THE HERON REPORT

Association at work.

Things in threes and 3’s in Things

 

  Harness the power. Palindromic 12/21 today! Use Feng shui. Make it divine. Group by threes. Love every minute.

   Have dreaded tasks? Break it up. Three simple steps.

   Errands to run? List top three. Get it done.

   Undecided on something? List three pros; list three cons. Add more notes. Weigh the sides. Get the picture.

   Choices to make? Narrow to three.  Mix them up. Pick the middle. Or the first. Or the third.

   Green light, yellow light, red light. Go to where? Why go there? Travel how fast? Why slow down? Where is danger? Why use caution? Why not stop? Stop on dime. Time doesn’t stop.

   If you add an H to trees, you get threes. Both are green. Both are wood. Muerto is dead. Eliminate dead wood. Travel Rio Grande. Flower is compass. Wellsville in center for health. Finger Lakes, finger tips and tips of leaves making z’s. Never bored. Always happy.

December 21, 2009 Posted by Allison Huyett | Ancestors, Art, Career, DIY, Divination, Do It Yourself, Fame and Reputation, Feng Shui, Heron report, Income, Relationships, Walking, Wisdom, family, money to pay the bills, psychology, to do list, writing | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | No Comments Yet

The Morning Paper, A dead bird and Joe Heart Holly

 

Joe Heart Holly, by Allison Huyett

Joe Heart Holly, by Allison Huyett

 

  Headlights from the paper delivery vehicle shine around the rooms at 4:58 this morning, although the stove clock is set a few minutes off from real time, I should go check that and synchronize them. It is not my morning paper, it is for the neighbors. The morning paper is becoming an anachronism.

   A dead baby bird is a sad sight to see anytime, here is one at a few minutes to seven.

   On the path, it is written, Joe (heart) Holly. ( Joe’s cup of love for Holly runneth over).

   Today is a three day and a sandwich day and I think about green and red, and sandwiches and holly leaves and berries and key lime pie, cups of coffee and where is my Metro collaborator?

   Herons at same-to-similar spots as yesterday: picnic, toppled, red-bridge plus one flying pretty as a swan dive along the midsection of the creek, close to a fly fisherman whose reel spins and the noise catches my ear.

   Candelario sits at bench: 719.

September 3, 2009 Posted by Allison Huyett | Ancestors, Art, Divination, Fame and Reputation, Feng Shui, Heron report, Income, Relationships, Walking, family, money to pay the bills, thoughts, to do list, writing | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | No Comments Yet

Tree Vectors

 

Tree Vectors

Tree Vectors

 

 

     The great unanswered trivia question today is where do yoopers live? 

   Pounding rain overnight clears the way and has showered down stringy things from the trees near the six marker, site of a suicide last century. I like the spattering of the tree things and, using an envelope, draw them with arrows to show the tips.  Tree vectors.

   First heron at 6:57, at the mill picnic bend and there is heron in each of the three miles I walk to the end without beholding any men. Two women and I greet each other in the first mile. New writing on the wall: (Heart) DONNIE + AMANDA in white on the red foundation of the covered bridge.

   Quiet time. Some bunnies. Baby bunnies. Some envy. How a female duck can sleep standing up with her beak tucked all the way around in the top of her wings.

   Notice of Water Safety Training June 14, sponsored by the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers. Laura running. Absence of gray kitty. Where is it? Heron squawk. No turtles today. Talk to the two ladies near the pipeline. Early is best. A color comics umbrella from the Reading Eagle. Where to buy footwear for walking. How to get along with the geese.

   A heron in the middle of the creek at midway of the way back. Two fly fishermen. Victor is here. He has no interest in fishing. I share with him that a former boyfriend said when he fished he liked to figure out the life cycle and what fly works at a certain time and in which spots. Victor said if they’re hungry, they’ll bite! (I do not tell him at artist group last night the word was FISH and we revealed our creations and exchanged ideas about techniques and materials. My catch of the day was a Sudoku rebus. It got thrown into a mix of photo collage, paper mache, paper collage, quilting, pen and ink and watercolor and gyotaku for a most satisfying art fest, good cheer and awesome chocolate fudgies.)

