knee deep in weeds

notes on a simple life

late summer

“Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.”
― Wallace Stevens

I think about what it means to listen to life and come up with a short list : 

open my heart and shut my mouth
pause and be present
let go of expectation and linger in the moment
allow myself to unfold with ease
smash the rewind button
recognize new tones and voices
eavesdrop with intention
make use of my senses
listen to my intuition
practice, practice, practice  

“I am what is around me.” 
― Wallace Stevens

The dog and I take to walking the river trail again in the early evenings. Long walks with purpose, yet always open to what we might find. Sometimes he tags alone with us. We walk to the hidden rock where we can sit and watch the water and rest a bit. By the time we get there the dog is ready for a break and is willing to sit still for a moment or two. His gait is slower on the way back to the car, mine too. 

"The summer night is like a perfection of thought."
~ Wallace Stevens

The fisherman shares his secret spot with us as we stop and chat on the trail. I yearn to follow him and take photos of his casting. Yet, I understand so deeply what it means to be alone on the river on a late summer evening that I settle for turning and capture him heading into the light. 

"Fly-fishing is the most fun you can have standing up."
~ Arnold Gingrich

“Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container.” 
― Wallace Stevens

I ache to flow. . .