Leaning trees
Leaning trees
berries hanging
Pulling
Bear thy fruits
Unload yourselves
young tender shoots
Amongst mature wise bark,
lean on each other,
bear thy weight together.
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Endnote:
I enjoy being the passenger in a car. The freeway especially allows me to enter into the moment. This small poem came to me on October 15, 2011. I was watching the road and noticing and absorbing what I saw. I wasn’t thinking. Words started forming, so I unzipped my bag and pulled out the little blue notebook the size of a credit card. It’s a Moleskin—my favorite. I also have a larger sized one in there, but the moment decides which one I will select.
About Rebbecca
I love to write, to express, to explore. Mostly I journal; and if something moves me, I try to capture it in a poem. I live in the East Bay; enjoy reading, writing, cooking; being in nature; walking; and riding my bike.
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Rebbecca’s Favorite Books
Demian, Siddhartha, The death of Ivan Ilyich, Barrabbas, Being Peace, Writing Down the Bones
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Rebbecca, A lovely little
Rebbecca,
A lovely little poem. I wish I were more often the passenger looking out the window and not always the driver. In the morning, especially, I see so many things that catch my eye. Lately the sun slowly coming through the trees has made me want to pull over and watch, and absorb all of the feelings and words that come to me. Alas, I would be late for work!
Annette
Thanks so much, Annette! When
Thanks so much, Annette! When I lived closer to a comfortable bike trail, I used to ride to work. And there was so much to take in. A few times I did stop and pull out the notebook and at other times, I waited until I got to work and just before I went upstairs to the office, I’d get my thoughts out.
At times when I’ve been driving, I did keep a small recorder nearby and it was easy to operate, I would turn it on quickly and start speaking. I haven’t done that in forever, but it was nice at certain times.
Maybe one of these days on a weekend, you can be a passenger. There’s something about freeways though and the quietness of not needing to have a conversation for a short period, so you can truly be in the moment.