I do. Often. And not always on Zen Mondays. Sometimes I run out of things to say on Thursdays.
Boz will be pleased at this turn of events because it means I won't chatter at him all day. (It's not talking to myself, it's talking to my dog. There's a difference.) Perhaps a good walk somewhere beautiful will get the words flowing again. (For me, not for Boz. His English is good, but limited.)
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You definitely live in beautiful walking country. And walking is so perfect for inspiration.
Ah! The road less traveled. Get out there, Boz!
Yup.
beautiful!
one correction--Boz' English is fine, it's YOUR understanding of his communication that needs some work! ;-) Listen....listen and you will understand.
I'm continually amazed at the scenery we have here. Great photo as usual.
Amazing photo, Petrea. This is one of your best, in my humble opinion. A lack of inspiration must be going around. I feel like I've hit a mental blogging block in the last few weeks.
Joanne, you are so right on both counts. And you remind me that I'm finding a bit of inspiration from your blog these days.
Boz is more inspired by the smells than the beauty, but I like both, Margaret.
Hiker, I know.
I know exactly what you mean, Trish. Boz is an excellent communicator and it's my job to understand him. But I wouldn't call it English.
Thanks, Michael. This view says "November" to me.
Thank you, Ben. I usually choose a photo and allow it and my feelings from the day inspire me. I was tired as I sat down to post last night and decided to let the photo speak for itself.
I'm with Ben. I walk along there a lot, but this beautiful photo has given me an entirely new view of it, and it's so timeless, could have been taken any time in the last 100 years.
I miss my dog. Among many stellar qualities, if I was talking to her, I wasn't talking out loud to myself.
Big distinction.
It is a joy to live near the walking road like this.
The yoga people taught me to try the exercise: keep silent for 24 hours, sort of head clearance test. I found out that not much is worth saying.
I like your blog.
Peaceful scenes..lovely...
but the New Years onslaught lurks in the shadows...
I wonder if I could be silent for 24 hours. It sounds wonderful. Did you try it, Irina? I think you must have, that's when you found out that "not much is worth saying." Interesting. Has anyone else ever tried that or anything like it?
Even when you have nothing to say, you say it so eloquently. I love this photo, too. Thinking of yesterday's post, I count living in this beautiful area as one of my blessings.
I've never done a silent retreat but I've been intrigued by the idea. Have you heard of Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hanh? His retreats sound amazing: http://www.plumvillage.org/
Oh, I know that feeling all too well. Quiet is nice sometimes, though. -:)
All I can add is I"d love , love, love to make that walk with you and Boz. John can join us of course! HA
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Beautiful place to walk! I hope you and Boz had a good trek.
Susan, I remember Thich Nhat Hanh. It's a cool website but look at that crowd! I guess he's pretty popular. We have a couple of retreats here in the mountains.
Hello there, Chuck. It's nice to see you!
Come on out, Virginia and Ms. M! Let's take a walk.
That looks like it's outside Rome. Is it?
Funny, Mister Earl. I wish. When I post vacation photos from Europe, you'll know.
You were immediately below my house when you took this picture. Sometimes your proximity to where I am at any moment of time is a delightful surprise! You certainly captured the gorgeous light on the brush and sycamores. Nice shot.
Christina, apparently I hang around by your house a lot! You live in such a nice neighborhood.
Yes, I tried it (24 hours silence). I am not very talkative person, so it was not big challenge for me, no inner struggle here))) I liked the new experience, try it.
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