Memories on the Trail
Memories On The Trail
Scatter my ashes
Alongside the trail
so my spirit soul
may join with the fairies
frolicking and sprinkling
an aura of goodness, lightness, and joy
into the hearts of passer byes.
In the miles and miles
I’ve covered in almost a half a century of walking
my Ashland trail
I’ve enjoyed making friends and
engaging in the simple ritual of saying 'hello'.
“Hello”, “How are you?”,
'What a cute dog!',
“Enjoy your walk and your day”.
Or for those enjoying a quiet day
a simple smile or nod and wave suffices
to acknowlege 'I see you', 'You matter'
'Peace be with you'.
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Through the years, the seasonal changes
Have always invoked warm memories
as I walk my beloved trail.
On sunny, but chilly days, the winds
blow in memories of childhood days:
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Memories of standing on a hill in Malibu
with my mother one singular windy day
when I was a toddler
flying a kite as she held me
and made me feel eternally warm and safe;
Memories of lazy childhood
Saturday afternoons in Los Altos Hills,
resting after morning chores were done
basking in the warmth of the sun
sitting on the swing set in the backyard
listening to the distant sound
of a lawn mower
or the far away drone of a plane.
As I invoke these memories
through engaging all my senses on the trail,
I am relaxed, warm and content.
I am loved and feel the depth of belonging.
All is right with the world.
So when I die
throw my ashes
along the trail
so I may join the fairies
in blessing all who meander by
with memories and good feelings of their own.
When I die
scatter my ashes
alongside the trail
so that my spirit soul
may gently swirl and
exuberantly dance around
the dogs and humans
with tenderness and care,
eliciting a tail wag or smile
when caught unaware.
Let me continue to give back
What has been given to me—
A sense of love, peace, joy and belonging
along this personal promenade
so full of goodwill and happy memories.
