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Posted on May 21, 2020 Leave a Comment
Social Isolation: Day 64 This is what it felt like to be twelve two months into spring a self forming out of new leaves, out of a loneliness with muscle, a bruising beauty. Neti neti the sages say— not this not this— subtraction building bone, building a home in me, […]
Posted on May 20, 2020 1 Comment
Warm air seeps up from the south into our isolation. I want to stay like this. How many friends have said they want to stay like this, still, open to the little variations in light, in bird song, pollen drift, in humans with their uncut hair, sleeping later, sleeping less, their dreams? How many have […]
Posted on May 16, 2020 Leave a Comment
Birdsong ramps up today to an impossible complexity it draws me out, around the sinuous curves of the creek, through swirling clouds of apple blossom and into what is meant to be the school playing fields, empty now but for someone, sixteen, risking everything to make out behind the bleachers with another someone, and […]
Posted on May 7, 2020 2 Comments
Memories both dark and light grow new skin these days, take on my fierce reeducation. Strawberry moon sets fat and full. Granddaughter by now hears every sound from the ocean of her mother’s womb. We are never isolated. I think I will stop here with a thank you for it all and for the breath […]
Posted on May 6, 2020 Leave a Comment
Bright sun today. Bird shadows weave across the sloping acre in front of my back window, calling up that Neil Young song, Helpless. Helpless in a good way, emptied out by beauty, by big birds, by rising moons, a Northern sky, by change. Everything is different now. Everything is emptied out but love. […]
Posted on May 5, 2020 Leave a Comment
Sun breaks through and that’s all it should take to turn a mood around. Who am I these days? Agatha Christie. Jigsaw puzzles. Cats of Instagram. It’s May and I can still imagine Pan-piped music in my head and limbs, still follow it into deeper woods, scare up a different kind of trouble there […]
Posted on May 4, 2020 Leave a Comment
Artpark today. Tom’s never been, so as we walk the grounds I tell him I saw Martha Graham here, too old to dance but when the final curtain parted there she stood, an apparition. One slight bow, then gone. And heard Aaron Neville’s sweet voice, I was born by the river, and corralled the folk-dance […]
Posted on May 3, 2020 1 Comment
We have to get away from viral news each day, rediscover our backyards and who we are when we aren’t anxious. Today we tramp a trail through woods and down a muddy hill to see the eternal flame behind Eternal Flame Falls. Everyone here makes the trek once in life. Today is our turn. […]
Posted on May 2, 2020 2 Comments
May Day. May Day. This is a day we used to dance around Maypoles, jump fires, weave flowers into each other’s hair. This is a day nuns taught us (priests didn’t like it) to build May altars in our homes. O, Mary, we crown thee with blossoms today. Mayday. A call for help. […]
Posted on May 1, 2020 Leave a Comment
An all-day rain stretches all down the East coast today, no storm, just rain, steady, gentle, greening already electric green grass, green leaves. dropping patterns into pools that look like conversations. This is not a day for long walks, not a day for briefings. This is a day to watch the robin, fluffed out […]
Sherry Robbins 