Good Days

City Park and The Bridge...two places I go the most. I appreciate the opportunity to see these spaces over time...to notice even the smallest changes...to look at the mountains or water as old friends...to continue to marvel at the birds and clouds and trees...to repeatedly pause to inhale the sweet scents of Rosemary, California Sage, Mule Fat and more. I count these gifts among my blessings. 

Thursday's City Park held the sound of moving water, much louder than seemed warranted, and the majestic rising up of the nearby mountain - stark and green at the same time...and the grand oak, standing grandly amongst the civilized plantings...along with the ever-deepening levels of silt in the catch basin.

I had two Medicine Bags here at home. One was gifted to someone I've known for many many years and the other one was left CMB style at the walk at City Park. I've been meaning to do that for ages and ages, but kept forgetting. This one makes it 107 CMB planted. It is much easier if I keep the growing tally here, along with my little book - I can cross-reference that way.

In other weaving news...

The little loom is warped, colors chosen and a Medicine Bag started. It feels like it has been a while since I wove anything, after that break to play with paper. And it feels especially good to be back to it, back to the rhythm, the loose focus and meditation on the recipient. I have some weavings planned and then a new idea for these small Medicine Bags. More on that when I get there.

The Bridge on Friday welcomed us with the croaking of toads and the skittering of lizards. The river's path had shifted once again, showing more sandy river-bottom and large bare areas, where plants once stood.

After observing the fallen tree again, we talked about which tree may fall next. What a simple conversation between two people. But, a conversation that speaks to cyclical nature of life. Born - rise up - live- die...and spread your goodness at each stage.

We played another unsuccessful game of Pooh Sticks. This river is really not built for this game, but we keep trying anyway. On this day I announced that maybe we should just throw the sticks off the other side of the bridge and call it good! lol 😂 Of course we quickly agreed that would be totally against the whole point of the game. haha

The thunderheads were magnificent, sitting on the mountains like they were. Each spotting of them - each view from a particular vantage point had child me gleefully exclaiming, "Ooh look at the clouds!!" I could easily cloud watch forever.

Someone left some 'art' in the way of a cement block, with wire sculpture. Awesome.

Where and how do you return to "place"?

 

May you smile and recognize home

May you walk with nature, no matter where you are

May you celebrate each small thing

xo

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2026

We Will Continue

 

*Today is their 86th day walking for peace...

Martin Luther King Day...

May we learn from the past, remember the past and keep those lessons alive in the future...

The bracelet says; "Be your own hero"...the ring says: "Namaste"

A post to mark today, to mark where we are at this point in time. May the lessons of the past rise to the top of the current moment...and be seen and understood.  I seem to be out of meaningful words, but feel I must continue in some way. Today this is my way: well-worn quotes and recent videos filled with love and peace and respect. May our world catch up with the movement these Monks are bringing across the miles. May the voices of the people rise up with strength and song. May we continue...

How will we move forward? 

 

May you find a way

May you live with hope

May you live with love

xo

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2026

Talk About It

 

So much mud in the catch basin. 

Water running, moving from space to space.

Loud.

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Talk about Gaza

                                                                                              Take a deep breath, and then again

       Talk about Renee Good & the others

                                                                                                                       Share humor

                       Talk about Ukraine

                                                                                                Look to Nature

How Native Hoop Dancers Blend Heritage and Hip Hop | If Cities Could Dance

LINK 5:13 minutes

“When we dance, we’re never really truly alone. If you keep that in mind, that gives you the courage and confidence to take what you learn and take it further.” —Samsoche Sampson

Their truck was there, but they were nowhere to be seen...probably went to lunch in another worker's truck says J. - my thoughts go to a much darker place. Where were they? We will never know.

The road out of Mentryville - "Kitty Rock" - One body, two ears and lots of imagination.

   Talk about a young man now blind in one eye

                                                                                           Hug those you love

             Talk about the still missing files 

                                                                                                      Stay connected to old friends

Talk about illegal moves, on every level

                                                                                             Make important phone calls

A brilliant city tree outside the local Goodwill, my nod to the fact that I usually don't take many city photos.

