night time events which start the cities' "holiday" season. The one in Denver was first...on Friday night. Not having been a parade participator in my younger days...doing so at this stage of my life is sort of...strange...but is also a lot of fun. It's an amazing feeling to be walking down the middle of a four lane street...with thousands of other participants of every bent and ethnicity...fire throwers...belly dancers...clowns...nativity floats...marching bands...german dancers...Japanese taiko (drum) players...and of course our nine person red and yellow sea dragon...flanked between students carrying large school banners and our percussion musicians....of which I am often one...learning the many sounds and moods of cymbals and gongs... The Denver course is about a mile and a half...with no breaks to warm up cold or tired hands holding the banner...dragon or instrument. I'm not exagerating that after playing the cymbals for over an hour...in the cold...my hands were stuck in that position for a good three or four minutes after the parade was over and I could finally release my grip from the "handles."
The sidewalks are packed full with people of every size and age...waiting for hours...in the freezing cold..to watch the wonders passing before their eyes. The dragon...twirling...teasing and flirting with the crowd...is always a favorite...and elicits many hoots and hollers...
The Boulder parade was Saturday night...and although smaller and shorter...is just as exciting...and cold...and has special meaning since it's the school's "hometown" parade.
Packed in between these two events...my daughter and I participated in a weekend craft fair in Nederland. It had been a couple of years since we had set up a booth at one...and we saw many people...some not seen in years...acquaintances and fellow crafters...long time locals and newcomers selling pottery... jewelry... photographs...soaps...healing salves...and much more...each one someone's treasured creation waiting to be shared and taken home. Regardless of whether the fair is "successful" for the vendors in terms of how much is sold...there's always a great amount of trading which takes place at these events...a "perk" and highlight as important to the artists as any other reason for participating. Having sold...traded...or given away... many many pieces at such events over the years...it held special meaning for me this weekend to hear quite a few people tell me that they still had...and loved...one of my beaded pieces. Likewise...my home holds many beautiful and cherished items brought home from a mutually pleasurable trade transaction...or two... This weekend...I was given three wild turkey feathers..which I had been looking for... to bead... and which are hard to come by these days for some reason...by a generous young man selling photographs in the booth across from ours. The gift touched me deeply...and made me remember...that the spirit of goodness and sharing is alive and well throughout this season...despite what are sometimes appearances to the contrary.... Another highlight of the fair was the live music...christmas and otherwise...which we were treated to by local musicians and singers...who braved the freezing cold and snow to share their talents...and give us good memories to reflect on in our day to day....................

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Centre of Attention 3


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Winter Thoughts.........

The canyon this night
is a pallette of white
as earth and sky meet
and become intertwined
one with the other...
my worst nightmare
comes upon me suddenly
drawing me to the edge of my seat...
body tense...eyes alert...foot at the ready...
trying to spot a familiar landmark
in the whiteness...
anything...which will tell...
road from ravine...but such help...
is not by my side tonight...
so I must turn to inner instincts
to know whether the path
will turn this way...or that...
climp up...or fall down...
and counting on my trusty black steed
not to falter or stall
we crawl in the sprawl of
this Colorado mountain
white...out.........................

........Snow Crunches

Snow crunches loudly
under the weight of my feet..........
its chilling protestations
piercing
the silent crispness
of the mountain night..................

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Centre of Attention 2


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