1 January ~2013

On the first two days of 2013, I took my dogs down to the Greenbelt, underneath the old Cottonwood in the grove of Eleven, walked across the ice on the frog pond, and around back up the North Hill.

I have taken most of my blog entries offline, but went back and found this that I wrote in 1996:

". . . my dogs and I walking . . . through the quiet of the November morning. It seems as if the more we walk the more the strength and peace of Nature "becomes part of us."

and this in 2007:

" I was across the meadow when a mature bald eagle landed in the old Cottonwood. I watched the eagle for more than an hour, and it was still in the tree when I climbed the ridge and looked back. The eagle may have felt as comfortable there as I do, and is it a stretch to think that it sensed the same good spirits and peace among those trees?"

For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver. 
. . . Martin Luther 

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity.
. . . Melody Beattie


My old dogs, Boogie and Cody, that used to enjoy walking the Greenbelt with me: