Social Isolation: Day 10
From a Zen Master: we don’t move toward things. Things move toward us so that we might know ourselves. Real sun today. Real warmth. More of us in the park, but it’s a big park. Rounding the back end of it I veer off into the grass, make way for a frisbee golfer and his very pregnant friend. She cranks up the music, Birds of a feather are flocking outside. He flings his disk. Actual birds make all the music needed. There is an hour most days when I imagine fever. I make my plans and then the symptoms disappear. There are hours most days, and this is one, that open into joy. —birdsong, tree buds, ripples in the creek— and, yes, I believe this, something human toward which they move. S. Robbins, March 27, 2018
Sherry Robbins 