   Traffic picks up mildly with a runner or two; I pick up a Juicy Fruit wrapper. As I finish my walk,  a heron flies above the creek, headed upstream, a good omen for the day. Last find: a tiny round green inspection label with PASSED written on it. Come to think of it, a driver passed me with some degree of unpleasantness first thing this morning. Drive safely!

May 29, 2009 Posted by Allison Huyett | Art, Back of an Envelope, Fame and Reputation, Feng Shui, Relationships, Walking, to do list, writing | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | No Comments Yet

Overheard in Reading, PA

  Sunday morning.

 Cloud cover.

 God is an Awesome God foreplate.

 Fisherman with cart and accoutrements for a week’s worth of fishing.

Vitamin water bottle, capped, with half a swig left, left on the wood footbridge,

 Predetermined I would pick up a foil shape today: a Six day for metal and helpful people and travel. It looks like bunny with ears, or a person with a face and a headdress, inverted it also looks like a different face.

 At other end of walk, 20 cars in the park parking area; another car enters as I make the rounds,  unable to find a spot. Find a Go-gurt wrapper that reads: “You could Win an Awesome Adventure.” Our Yogurt is an Awesome Yogurt?  The concept I find gross, the drawings, darling. A crocodile and a seal.

   Also find an empty, flattened Newport cigarette carton which I use to take notes. The little flap with 20 written on it breaks off (damp.) ”Where do you want to go?”  the writing on-the-go-yogurt tube asks.

 Bicyclists on the weekend are bit of a terror. Not five days, more like five months of pent up energy to be released.  

Admire one new fella who excels at efficient multitasking riding bike and consulting on the cellular:

   “You got to buy that new,” says the business cyclist. “You can’t get that out of an old truck. Sometimes you gotta make them yourself because you can’t buy them anymore.”

The vitamin water bottle goes in the recycling bin.

I want to go home.

May 25, 2009 Posted by Allison Huyett | Art, Blessings, Design, Divination, Fame and Reputation, Feng Shui, Heron report, Photography, Prosperity, Relationships, Walking, Wealth, helpful people and travel, life, maslow, photos, reading, thoughts | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | No Comments Yet

4.5 Talking Points: the Danger

Walking has physical points: end, beginning, middle, thirds, landmarks, and events. People places things.
Above the pipeline near the ten marker, a woman with earbuds and music player signals Danger ahead:

“There’s a goose out in the middle of the path up ahead – hissing – so be careful!” she says.

Does she refer to the locks?  A pair of Canada geese nest at the locks, a sixteenth of a mile away.  As I round a curve, a pair of mallards is walks across the path. Does she not know the difference? Could the mallard have been hissing? They don’t bother anybody.

At the locks,  Papa-goose in waiting stands guard from a cut sandstone block next to the path. His mate is across the channel, resting and nesting.

Pappagoose

Pappagoose

 

  Am met with neither hiss nor kiss; the goose is a hit with two couples bicycling with camera. They stop for photo op.

 

Mallard couple has command of Little Rock Island!

Mallard Yin, Mallard Yang

Mallard Yin, Mallard Yang

Walking/talking points – snippets on the air waves, tossed overboard by tongues and grooves. Nonsense to the senses.

Conversation pieces, incomplete as eggshell bits, that interrupt my thinking points.

 

  • “teachingwise, I’m replaceable”
  • “…Do more searches on it…”
  •  ”I didn’t realise it was this winding [the path].”

My thoughts are on blogging: the ‘day in the life of’  blogs are seldom successful.

Successful people and business say Is not every day above ground a success?  Chop wood, carry water.

April 6, 2009 Posted by Allison Huyett | Art, Heron report, Hit Man, Photography, Relationships, Walking, life, photos, psychology, thoughts, writing | , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

4.5 Periwinklephus

Periwinkle plus

Periwinkle plus

Periwinkle (aka Myrtle) blooms this morning, five-petal pinwheels, they are.

 As a member of the dogbane family, the plant is, therefore, the bane of dogs which are disallowed in the park anyway.

 Glorious sunshine, green grass, trees, limestone walls in an ess curve. Divine blue skies from which nothing can be divined because they are without a mark.

 

 

Opportunity costs. If I do item X on my to do list, it means I may be unable to do item Y. To do Y and Z costs X.  There is so much to and prioritizing is necessary.

 

 The Eggstravaganza egg hunt was yesterday; colored chalk drawings are left behind. Presumably, all the eggs taken.  Something wicked this way comes.

