Cool Shot of the Moon Last Night (one night post full) – Photo: L. Weikel

Dial Tone

“Inspiration, don’t fail me now!” That’s what I’m sitting here thinking, and silently pleading, this evening. And yet? “The dial tone is strong in this one.” Yeah – that’s a mixed metaphor quote for all of you both old enough to remember dial tones and young enough (at heart, at least) to be a Star Wars fan.

I took a couple of photos today that could serve as fodder for a good post or two. But a couple of them just beg to be supported by at least a modicum of humorous or perhaps semi-clever prose, neither of which I have any hope of mining tonight.

The source of my dial tone tonight is sort of a sad commentary on the state of my post-pandemic physique. Apparently it doesn’t matter how many miles I walk every day, I’m nevertheless woefully out of shape.

Mowing the Lawn

Today was Karl’s and my official ‘First Mow of 2021.” Wow – I just did a search of my posts and discovered that I wrote about this ‘spring rite of passage’ two years ago to the day! And funnily enough, I sounded pretty tuckered out when I was writing two years, too.

I’m almost creeped out by the fact that I practically wrote the same post two years ago, lamenting how tired I was from the effort of mowing in spite of all our walking. So hmm. I guess maybe I can’t – or don’t need to – blame my exhaustion on Pandemic Physique. Perhaps it’s just the consequences of winter.

I’m going to take comfort in that. (I take it where I find it.)

Tohickon Reflections – Photo: L. Weikel

Brief Eagle Moment

On my way home from an obligation this afternoon, I stopped by the Tohickon to pay my respects. I brought the Spirit of the Tohickon a little treat that I shared with her. Crumbling a rice cake in my hand, I blew my intentions of love and gratitude for the wonder, serenity, and joy this body of water brings me so often. I talked to her a bit, wondering at how low her flow is already – and it’s only April.

I am feeling a little anxious over our water, to be honest.

As I was addressing the Spirit of the Tohickon and all the Beings that live within and around her, I was startled by the shadow that passed right over me and the whoosh whoosh of beating wings. Eagle graced me with its presence, stunning me with its beauty and size.

I only managed a single shot of it as it retreated downstream. Normally, I wouldn’t take a photo of a creature appearing when engaging in ceremony, but I wanted to share the magic with all of you.

Eagle Headed Downstream – Photo: L. Weikel

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