Sunday morning salutation

Self-portrait, Besigheim (Feb. '16)

Self-portrait, Besigheim (Feb. ’16)

When the sun rose you could hardly tell. A set of bats stirred from their perch, and were gone. The whole tree, made of bats. Some branches wagged and bobbed, didn’t say a word. The gray inaction, Sunday morning. Even the animals seem to know, they take their time. Now all the trees rock side to side like we’re on a boat, you engage your core, root down, breathe. “Tree pose.” Slow the mind and regard it for what it is for a moment. No matter how fast we spin and rollick our way through the universe, no one knows how we got here or where we’re going. Why not try to stop, just once.

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18 replies

  1. Rockabye.
    Finished Moonglow. From a memoir point of view, it’s quite remarkable in its structure and it’s ability to surprise (and the structure is essential to that). For that alone, I recommend it. Plus, it’s a good story. Off for my first x-country ski in two winters!

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    • Good, thanks for getting back to me on that. Structure, good. I’m rereading The Corrections and enjoying it more this time, remarkable. Have fun in the outdoors today!


  2. Even though it’s [it’s] not really a memoir.


  3. What is that glowing object–left corner of photo?


  4. Trees doing tree pose, I love it.


  5. Reminds me of the Kris Kristofferson song, Sunday Morning Coming Down. “Even the animals know, they take their time.”


  6. Haha, tree’s doing tree poses! Ironic but its great! If you have time, check out my latest blog post at and let me know what you think!

    Happy blogging x


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