Recharging the Soul

I once read, a long time ago, in some obscure magazine, that walking by the shore line was healthy for you. Apparently where the water laps at the shore, can be found a fine nebulous mist of magnetically charged water vapour that recharges the body at a molecular level.

I go for walks along the shoreline almost daily, tho in the winter time one has to wonder how much water vapour can actually form, what with the calm inky blackness of the river and the frozen white expanse of the lake, but the calm, peaceful, solitude is enough to soothe anyone.

Walking along listening to the zsinging of the sugar snow as I swish my boots thro it. Watching Quick and Quark, the resident ravens, swoop and swerve as they divebomb Charly, the wind whistling thro their wings. I'll often sit, close my eyes and listen to the world... which is far from silent. I hear a soft knockeling as the wind plays it's music thro knuckle bone branches, the faint crackling of a leaf still caught in a tree, the sharp zipper crack of the ice as it relives it's stresses, the gentle smackeling of the water lapping underneath the ice, a far off squirrel chittering it's objection to some kind of intrusion. I even hear the soft ticking of the snow as it lands gently onto my shoulders... now that is enough to recharge anyones soul!

Bleeting

I tried this Blogging thing.... but I just don't have that much 'free' time to gossip on the computer?!? I don't even gossip that much in real time !?! So I am going to try something new... I am going to 'BLEET'... that's a cross between Blogging and some new fangled thing they call Tweeting, which is just as foreign but I think it has to be posted in 40 words or less! That might suit me better!! This is for you George... as you asked me so nicely not to quit!

Bleet #1
Dec. 3rd, 2011... where did the time go???? The lake is trying to freeze up.... for the third time so far. Charly can't wait, he is already running out as far as he can before starting a crack. An otter, or martin, or maybe an eagle has been enjoying a riverside meal for the past two mornings... the bloodspots don't really tell us much, can't make out the tracks.... just vivid red spots in the clean white snow. Wind strewn trees smashing over the horse fence are keeping Dick busy. But no wind today... beautiful sun shining, and temps falling, the two seem to go hand in hand. This is more then 40 words.... but hey... no limit to a BLEET!! I made up the word so I get to make up the rules too.....