Monday, March 04, 2019

If I were God

If I were God 
And wanted to make my human subjects 
gape in awe
Gasp in breathlessness
Lift their hearts and voices in my praise
Remember that they
Were keepers of a covenant with me

I wouldn't hang a rainbow
Delicate and fragile
Wispy and ephemeral.

I would fill the sky with bold rich color
I would throw paint to the horizons.
I would send glory.
I would let them wonder what was light 
and what was flame.
As the sky blazed magnificently
And then crept down into darkness.

Jan 2019





Monday, March 12, 2018


I still write, even though I'm not posting to this blog. I still travel, play music, hike some, though not as much. This, however, is what has filled my time lately.

Monday, May 22, 2017

2017 Western Trip

updated her status.
2 days 3 states 560 miles and all we did was reenter TN
Crossing the Old Man
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How to make GEORGE happy — with George Kraushaar at American Banjo Museum.
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A few pics from today's exploration of Washita battlefield National Historic site ...1866 cavalry led by G Custer massacred Cheyenne at dawn.  Western OKImage may contain: sky, cloud, grass, mountain, outdoor and nature
Beautiful, peaceful, hallowed land. Full of cattle now. Used to be buffalo
Image may contain: sky, cloud, house, outdoor and nature Sod house from the"Sooners" in the 1892 land rush. Sooners were cheaters who snuck on to the land ahead of the date to stake their claim Sod house from the "Sooners" in the 1892 land rush. Sooners were cheaters who snuck on to the land ahead of the date to stake their claim Dianne Gruber See the brown package? He's bought another history book from a NPS bookstore
Red grass where the women and children hid Image may contain: one or more people, people standing, cloud, sky, outdoor and nature Image may contain: plant, tree, sky, grass, outdoor and nature Washita river. Clusters horse cleared it in a leap

Palo Duro!  South of Amarillo, TX  May 17-21Image may contain: people sitting and indoorImage may contain: one or more people, cloud, sunglasses, sky and outdoorour “limited cabin”…electricity, fridge, microwave, wqter spigot outside, comes complete with kangaroo rats.Image may contain: one or more people, cloud, sky, mountain, outdoor and natureImage may contain: sky, cloud, twilight, tree, outdoor and natureImage may contain: people standing, mountain, sky, tree, plant, grass, cloud, outdoor and naturePalo duro.

Tree pose by a brave young girlImage may contain: outdoor and nature
GEORGE at the Big HoleImage may contain: 1 person, sunglasses, outdoor and natureSpanish skirts, but the light wasn't good to bring out their colorImage may contain: mountain, sky, outdoor and natureImage may contain: sky, mountain, outdoor and natureGoodbye Palo Dura

I'm sitting on a border rock outside a little stone hut in Palo Duro Canyon, south of Amarillo, Texas. It's 5:00 and the sun has set enough to give shade to the patio, but not quite enough to shade the picnic table, so I sit on this little wall to enjoy the shade and the canyon breeze. I could be inside the hut. Its thick walls have kept us cool every day, but I want to be outside. I want to experience the quiet and beauty of this place. Every breath is sweet desert air. I'm surrounded on three sides by canyon walls. Various shades of orange and brown rocks, interspersed with the dry gray green of the desert, and on the floor, framing my view, the yellow green of young spring. I read that the erosion piles of the rocks, layered in orange, red, white and brown, are called Spanish skirts, because they resemble the swirling skirts of Mexican women. I actually think I have a contra skirt in these colors.
The wind is ever present, but not at all constant. It gusts noisily, backs off to a gentle touch, then builds up again, a soft roar in my ears. If I knew birds, I would be hearing many species, but I'm ignorant, so I just know there are different sounds. As the evening progresses, vultures will entertain us, soaring in great circles. We have two desert rats living here. We tried to tell ourselves they were mice, but on reflection they are big for mice, but smaller than TN rats. They are actually kinda cute, if it weren't for the fact that they thought the cabin was theirs, and we had to hide all ours potential edibles in the microwave and refrigerator. I wish the vultures would eat them for dinner.
9pm addendum.....this evening, the entertainment, besides the vulture air show, was a mountaineering exhibit by three young humans who seemed part mountain goat. I sat at the picnic table and watched them scamper around the mountain. They eventually reached a sandstone ridge, and then shoe skied back down.
Sometimes we add our music to that of the wind and birds.I'm not sure how far it carries. There are other humans down here, but we are spaced apart. If they do hear us, I hope it's the sweet notes that reach them.
George is reading about the Comanches who stayed here before us. They, like us, were itinerant, enjoying the canyon's protecting walls while the storms howled on the plains. As we lazily lie on the bed in the cool cabin and read our books, we think and talk about what life may have been like for them. Our big effort each day has been to ride the bicycle four miles each way to the Trading Post to buy lunch. Otherwise, we are pretty indolent.
Yesterday evening we bicycled over to the Big Hole, a tall cave in a wall. We were content to walk over the uneven ground to the base of the wall, but young people climbed the wall to stand on top of the cave. I have a lovely photo of a young girl doing tree pose on the edge. She hollered down her phone number so I can send it to her when I have cell service again.
Ps. Has anyone had success offing a desert rat with a fly swatter?



