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Posted on April 20, 2020 2 Comments
Give to airy nothing a local habitation and a name, I quote to kids. They get it, love to write about their Giggling Pig, their Black House Road, Aunt Maud. Maybe, as an exercise, I will unknow the names of things, wait for them to tell me who they are. I named this […]
Posted on April 19, 2020 Leave a Comment
We did everything right today, washed clothes, mopped floors, changed the sheets, baked cookies, listened to the governor be logical and human. We even took a long walk by Tonawanda Creek. I know by now the pink peeled trees are river birches, and that the red-winged blackbird in its branches chirrups to himself. […]
Posted on April 18, 2020 Leave a Comment
I feel for friends in bigger cities who cannot head outside. But, here, cold and population loss mean I am alone on this path today. . To learn means to follow a track, I read. To walk is to learn. I walked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon once and back up, barefoot, […]
Posted on April 17, 2020 Leave a Comment
All of a sudden, I get multiple new offers for life insurance and debt consolidation. I would prefer I didn’t. I prefer that foxes would not stalk the ducks. I prefer the spring snow would melt into the grass. The way is not difficult, I read, for someone without preferences, but I prefer to have […]
Posted on April 16, 2020 Leave a Comment
The quiet today deepens into a nothing that has substance, as when inattention brought me once face to face with a buffalo in the Badlands, or when I stared into my baby’s eyes that first day we were alone. Something was supposed to change today. The fact that I can’t make the […]
Posted on April 15, 2020 Leave a Comment
Today I was the virus spinning fevered what-ifs out of nothing, watching them heat up and multiply. Too much time inside. Around the neighborhood I go to clear my head. Crisp air, fast pace and, finally, sun. I remember a Zen story in which every what-if is met with Is that so? Is […]
Posted on April 14, 2020 Leave a Comment
Steady rain with high wind warning set for later. The near fox holds my gaze just long enough to make her point, then dives under the shed to tend her kits. I have a stack of books almost too good to read and time now to read them […]
Posted on April 13, 2020 2 Comments
Noticing, recording, it’ll wear you down. Today I stopped long enough to dance around the house. Walking is noticing, morning yoga, cooking, the ten thousand things. