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A Golden
Walk in Menlo Park, Fall
 
Fall has
been spectacularly beautiful in northern California this year. Awash in scarlet
reds, juicy oranges, saffron yellows, deep and rich. Vibrant flames ushering me
and my dog down carpets of colorful leaf mosaics. Beckoning us to see what new
wonder will come into sight.
Yesterday,
November 24th, the day after Thanksgiving here in the US, a golden avenue
appeared when I raised my eyes, so marvelously luminous that I let out an
audible gasp. A Claude Monet moment --- a shimmering brilliance of color and
light. We were walking alongside the carefully constructed mesh fence that
separates pedestrians from the train tracks, a tasteful barrier erected to help
despondent teens stay alive. I’d been pondering with a heavy heart, the fence,
the trials of life, the current sociopolitical state of tribal passions,
and seeming anarchy tearing at the world. And, then the golden avenue,
with the wonderfully structured trees arching forward towards the fence,
created a seemingly endless arcade of life and joy. Opening before me,
transporting me into thoughts of the wonder of nature, the beauties of the
world.
Somewhere on route 280, Winter
Time of long shadows,
Oyster shell, translucent pale light, |
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striated threads,
cloud streams in a blue of soft, subtle tones robin shell, misty "air" sea. |
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The clarity of winter
Wisdom, mirroring subtly the vagaries of the world The storms of the spirit. |
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Judith
Stewart
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