   Talk about the many thefts: privacy, sanity, security for starters...

                                                                                                                Love the clouds

Talk about the endless lies spewed

                                                                                                       Care for your body

Talk about the hard stuff

                                                                                                                           Give to others                                                                                              

Out, out, out into Nature, breathing, pausing, taking mental notes and sharing special finds or things to consider. Paths of the remains of deep flowing water, leaving lumpy, bumpy mud behind. Leaving chalky white rocks, salty-like residue and reddish clay. Now, larger areas of restoration exist, tiny fenced new growth and little flags flying in the breeze marking each new plant.

A place we've been before, seen before...breathed in before...a place that remains good. We never tire of it. Even when noting the recent weather related changes, it is like coming home. Home happens when one returns to place again and again. Home feels good. Today the path and nearby moist creek leading to the old rock home had the sweetest scent you ever could smell. A bench placed trailside, perfect for viewing the snag of a tree.

Two Community Medicine Bags were planted. Current count: 105

Talk about all that needs to be said, but do more than just talk too

                                                                   Take actions that help sustain you and others as well

What can you talk about and do? 

 

May you step on each side of the path

May you look in all directions

May you go and also return

xo

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2026

Go With Love

 

The trees that greet me in the parking area...a bold welcome as we head out to wherever it is we go.

"Love is Little," a traditional Shaker song performed by Zambra

LINK 2:18 minutes

From the description box:

Purchase our music at https://zambrasingers.bandcamp.com/ “Love is Little” is a traditional Shaker song. The Shakers created many lovely hymns, and this song dates to the 1850s. Cellist and composer (and dear friend) Barry Phillips first wrote this arrangement of Love is Little for the Santa Cruz-based ensemble Our Lady of Perpetual Help Chant Choir, who were kind enough to share it with us many years ago. It has been a staple of our live concerts ever since. We love its gentle reminder of the importance of those small acts of love. The world needs them, now more than ever. Thank you, everyone, for bringing your light, your love, your kind acts of mercy. Love is little, love is low, Love will make my spirit grow, Grow in peace, grow in light. Love will do the thing that’s right. Guitar: John Hopkins Arranged by Barry Phillips Audio mixed by Andy Zenczak Video produced and directed by Kathryn Veditz Cinematography by Andy Zenczak and Teo Morrell Recorded by Zambra in Santa Cruz, California. For more information, contact: https://zambra.org/

Another "park"...visited before, but not entirely. Still not entirely explored as it is a large multi-purpose area. The Community Center building is where we've gone to vote in the past. Monday we took in some of the park's nature trails and explored the paths and amenities available. A large gymnasium, 3 pools, a skate park, bike park (track and "pump track"- 6:05 minute explanation and visual - I had no idea!!), basketball courts and a memorial fill out the tiered property. We've enjoyed visiting or revisiting local parks, knowing full well that we will never uses many, okay, most of the amenities discovered. However it is nice to see what is out there for others. As we explore, we discuss if a location is worth returning to in the future. There are some paved paths here that we may go back to some day.

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I took two CMB with me today (103 planted)...we went to the over the hill area from where we planted the last one...to where "same rock found twice" lived (lives?). I haven't been here for years. We usually go on the left side of the hill. Anyway, I've been wanting to go back to this old trail for a long time. Today was that day.

We were greeted by a red tail flying towards the sun. 🙂

I hold myself within the sunshine & shadows, the brightness of the earthen hillsides, the sparkle of the golden trees and the feel of the shaded spots, scent of the sages and feel of the earth beneath my feet.

You can see the bit of water down the slope in the photo above. This is where "same rock found twice" lived. The last time I saw it was at the top of the slope, when I placed it on a log and left it behind. That was back in 2015...10 years ago!!! That log is decayed a lot since then. There have been rain storms and other travelers over the years...so, where did that rock go? 

Below, you can see one of the CMB on the fence post. The second one is off camera to the left. It was tricky to plant them, as there were people in the parking lot, so hard to be stealthy!!

What things (items) do you recall like you saw them yesterday?

 

May you find what you are looking for 

May you not mourn too much what is left behind

May you visit and revisit beautiful places 

xo

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2025