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The Long Road 2020

The long road of 2020…
Expectancy hangs in the air…

A cradle of wounds and awakenings…
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Donkey Square Dance

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To hear “Donkey Square Dance” click above.
“Heaven... I'm in heaven,
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak.
And I seem to find the happiness I seek,
When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.”
Irving Berlin (sung)


 
Two donkeys chase the field
abreast --the long ears fly.
Spark ignites the farm dog who
 --follows donkeys’ stride.
 
Flames of bark lick
fleeing hooves.
Cowboy bounds, 
bounds-removes,
daisy chain, do si do
 --- beat, beat…
dance is sweet.
 
Donkeys spin the barrel hard
thunder roll 
across the plain--
The dog turns last
pounds ahead
awesome speed he gains.
 
Two, three, four runs by
seared with lightning lines.
Sing their trail -- happy dog
long feathered fur shines
pushed flat for the speed ahead, then ruffles through the
turn, but soon the dog finds end of breath--
 
sits-ragged, panting, yearns... 
 
Slowing to a happy pitch 
trot in single file
heads high donkeys--
upper lips 
smoochin’ --victory smile.
 
 
 
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Dragonfly

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Almost 3 minutes- might be best to try listening and reading this time…
In early summer’s water  
she has swum 
the cool clean pond  
where the dragon dwells. 
 
In mid-summer 
barn swallows dive and snap the water
sipping through
as the ghostly dragon 
engulfs its prey
below.
 
In early autumn 
an aging goddess floats. 
The pond ferments.
She sits cross-legged atop a board—
roasted, wrinkled 
listless...
 
An orange dragonfly
splayed out
catches her attention.
Its feeble fluttering, 
ringlet ripples 
the effort 
spirals back millions of years.
 
The futility of trying to play savior
Noah’s wife.
So many tumbling from her Ark have drowned
   failures--
of pigeon, robin, the raven, kingfisher, mouse, red squirrel, even the soft-rumped packrat… 
 
Never-the-less 
she scoops up the dragon
its orange body-stick measured by gossamer paneled wings
yes! huge alien eyes
still
to dry and glow…
 
Dragon as a cat 
it grooms 
wind-milling forelegs over its head--around. 
Propeller legs spinning 
the single engine plane 
readying for flight.
 
Minutes ooze and buzz and glide
Now, she’ll see what happens--
Her palm shadow passes atop the dragonfly and
four wings pump to flight.
Her heart leaps and across the pond
helicoptering to the sedges.
 
She didn’t expect it
this little life 
lengthened.
Was this best?
No,
it’s the way it made her feel—
that
was best.
 
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An after thought…
Having performed a wholesome act
       it is good to repeat it.
  Enjoy the pleasure of its memory.
The fruit of goodness is contentment.
 
Italic selection taken from the Buddhist Dhammapada -translated by Ajahn Munindo.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Thanksgiving Day 2020

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30 seconds – a listen – click above.
Thanksgiving Day 2020
 
A walk through the woods
with each falling leaf
a song      flying bird
and grub searches too
 
quick darts a gray squirrel
branch to slender branch
bends with the weight of passings ...
 
 
A nation                                reflects. 

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Bridge to Skookum Wood

Slideshow: New bridge across Kickin’ Mule Creek to Skookum Wood. Now it will be possible to reach the cabin in any kind of weather.

Special Thanks to Tim, Art, and Don who helped make this project possible.

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Pandemic Project

May – November 2020 –Bruce’s Timber Frame Virus Hut.

Timber framing and “post-and-beam” construction are traditional methods of building with heavy timbers, creating structures using squared-off and carefully fitted and joined timbers with joints secured by large wooden pegs. It is commonplace in wooden buildings through the 19th century. (Wikipedia)

Slideshow for Cabin Project–

Special Thanks to Tom, Braden, Brant, Avery, Todd, Art, Tim, and others who helped Bruce work on this project.

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Professor Skookum

Sher and Skookum Thorne River, Prince of Wales Island, Alaska.

Glacier’s Gunsight Pass– also known as Professor Skookum

2007 – 2020 13 years

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The Zone

This post is best listened to first- please click the audio bar–2 minutes long.

A big buzz circles.

Her head bowed over a biography–

Of Henry David Thoreau.

She ignores

                   whatever

you are…

Bottom grounded.

Her back presses

against the Ranger tire,

and the late afternoon glow

fires the prairie.

But, buzzy

Insistent

comes back,

rounds her head again

and this time she guesses—

The fuzzy

black- yellow bumblebee

drops like a bomb into a ground-hole

two feet in front her lean crossed legs.

Suddenly the Old dog, Professor Skookum pads past;

Her chest draws tight–

his big foot falls on the spot—

crushing…?

Professor Skookum continues on to drink prairie pond;

Cattail seeds gently parachute to earth

and softly she separates the sugar-rich grass.

   Her words fall … “Are you down there?” –

Silence.

And then so faintly…  “Hush, not the tomb; I’m in the zone, … I’m in the zone…”

Skookum takes a shallow swim – he shakes and the ring of water- pellets fling jewels– a peacock’s tail. Unconcernedly… in the zone, …in the zone.

 

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