Monday, October 13, 2003

Kayaking Irondequoit Creek

I took Friday off and paddled my kayak up and then down Irondequoit Creek. Reeds bent in the soft breeze. Early fall colors melted in the water. Silence and gliding brought me close to a blue heron. King Fishers here and there greeted me around various bends in the creek on my way upstream. It was generously warm in the afternoon. Sunny and balmy. With everbody else at work, or in school, there was only quiet reflections and the flowing current. At points as the attention settled and silence set in there was only empty drifiting.Then a splash or a flutter would show how things arise in the mind. Rupakaya bursting out of the basic space of phenomena.


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