Category Archives: Transit

Spirit Walk

Increasing weekly walking quite a bitof late, but always with an end in mind,like getting to a place appropriatefor family or labor or the kindof groceries I savor and think fitfor purposes to which I’m strong-inclined,my path is often varied … Continue reading

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South to Solitude

Selecting carefully among the foodsavailable amid voracious kids,and co-existing with some attitudesdelusional and maybe on the skids,no discontent or hot complaint intrudes.I move and sleep enough. What here forbids,forestalls, or forms will end in half a day,when I’m at home … Continue reading

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Sitting Sat

Two quarter hours sitting in the suntoday, away from home and every chore,I processed stillness as a sort of fun,and felt I needn’t ask for any more.But I was with a relative who’s oneI like to visit. And I also … Continue reading

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Mt Hood Scenic RR

I bid the kids to photo what they tookfrom chugging gently on this slope today.The five of us were seated for a lookat Hood and its environs. I’ll conveysome words, but they could try to make a bookof this experience. … Continue reading

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Bluggage

I measured my old suitcase yesterday.Equipped with its dimensions, I then soughta case of like size and two wheels, the wayI like a bag designed, that can be broughtto lugging angle, tipped to follow, caughtby handle. I don’t need much … Continue reading

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A Long Way Along

Deliberately I walked a longer route,and shopped before embarking on the train.My need for exercise became acuteand happily I added steps. No painwas dogging me and yes, my aging brainreceives from ambulation benefit.At night I’ll run TV to entertain,but afternoon … Continue reading

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Nine Minute Wait

Nine minutes till the bus is due, to pickme up and help me tote the groceries.I have my phone of course – I now equipmy travels with it for emergencies.But I’ve scant use for its amenities.I watch the kids and … Continue reading

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Raising Consciousness

That 20 minute morning walk, I triedto notice where I went and felt, insteadof concentrating on ideas I spiedreviewing journal entries. In my headI wandered, while each 8-pound weighted treadwas made amid air springtime soft and sweet.I caught a train … Continue reading

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Travel Day

A nervous voyager, I always risebefore it’s necessary, so insteadof tapping my adrenaline suppliesI get to practice patience in my head.Already packed, no puzzles to surprise,lunch made and linens taken off the bed,I’m sitting in a blue upholstered chair,and contemplating … Continue reading

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Good Chance Encounter

I used a bus I rarely ride to getsome miles south and west. The trip was lessthan lovely – crowded, noisy – but it letme off with extra time at the address.Exploring then, I saw a route and setmy exit … Continue reading

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