TAOS Pueblo of the Red Willow People

We were headed for Big Bend but somehow ended up in Taos. Good wrong turnGeorge Kraushaar's photo.George Kraushaar's photo.George Kraushaar's photo.George Kraushaar's photo.

The Rio Grand in its 640 ft narrow canyon west of Taos

Ghost RanchDianne Gruber's photo., NMDianne Gruber's photo.Dianne Gruber's photo.Land of Georgia OKeefe


Halfway expected to see John Wayne chasing Nicholas Gage on horseback here in Monument Valley.  Almost too awesome to absorb  …George  Image may contain: sky, tree, outdoor and natureImage may contain: sky, tree, outdoor and natureImage may contain: sky, cloud, outdoor and natureImage may contain: sky, cloud and outdoor

In beauty I walk
With beauty before me I walk
With beauty behind me I walk
With beauty above me I walk
With beauty around me I walk
It has become beauty again
It has become beauty again
It has become beauty again
It has become beauty again

         Navaho Prayer

I'm so happy to be in the area of the Grand Canyon again


April 24 · 
Home for a couple days. It is windy.
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So the internet, which comes and goes, might be on again, thus I am obliged to send a Photo or two of this lovely hole in the ground. It is likely my last time here, so I celebrated by walking a little ways down the bright Angel trail, and took the bus to various viewpoints along the west rim, as well as walking from Pima Pt to Hermits Rest'Bright Angel fault'Dianne Gruber's photo. 'Tunnel in the Bright angel trail'Dianne Gruber's photo.
Mather Point at sunsetImage may contain: sky, mountain, cloud, outdoor and nature
April 25 near Coconino, AZ · 
A few minutes later
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Botonizing from the car in the Mohave. My guess (from Wikipedia) is foxtail or cottontop cactus. Any opinions
Joshua Tree==Stephanie Hanberry BeanImage may contain: sky, plant, tree, outdoor and natureImage may contain: sky, tree, outdoor and natured

Thursday, November 05, 2015

Bear Crossing

Bear Crossing

Ash, Janet, and Dianne were tripping merrily down the beautiful trail (well, plodding wearily may be more accurate, this was mile 6 of an 8.5 mile walk, but it WAS all downhill from here). Suddenly, Janet stops, points, and whispers, "bear."  Ash, currently in sweep position, stops, but misses the whisper, and says, "what?"  Dianne points, and says, softly, "bear."
All freeze. Just to the right of the trail and ten feet ahead is a beautiful young bear. He looks up at them, then resumes loudly crunching acorns. In a pack, Janet, Ash, and Dianne take five steps backward, each silently reviewing her scanty bear lore. 
"Don't turn your back to him," 
"He looks young, are there more? Where's the Mama."
"Hold up your hiking poles. Look big."
"Are we supposed to blow a whistle?"
Bear ambles a few steps toward them, and their alarm escalates. They carefully retreat another five steps. He does appear to be bigger than a cub. Maybe he's last year's cub, and has been put out to find his own way, especially since no Mama has appeared.
They watch as he chomps and occasionally looks at them, and unfortunately, makes slow progress in their direction. 
"Let's give him the trail." There really is nowhere to go opposite the bear. They can get a few feet off the trail, but it slopes sharply. There is no possibility of detouring around the bear.
"Should I blow the whistle?" asks Ash. "Would you get it out of the top compartment of my pack"?
 Then Bear ambles across the trail to their side. The three nervous hikers sidestep back across the trail ("don't turn your back on him"!) and stand in the trailside brush.
Bear crosses back to his original side and resumes chomping. Ash, Janet, and Dianne sidestep back to mid trail.
"Maybe we should try the whistle," says Dianne. "Maybe just a soft toot." They're not sure why, but things need to move along, and perhaps that will change something.
Ash gives a tiny tweet on the whistle. Bear looks up, then resumes chomping. The women stand in the trail. "Well, that wasn't helpful".
After a few more minutes, Bear suddenly leaps onto a nearby tree. The women watch in amazement as he quickly scrambles thirty feet up to the first branch.
"Wow, that was fast."
"Yeh, but if he got up that fast, he could come down just as fast."
"I think he's trying to tell us we should move on now."
"Do you really think so?"
They screwed up their courage, and in a tight pack, walked past the bear in his tree, and continued on, stealing looks back to make sure the trail remained empty.