 Dyed eggshell pieces on the path. I drive home to fetch the Nikon, hoping no runners and bicyclists disturb the arrangement in the next 14 minutes.

April 6, 2009 Posted by Allison Huyett | Art, Bite My Horse, Divination, Feng Shui, Heron report, Photography, Walking, life, photos, psychology, thoughts, to do list, writing | , , , , , , , , | No Comments Yet

Honey Drops Cough!

One sunny thing today: the yellow pansies at the bakery/coffee shop. Well-groomed lady at the coffee thermoses had a persistent, under the radar cough.
Abbreviated walk. Different direction. Wealth of dropped advertising items. Rocker tee shirt and label for Honey Cough Drops, or so I thought, but it was a typo.
Found a bottle cap showing names of three locations: India, Malta and Puerto Rico. All into the art.

April 3, 2009 Posted by Allison Huyett | Art, Blessings, Fame and Reputation, Feng Shui, Income, Prosperity, Wealth, money to pay the bills, psychology | , , , , , , , | No Comments Yet

The Day of the Labyrinth

Labyrinthine

Labyrinthine

 

   Secret Language of Birthdays for today reads: March 20. The Day of the Labyrinth, so it was decided early that after my walk I would visit the nearest labyrinth. A friend of mine celebrates a birthday today, which the birthday book reveals indicates strengths in the Logical-Sensitive-Versatile areas of life.

  The Heron Report for today is: two  – I repeat TWO! herons at the mill picnic area and two at two other locations. Three of them flew about to as if to show off for a special occasion.

First Heron of Spring 09

First Heron of Spring 09

 

I reflected that walking helps me – or so one hopes – reflect. Thus the heron’s reflection inverted:

mirror image mirrored

mirror image mirrored

   There was a muskrat in the canal lock, a man who opened his arms to welcome spring, and still some damp chill in the air, and when I got back to the picnic and parking area, the Santa figure still atop the chimney of the park office, an old farmhouse, was incongruous, if not jarring. The park crew were removing some the last of the holiday lights.

   On my way to the labyrinth was a sign: Spring Equinox, Event 7-9 PM and a woman who identified herself as the labyrinth corrdinator (how does one get a job like that?) was decorating the labyrinth area with plastic garlands and flowers and invited me to attend the celebration, which will include Earthrhythms drums and Green Man stories and spring traditions and please wear something Springlike. Springish.

   Walked the path of the labyrinth, curving round the course that is like a creative cranium written on land.

cranial curves

cranial curves

March 20, 2009 Posted by Allison Huyett | Art, Bite My Horse, Blessings, DIY, Design, Divination, Do It Yourself, Heron report, Hit Man, My Favorite Things, Photography, Relationships, Walking, Weekend Warrior, architecture, life, photos, psychology, thoughts, to do list, travel, writing | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | No Comments Yet

Eureka-ish, I found it! Sort of.

the ING Direct ball

the ING Direct ball

    Aha!  The photograph turns up! It’s the ING Direct ball that was in the creek during fall and early winter. Note: see archives: January 9.

   The Heron Report: A dearth (not death) of herons lately, none in the cold wave and none in the warm snap. Virtually none seen and one heard, not herd, no colony, no conquistadors, no conversation. Instead of keeping one’s eye on the ball or the herons, one has needed to keep an eye on the underpinnings of the footing.

    The path in January became an icy ribbon topped with Domino confectioner’s 10x snow.  It raised the question: How many footprints has the earth held?

   Sunday the 7:00 a.m. temperature was 47 ° Farenheit on the atomic clock.  A  woman on the trail wore ear muffs so she wouldn’t have to hear herself shriek and chortle at the patches of ice, and could give us the pleasure.

   “You can choose your battles,” said a voice.

February 11, 2009 Posted by Allison Huyett | Heron report, Photography, Walking, photos, writing | , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

My Jedi Knight

  There is no heron report for today and no pictures. The Jedi-cat that has been with me for almost nine years is not feeling very well and we are spending what are probably his last hours trying to keep him comfortable.

   Walked at a different place entirely. The Sudoku re:bus for 12/5 is disjointed. Working the day job too. Mostly it is a sad day even while being thankful for being here.

December 5, 2008 Posted by Allison Huyett | life, writing | , , , , , , , | No Comments Yet