tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post5266704838525403263..comments2024-03-12T23:44:23.698-07:00Comments on The Gleewoman's Notes: Walking the Chalk DownsSylvia Linsteadthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573366368541906101noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-55183312822183794752013-03-29T08:53:12.452-07:002013-03-29T08:53:12.452-07:00Well just WOW....
I feel like i've been trans...Well just WOW.... <br />I feel like i've been transported back in time a bit... for a number of reasons. When we walk the dirt roads in Maine, where houses and lives once were, I can feel the past enveloping me... I long to know the people and their stories. <br />We went to England a long time ago, a dream trip... it was amazing; our entire history here in the US is so small and insignificant by comparison... I long to go back again, and walk and soak it all up into my soul again....<br />and then I read you live in Mill Valley. Even longer ago, for a moment in time ~ I lived on a boat in Sausalito, and walked to work at Mill Valley Market each day. Walking does make you feel a connection with a place...even when you are far from what you know as home. We walked in the headlands, and along the beaches... and for a moment, I melted into feeling a connection to a new land on the other side of the country...<br />Thanks for taking me on your walk; and also for the stroll down my own memory lane. Melodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10229439546427952540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-81906902371561041332013-03-28T02:48:07.744-07:002013-03-28T02:48:07.744-07:00Oh. Thank you for the ride through of these stompi...Oh. Thank you for the ride through of these stomping grounds. I married here 28 years ago in the highlands of Scotland and Avebury was a place we dreamed through long ago. Simply lovely and I am with you on the romantic dreams of the world...isn't that what we all need though, because if not the dreams of it, how can we envision it into being? I look forward to your lovely Gray Fox Epistles blowing its way to me soon....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-83183246952213704682013-03-08T17:25:10.596-08:002013-03-08T17:25:10.596-08:00Thank you Luisa! I know, with all the sweet beauti...Thank you Luisa! I know, with all the sweet beauties of California around us, the sight of a bluebell wood, well, it still just slays you doesn't it, right to the heart, that extraordinary purple mist... xoSylvia Linsteadthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17573366368541906101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-75358605374019569702013-03-08T17:24:10.102-08:002013-03-08T17:24:10.102-08:00Haha, no way did I balance that melon on my head w...Haha, no way did I balance that melon on my head without the help of a hand! I'm actually quite clumsy :) it was just the best place for it. Yes, good name for a song, or album.... Sylvia Linsteadthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17573366368541906101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-74998615817212203922013-03-08T17:01:44.386-08:002013-03-08T17:01:44.386-08:00Oh my goodness, don't know how you balanced a ...Oh my goodness, don't know how you balanced a melon on your head with a box at your hip! You must be so graceful. <br /><br />Special & deep indeed...<br /><br />"Waiting for the highways to turn back to horse-paths" sounds like the name of a rustic folk song. :) Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08397400242153470523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-35444384595135741402013-03-08T14:18:30.858-08:002013-03-08T14:18:30.858-08:00Such a lovely post ~ thank you for sharing your be...Such a lovely post ~ thank you for sharing your beautiful words and thoughts! ~ Your photographs made me long for the green fields and Bluebells of England - in fact you have successfully made me homesick as I sit in my kitchen by the beach in California!<br /><br />Luisa Millicenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10029462514403423981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-62433620262137989622013-03-08T11:57:18.103-08:002013-03-08T11:57:18.103-08:00So special, the owls you saw! Yes, we miss so much...So special, the owls you saw! Yes, we miss so much in our zooming metal boxes. Not having one seems the best way to get yourself out walking--when you are tired, long day, the urge to drive instead of walk somewhere is huge, particularly if that walk involves a big uphill at the other end. I experienced this often when we were living in Berkeley way up in the hills. That milk got awfully heavy on the way up; I got so irritated with myself for my car usage, but I still used it. The most vivid memories I have are of course those days when I picked up our farmer's market box on foot at the bottom of the hill and balanced a melon on my head with one hand, the box at my hip, and sweated my way up the hill. Or saw a tiny hawk in a tree right by my face. A woodpecker on the the telephone pole. Special things, deep things. It is a change we can all make in small ways now; so much easier said than done, but it is! Instead of waiting for the highways to turn back to horse-paths. :) xoxSylvia Linsteadthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17573366368541906101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-61166538028529079992013-03-07T17:03:43.584-08:002013-03-07T17:03:43.584-08:00I can so relate to this, not having a car these da...I can so relate to this, not having a car these days and using my feet for nearly everything. You've captured it perfectly... on one of my most recent walks, I encountered two little screech owls, wide-eyed and quiet and just watching me as I watched them. It was a sacred moment... There is so much that's missed in the tiny rooms of vehicular transportation. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08397400242153470523noreply@blogger.com