tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86060334865489766832024-03-18T21:56:23.987-07:00Storypath/Cuentocamino: Slow the looking and you slow the reading, like trusting the river slows the river--some description and some big logs seeing into the beautyway while sitting on big river stonesJim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.comBlogger1239125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-73569215115963035472024-03-18T09:48:00.000-07:002024-03-18T09:48:49.723-07:00I COULD RUIN YOUR DAY RIGHT NOW, FOLKS,
I COULD RUIN YOUR DAY RIGHT NOW, FOLKS,
and I just might.
It’s the Fifth Week
of Lent and Easter
remains two weeks off.
I’ve been with a
group of Christians
reading poems, and
as days lengthen,
and Jesus’s
resurrection (as well as ours),
too far off to
contemplate. People
have been struggling
with metaphor
and as one who has
walked with poems
I’ve been losing
sleep myself. The fun Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-18738710580195310682024-03-13T07:33:00.000-07:002024-03-13T07:33:08.380-07:00STUMBLING CAN BE LOVELY
MY FRIEND SENDS ME AN EMAIL --for Terry Martin
Stumbling can be
lovely
A picture of a
person
holding up a bike
after a fall
Once she showed
me where a word
came from
and it was like
seeing
ball bearings
on your bicycle’s
back wheel
I wrote her back
That's what they say
those experts
Me, I’m an amateur
I practice lots
All Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-79273827878590053522024-03-12T15:12:00.000-07:002024-03-12T15:12:02.312-07:00AFTER YOU WALK THE CAMINO
AFTER YOU WALK THE CAMINO
You’re a pilgrim
forever.
Notes in my back
pocket with my handkerchief.
We all took a pair
of Maria’s socks after she died.
Walking with Karen
Sudden hailstones in
sunshine
Walking with Mary
Oliver in her thirst.
Honor the work of a
caregiver
When she was the
first lady of California
The Journey upended
her life.
When he gave me the
walking stick
he Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-87061875832994589312024-03-10T11:58:00.000-07:002024-03-10T11:58:27.141-07:00IT'S THE CURSE OF LUCILLE
IT’S THE CURSE OF LUCILLE
[Talking with
my wife, remembering my mother, after the game]
Even when playing
Double solitaire in
cards
Rooting for others
Jim Bodeen
9 March 2024Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-46994722884107422232024-03-09T09:33:00.000-08:002024-03-09T09:33:34.492-08:00ALTAR FLOWERS ALTAR FLOWERS for M. H.
This is how the
flowers see usleaving worship.
Just minutes agowe were seated
before them, these beauties,Lutherans in Central
Washington.In our pews, mums
and rosesbelow the cross, in
betweenthe piano and the
choir.Our cross, an
artist’s creation,gold leaves opening
upward like hands,
giving praise, give
silent testimony Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-6546695478799639302024-02-13T06:23:00.000-08:002024-02-14T09:57:26.885-08:00BENEATH THE RADIANT MOUNTAIN
THE SUPER BOWL BENEATH THE RADIANT MOUNTAIN
Yes, this afternoon,
sometime after three
Hours after the
Gospel lesson in Mark
Jesus on the
Mountain
dazzling, alongside
Elijah and Moses
About wore me out
Karen asking over
coffee,
How did that
happen
Jim Bodeen
11-13 February 2024Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-15009658012199692712024-02-09T10:15:00.000-08:002024-02-09T10:15:36.829-08:00OTHER TO WHAT WE WERE SHOWN
THERE IS NO OTHER WAY
TO SAY THIS BEING
OTHER
TO WHAT WE WERE
TAUGHT AND SHOWN
--for B.G.
