tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994934174936729819.post763697032746696405..comments2020-08-02T23:35:09.530-07:00Comments on Sharon in Utah: Better than the Golden SunriseSharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08759609166941428668noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994934174936729819.post-48607649133569904532011-06-28T11:13:39.484-07:002011-06-28T11:13:39.484-07:00It is indeed beautiful and lonely, Kathabela, if y...It is indeed beautiful and lonely, Kathabela, if you count absence of human companionship as loneliness. I find it less lonely five miles in on a trail nobody uses, with the only sound the rustle of a lizard--I find this less lonely than a restaurant with conversations going on all around.<br /><br />I have not fared well, Russell, with Bashō’s haikai or haiku or derivatives in the genre. I get low votes and rejections. No matter. The rocks and I get along fine. I am thankful for the few friends I do receive and who see as I, especially those who don't see the rock or the bird, but see anyway. Thanks for your words.Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08759609166941428668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994934174936729819.post-68357555402262265602011-06-27T18:32:39.356-07:002011-06-27T18:32:39.356-07:00Your blogs and selections of scenes and comments a...Your blogs and selections of scenes and comments are haikai, linked verses of Zen awareness. I think Zen means knowingness, or should and your knowing of scenes and rocks as part of the eternal arrangement and being is perfect. It is poetry in trail hiking and dissection of time into the living moment within the living moment within the poets who craves freedom inside the moment. <br /><br />Thank you for this magical trip. I think I have cried and been moved almost every time, but especially today about the water the plants have always known. That is proof of god, of life, of intelligence in plants, they are not matter, the wood and tissues are decisions coming into being. <br /><br />Russell SalamonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994934174936729819.post-80771858620574649222011-06-27T16:39:16.589-07:002011-06-27T16:39:16.589-07:00It looks beautiful there, but lonely. I am glad yo...It looks beautiful there, but lonely. I am glad you will be coming home to friends. Even though you mention groups of people, they are not there, only stone portraits of seaman and ships. It looks so quiet too... maybe I can imagine the crunch of your footsteps or the sound of water, or the wind sometimes... are you completely alone in the early hours, do others come when it gets hot? Did you really not carry water... or are you being metaphorical? Look forward to the stories of your last trails here, and then to your travels "home"!!Kathabelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03863810661468891882noreply@blogger.com