The National park is just 7.8 kilometers from Astroport Ranthambore. When you arrive at the park you can take a safari and see around the Park. The Park is celebrated for the faunas like the Tigers, Leopards, Striped Hyenas, Sambar deer, Chital, Nilgai, Common or Hanuman langurs, Common Palm Civets or Toddy Cat, Common Yellow Bats, Macaques, Jackals, Jungle cats, Caracals, Sloth bears, Blackbucks, Rufous-tailed Hare, Indian Wild Boar, Chinkara, Desert Cats, Five striped Palm Squirrels, Long-eared Hedgehogs, Ratels, Small Indian Mongoose, Small Indian Civets, Indian False Vampires, Indian Flying Foxes, Indian Foxes, Indian Gerbilles, Indian Mole Rats, Indian Porcupines, and Common mongoose. Different types of reptiles are likewise found in this park.

Ranthambore is quite possibly the most pursued spots to see tigers. Seeing them in their characteristic territory is inside and out an unexpected involvement with comparison to seeing them confined. They don’t look scared, yet they look savage. They look great. There are additionally an assortment of birds you will discover there like, Brahminy Starling, Oriental White Ibis, Wooly-Necked-Stork, River Tern, Indian Scops - owl, Large Gray Babbler, Purple Heron, Hoopoe, Greater Coucal, Indian Pond-heron, Rufous Treepie, Black Drongo, Ruddy Shelduck, Bar-headed goose, Peacock, Brown stone, Red-wattled Lapwing, Purple Sunbird, Gray Francolin, and Baya Weaver.

                   The Adventure Hunter I am…..4

I am the hearth tender as the sun dips into the horizon, I am the lover of the flame as it wavers. I gain a fever of power when the fire pops and cracks. The sparks as the fly to the starts makes me want to fly with them.

I am the walker of shops and markets of spices and herbs. I have been blessed to walk the spice markets of Cairo. The scents and colors enchant my soul, even if I know most of them will not do my pallet any good. Jars packed full and baskets spice laidened, I love its all.

I am the harvest gatherer, helping the farmers take what they planted, filling up barns with hay bails, and baskets filled with fruits and veggies, tubers and gourds, shrooms and stalks. Herbs and spices. Knowing soon enough, in some other form, they will be in my belly.  

I am the explore of shops of books, wanderer of libraries and the raveller of scrolls. I am the story reader, the scribe and the librarian, I amd the student and the teacher. Leather bound booths are a jo to open and I find old maps  so much fun to unravel. 

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Muscleheads 🙄

At a diner in St. Augustine, Danica meets a beautiful and mysterious boy who literally takes her breath away. She feels the connection, but is something more going on?

                          The Adventure Hunter I am…..3

I am the walker of open fields and meadows, basking in the sun. I walk with the rabbits and mouse and run with the crows in flight at my side. The tall grass brushed my side and the grains wave as I pass on by. The lavender and the corn flower scent the air and bless my lungs

 I am the explorer of ruins with a fascination of ancient times, I brush my hands around frescos and friezes, stick my nose in pottery and admire the sculptures and civilizations gone by, Walking through agoras and Acropolis and have dug in ancient sacred sanctuaries with my classmates, also adventure hunters

I am the bow string puller, the fletcher and the wild wood ranger, clad in earthen colors, carrying blade and bow. I am the defender and watcher of the woods, the guardian of glades and the champion of the trees

I am the lurkers of the bottoms, the trudger through the mud, the lover of salamanders. The trog’s croaks silence as I pass by and the tortles started at me, knowing I am the odd man out. Mud cakes my boots and splats against my gear, making me a brethren of the boggy realm

                                The Adventure Hunter I am…..2

I am the Winter Wanderer, that walks through the snow, lookin for shelter while admiring the cold change of the landscape all around me. And though the mountains are snow capped, the trees are barren and the rivers frozen hard, its still a magickal world I wander

I am the cook and the baker, finding a world of wonder of the foods I make: Bread and cakes, stews and steaks. Be they made in a rustic oven or any open fire, I make these foods with love, so that MAYBE some day I can break these breads with a fellow Hunter

I am the Village Wanderer. The more rustic the better. I am enchanted with courtyards of vendors, oddities shops and streets that wander twist and turn. I find fun and magick in finding an obscure shop on and odd street, shopped them and at night even danced in them.  

