Musings of a retired teacher
i love canoes, kayaks, anything that carries me across water quietly. there's literally a skin connecting you to everything. how amazing is that! steven
oh, steven, yes, exactly. I had so much fun. my friend, Mike and I paddled along the Russian River near here from Monte Rio to its mouth at Jenner. We saw so many birds. The white objects in front of me on the left shore there are white pelicans, magnificent birds. At first skin appears to be the boundary between the inner and outer worlds. Then you realize skin is full of holes and nerves and sensitivity, no more a boundary than a membrane (memBRAIN) connecting the inner and outer worlds, the nexus of connection. and yes, my canoe's skin breathes in and out as if alive with the waves. oh i love it.
Did I say left shore? I mean on the right shore.
i've found that the rest of the world - birds, moose, bears, whatever - seem much more accepting of my presence when i'm in a canoe or kayak than when i arrive in something motorized. really i do! steven
Yes, I've found that, too. Maybe it's left-over good karma energy from the Native Americans. I know when I'm paddling I try to show regard and respect for the comfort of the animals I'm near. For example, as we went past seals hauled out on snags about a mile upstream from the mouth of the river, we would pass on the far shore of the river to avoid disturbing them.
Polli.. you know, you've been there, right?
Oh yes. But in a kayak, not a canoe. And I never wrote such a wonderful poem about it. It makes my heart ache to see this photo and know I won't be there this summer. Sigh. Enjoy it for me, will you?
I sure will. When you do come back, let me know. We could perhaps enjoy it together?
I look forward to that!
This is exquisite, beautiful. I love canoes, canoeing. It feels so historic. When I row, I think This movement is part of my bones.
Thank you, Reya. I didn't know that you row. I don't but I would guess the pleasures are very similar, moving over water under your own power, and the pleasant rhythm of it. Bones. I like that. Bones and muscles and tendons and food and oxygen made by the trees standing along the shore.
Although I never paddled the Russian River, each day I pause to connect with Her stillness ~Lovely words reflecting your experience, Dan.Seems I picked the same template as this for my blog's look of the month... like minds and gentle spirits.
Thank you, Stream Source. Paddling is a sublime activity, kind of like walking, but on the water. Paddling in a small boat connects us to the surface of the other two thirds of Our Mother Earth's body.
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