After a tenth of a mile, Ash said, "Durn, we should have made a selfie with the bear."

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Assignment: use the following random words in a piece of writing.
  Market.  Feat or feet. Cow clock
Jostle cheat smile loving

My  result;


Look Rock  on an October Evening

My friend and I walk up the concrete steps
to the terraced overlook
Scuffling dry leaves with our feet.
We wait while a family jostles into position
for the obligatory portrait
with mountain background.

We lean on the rail looking out.
A woman, cigarette dangling, takes many photographs.
I say, "I'm not much of a photographer."
He says, smiling, and reading my mind,
"I'd rather enjoy the moment,
Look with my eyes, feel with my skin,
Taste and smell.
When you worry about getting the shot with the camera,
You cheat yourself of much of the experience.
I'd rather soak it all in
And later write a poem."

Forest green, gray green, moss green, olive green, chartreuse.
How many greens there are
In the evening light, late in the season.
Some autumn greens revert to the yellow greens of early spring
Everything fading.
While other greens darken with age.

A road runs below us. We hear voices from the valley,
Men, and a cow lowing.
Cars.
A rooster crows to his own, slightly skewed, clock.
Wildness beyond, but a narrow strip
Of human influence along the bottom.

A small break in in the mostly cloudy sky
Opens up to let a curtain of misty sunlight
Stream across the valley
Markedly dividing the near, clear world
From the world behind the veil
Blurry, imprecise
Soft, tender
Do faeries dance behind that veil?

A sunbeam shines a spotlight at curtain's edge.
As wind pushes the open spot across the sky,
First a valley, then a nob,
then another valley
Is lovingly caressed by the light,
As it holds the land, praises it,
Then moves on to embrace the next hill.

Drg 10/2014


Friday, May 23, 2014

The Vase

The vase

I now hold this vase
As I once held his face
Oh it doesn't replace
What is gone.

The flowers he brought
Just after we fought
Love and passion was hot
But it's done.

His kisses were fine
His tongue curled with mine
For his body I pine
All alone.

When love is a Game
And it roars like a flame
But it ends just the same
Life goes on.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Making Music

Making music

You place it in my arms
As if handing me a newborn.
I cradle it
Feeling the sensuousness
Of the smooth wood
As I mold my body around
Its gentle curves.

I touch my naked fingers to the strings
And feel the first hint of the work to come.
My touch is rewarded by a soft mellow voice
But  I feel the first pain, the foreknowledge
That I will have to give of myself to get what I want.

My fingers remember chords I learned decades ago
But strength has ebbed.
I scrape a pick across the strings
And the sound is mushy, garbled, impure.
Will I ever honor this beautiful guitar
By helping it sing as it should?

You teach me.
Give me suggestions.
Encourage me.

Over and over. Again and again. Error after error,
I practice my assignments.
I play until my fingertips ache
And the pick flies out of my hand into the sound box.

We find songs that push my skills
 You gracefully play a melody
And I doggedly strum along.
Keeping up.
Sometimes glorious
Sometimes terrible
But with steady improvement and hope.

I hold it in my arms
As if cradling a newborn.
Feeling the sensuousness
Of the smooth wood
As I mold my body around
Its gentle curves

I strum the chords
To accent your beautiful playing
Rising and falling with you
As we joyously make music together.



Dianne May 2014