I am the swimmer in the sea depths. I am enchanted in the watery world and its denizens. The creek craw-dad, the dolphin, otter and the sea turtle call to me and I find I am called back their often

The Adventure Hunter I am…..1

While I may still not understand all this ‘core’ stuff, I know indeed I am an Adventure Hunter. As such, I venture in body, mind, soul and spirit into so many places and realms, due to my vast number of interest.

I am the “Night Walker” and “Moon Gazer” who looks to the night sky for peace, answers and wisdom. I bask in the bright moon glow of Morrighynn’s light and connect the stars. I try to catch a comet with my hands and wish upon the first night star

I am the cavern dweller, having been able to explore a few safe ones with friends. I have walked into the stone tunnels of the Umbra, then passages to the next world where maybe ancestors have dwelt.

I am the walked and runner of the forests and the climber of trees. This fast green and brown column temple of the wild I call my home. This place where I explore and want to be so much a part of. The trees, they are my brothers and sisters. They talk to me.

I and the worker of the plow and protector, the chicken whisperer, the goat chaser, the sheep wrangler, the turkey raiser and horse rider. The farm is my fun, my food and my fondness. (Chickens are my own. Rogue is the semi gold one in the flock, she is the flock matriarch)

What Glows Around

A warm yellow orange glow

bubbles me up

in its soft, humble padding

through therapy.

My Lifeforce

My Healer

I’m a fucking huge yellow dreamer

of goodness and sadness and growth.

Reaching out with timid hands to try to

hold

on

to fickle fits and

starts of concentration and looping healing

through shifting sand

castles of remembrance.

There is joy in the building

beautiful inevitability in the reclaimation

of yellow orange shapes by

the washing of time.

I lie in my hug bubble

peaceful separation

defiant self care

under the flickering light of my mind.

I didn’t have much time this week to chart up a new route, but saw that Stuart Taylor ran this course in the Calero County Park trails with a short segment in Almaden. Made my decision easy, especially since I’ve never ran these trails before. Here’s my Strava Activity: Calero County

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UK 1983

Yesterday was rainy. I stayed in bed all day and binge watched all the avengers movies. They were good. Age of Ultron through endgame. I like marvel movies but for some reason I wasn’t into the avengers. It made WANDAVISION make a hell of a lot more sense 🤪. It’s funny I remembered the movies, I watched them all banged up in the plane to and from the 9 hour ride to Barcelona. Between watching Moana over and over which they called Vienna 🤔. Copywriter or whatever. I was actually hungover, I had 1 beer, I hard kombucha and 1 hard cider…so the gluten sugar sugar kicked my ass. Not the alcohol. I should’ve known better. Lesson learned.

Today was wet but not rainy. It was T-shirt weather. Porter and I Did a river walk for a couple miles and then when we got home I went for a very short run. You know what’s fucked up is the dogs don’t have to be on leashes in Franklin County which is where mom lives. So while I was running I would run into stray dogs and have to stop and hope they don’t fucking tear me to shreds. It’s scary to be honest. I’ll be running with my oc.

I ran mom to Walmart later and we went to Sally’s where I called Brittany because my hair is also dry and she asked if mom had well water and I said yes and she said that’s why so I got some hair dye to dye my hair silver again and then some heavy duty moisturizer to keep my hair healthy. And then we came home and it’s been pretty lazy so lazy Saturday I don’t hate it. I got some serious FaceTime with my favorite person in the whole world so that makes me homesick but also makes me happy so I guess it’s a healthy balance.

Only not so lazy because I walked and ran 😎.

Time has ripples too

WRITING WEDNESDAYS

TEACHER SATURDAYS

Woman in the Moon / Frau im Mond (1929, Fritz Lang)

2/27/21