Icy Heat Wave

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It’s been really hot and smokey here; triple digits as they say.  I don’t like the heat so I was filling my mind with the following images with the hope that, if I could cool my mind, my body would surely follow.

Octopus Ice Image

Octopus Ice Image

Well, we all know that I wasn’t exactly successful at that, but it did make me hope for a long, cool, and snowy winter.  It’s not that far off, and if the forecasters are correct, I might just fish my wish.

Winter Sunset Over The Mill Pond

Winter Sunset Over The Mill Pond

Summer is great up in the Sierra’s but it is the stillness of the winter that fills me with one of my favorite sounds, silence.  Graeagle, CA is a special place, and when all the summertime families leave, there is a calmness that descends on the quiet little town.

Eureka Peak With Snow

Eureka Peak With Snow

My favorite time is January, February, or March when they hold the “World Famous Longboard Races.”  It is some of the best times that I have ever had, but you’ve got to have snow, lots and lots of snow!

Rooster Tail Stop

Rooster Tail Stop

Big Beautiful Chico Creek

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I took the time, last week, to walk through a small section of Bidwell Park in Chico, California.  It is a beautiful place, especially in the fall.  I started at One Mile, which is a swimming hole that is quite active during the summer, as it can get quite hot in Chico.

One Mile

One Mile

The walk was mostly down a dirt path that ran beside the Big Chico Creek.  It was quiet, except for the occasional bicycle or dog passing by.  Quiet, except for the falling of the giant leaves through the trees and bushes.  That was noisy, amazingly so.  Noisy too, was the crunching of those leaves beneath my feet.  It almost seemed as if they were exceptionally dry this year.  Quiet, except for the woodpeckers, pecking in the trees and the squirrels busily collecting nuts and seeds for the upcoming winter.  It was quiet and so very busy at the same time.  

Leaf on the Creek

Leaf on the Creek

I was forced to stop and reflect while the creek went rushing by.  It reminded me of many of the creeks and streams that ran through the neighborhoods, in Santa Cruz, where I lived as a child.  I always would stop to view the cool clear water creeks, as I found the water spiders and tadpoles completely mesmerizing in my youth.  

Gathered Water

Gathered Water

I was fascinated by the water on this leaf.  The sun was shining on it and sparkling in an extrodinary way.  (I guess that I haven’t left my youth behind as much as I tend to think that I have from day to day.)

Barely Hanging On

Barely Hanging On

The sun filtering through the leaves was so wonderful to view and it made my soul lift and feel free (child like).

Dry Leaf Floating Toward One Mile

Dry Leaf Floating Toward One Mile

The creek was still running at a good pace, even though we are in a drought, and I would watch the leaves as they would go floating toward the Little Chico Creek that runs through the University Campus.  As a child, I would have been creating leaf races on the creek, but there were enough leaves falling into the creek to create leaf races of their own.

Sunlight Through the Leaves

Sunlight Through the Leaves

I think it is important to stop and fill your mind with the colors, sights, and sounds of each season.  This place and the silences reminded me of Connecticut and the silence that I found there on the Long Island Sound.  I penned the final poem in my book, Imprints, while listening to the silence of the sound.  

Turning Vines

Turning Vines

There is a peacefulness that fills you, in the silences that you can find everyday.  You only need to seek out those silences.  Its hard sometimes, with our busy schedules to find the silence, but it’s there.  Listen…..