The prayer
that comes up
has no content
but here’s
your name
as I walk
and this is
my prayer
and it is
prayer
and prayer
it is
Jim Bodeen
4 February—9
February 2024
Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-27600875499879262692024-02-04T18:17:00.000-08:002024-02-04T18:17:55.402-08:00READING SCRIPTURE
READING SCRIPTURE
--after Michael
Edwards
His sudden presence
of being differently
from nostrils comes
smoke
Jim Bodeen
3 February 2024Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-8095099682501703632024-01-30T14:08:00.000-08:002024-01-30T14:08:56.365-08:00SABBATH, OR SUNDAY
SABBATH, OR SUNDAY
Home from the
Safeway,
late Sunday morning
after worship, unlock
the door to house
for Karen, turn
and walk the short
block
around the stop
sign, up
to Wellington and
back around
to 54th
and Whitman
where I turn back on
56th
and home. Four point
two tenths
of a mile to the
front door,
just about eight
minutes, maybe
a minute longer than
most
television
commercials,
Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-64605280546397400732024-01-20T07:46:00.000-08:002024-01-20T07:46:01.543-08:00MORNING AFTER SEEING THE DOCTOR
MORNING AFTER SEEING THE DOCTOR
It’s good coffee
Mmm hmm, I’m
slurping away
It’s a good sound
Jim Bodeen
20 January 2024Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-56209852474081247692024-01-09T09:54:00.000-08:002024-01-09T09:54:16.119-08:00TRACTS FOR THE LATE TIMES
TRACTS FOR THE LATE TIMES
Calling the
Tumbleweed Home Haiku (Tanka)
Faster than red cars
Grieving
displacement rootless
Soil torn weeds
street race
Thorns flower
against big stones
Elusive bike tires
tear free
●
62
Syllables (minus two) For Steve Merz
Come
in, she said, I’ll give ya
&Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-70097846316285952362024-01-06T06:56:00.000-08:002024-01-07T08:01:52.003-08:006 JANUARY 2024
6 JANUARY 2024
Feel the cold air
as I walk to the
stop sign
hear the chimes on
Omero’s porch
while coffee brews
Out of the house by
5:30
Light five candles
on my return
Three years from
January 6th.
How quickly the hour
passes
as candles burn
filling the living
room
with light
Jim Bodeen
6 January 2024Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-65881286138218488472024-01-04T22:11:00.000-08:002024-01-04T22:11:36.720-08:00TAKING THE KEYS
TAKING THE KEYS
–for D.V.P. on
her 16th birthday
Watching you drive
off this morning
a grandpa knows you
are really
on your way home.
How this journey
works, birthday
girl,
just like that.
You’ve Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-62513240194518791052024-01-03T12:39:00.000-08:002024-01-03T12:39:43.170-08:00SOLSTICE MEDITATION TRIPLE COCONUT CREAM PIE AND POEM (AND KAREN'S CHRISTMAS PRESENT)
SOLSTICE MEDITATION TRIPLE COCONUT CREAM PIE* AND POEM
(AND KAREN’S
CHRISTMAS PRESENT)
IN HONOR OF THE
MUSIC MINISTER BART RODERICK'S
HEAVENLY REQUEST FOR
PIE,
THE RECIPE FOR THIS
TRIPLE COCONUT CREAM PIE
COMES FROM THE
DAHLIA BAKERY COOK BOOK
AND RESTAURANT IN
SEATTLE AND HAS BEEN CALLED
A NATIONAL TREASURE
BY FOOD CRITICS
CUT INTO EIGHT
TRADITIONAL SLICES
RECOGNIZING THAT PIE
LIKE POETRYJim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-29754281229192486872023-12-23T10:04:00.000-08:002023-12-23T10:04:43.772-08:00TWO AT ONCE MOUNTAIN
TWO AT ONCE MOUNTAIN
--for Terry
Here on the mountain
The moment of this
mountain
This happened to me.
Love,
Jim
Winter Solstice,
2023Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-28496570056583326922023-12-16T07:30:00.000-08:002023-12-21T21:24:43.145-08:00 THE VOTIVE CANDLE AND THE PLAY DOH CANDLE AND PRAYER
--for the poet, and for the pastor
During the time for
quietthe woman in robes
passes by rows of
people
sitting next to each otherin chairs, saying,Take one of these
balls of play dohI made in my kitchenand choose the color
you like best. When
the tray of
home-made
memories comes to
me, I pick outa green Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-89083033585589375102023-12-08T08:10:00.000-08:002023-12-08T08:10:06.490-08:00EARLY AND DARK, what she said
EARLY AND DARK,
what she said, part
of the after-walking
before sunrise
with the walking
stick
and the coffee
ready,
votive candle lit
new running shoes
reflecting car
lights
and the mind
also tuned to
reflect
the beloved,
her clarity
a moonlit
messenger—
in bed, talking,
I say to her,
This is foreplay,
and turning back
she says, no, no,
This is a back rub.
Jim Bodeen
7 December Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-69973568199012402982023-12-02T21:00:00.000-08:002023-12-02T21:00:23.519-08:00Storypath/Cuentocamino: : MCKENZIE RIVER RESTORATION AT FINN ROCK: A WATER S...Storypath/Cuentocamino: : MCKENZIE RIVER RESTORATION AT FINN ROCK: A WATER S...: MCKENZIE RIVER RESTORATION AT FINN ROCK A Water Suite Winter Count for Barry Lopez Blessingway is used for everythi...Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-65985818226798013682023-12-02T14:48:00.000-08:002023-12-03T14:46:44.216-08:00THE MOON TONIGHT
THE MOON TONIGHT
--The mind
is trying to discover and to find its place within the land,
to
discover a way to dispel its own sense of estrangement.
--Barry Lopez,
Arctic Dreams
Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-89091870270803993772023-12-02T06:48:00.000-08:002023-12-02T06:48:52.160-08:00Existence, Did it help, The quiet woman
●
“Existence, when
there might just as well be none: the sheer presence of materiality,
vast and deep, everything and everywhere. Existence rustles. It
wonders. It wants to recognize itself, wants orientation. It must,
for it evolved animals like us that feel compelled to do such things.
Recognition, orientation: how could it begin? A cairn, perhaps.
Stones gathered, the largest few Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-549719851826300382023-11-30T19:50:00.000-08:002023-11-30T19:50:25.881-08:00AFTER TEARING OUT THE BLACKBERRIES ON THE MCKENZIE RIVER V. AFTER TEARING OUT THE
BLACKBERRIES
ON
THE MCKENZIE RIVER, THE WOMAN
APPROACHES
HIM SITTING ON THE ROCK
EATING
HIS SANDWICH
--for
Sarah Hunter
Tell
me about Barry Lopez, she says.
He
said, Two things I can’t teach.
I
can’t teach you hunger. I can’t teach you discipline.
She
said, After we’re finished here,
Would
you like to go over to his house.
Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-9694055216960427552023-11-30T07:29:00.000-08:002023-11-30T07:34:41.751-08:00ON THE MCKENZIE RIVER, THIRD RIVER IN THREE DAYS--WITH THE MCKENZIE RIVER RESTORATION PROJECT, AN ACCOMPANIMENT
IV. ON THE MCKENZIE RIVER, THIRD RIVER IN THREE DAYS,
WITH THE MCKENZIE
RIVER RESTORATION PROJECT, AN ACCOMPANIMENT
--for Sarah
Wheeler & Sarah Hunter
--When asked about his
desire to contribute to the literature of hope
on the River,
Barry Lopez responds: I would likeJim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-43076144846895063462023-11-29T09:07:00.000-08:002023-11-29T09:07:49.694-08:00THE FOREVER LETTER TO MOEN MUSING
THE FOREVER LETTER TO MOEN MUSING
--10
April 1932–24 October 2023
--for Ginny
Dear Ron,
you started poems to
me like that,
Dear Jim,
heading straight
from there to Jesus.
Jesus and a car full
of men
on the way to your
memorial.
There’s an image
might make you
smile.
Men come Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-14306151937358447532023-11-26T20:08:00.000-08:002023-11-26T20:08:15.496-08:00THANKSGIVING LETTER TO KAREN ON OUR 55TH ANNIVERSARY
THANKSGIVING LETTER TO KAREN
ON OUR 55TH
ANNIVERSARY
I.
The turkey goes into
the oven at 6:30.
This bird is
stuffed. You left that cavity to me,
doing your own
stuffing in the crock pot.
Corn bread stuffing
from both of us.
You left out eggs
from yours as an option.
I used two eggs and
celery,
but let me tell you
about mine—as it says
on the box, mine’s
a corn bread mix,
not corn Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606033486548976683.post-33024506497819273572023-11-24T13:44:00.000-08:002023-11-24T13:44:39.046-08:00The Situation Surrounding You
II. The Situation Surrounding You
“We are leaping
into a future that will go one way or the other.”
Jane Hirshfield
“The
mind is trying to discover and to find its place within the land, to
discover a way to dispel its Jim Bodeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835647351761612987noreply@blogger.com0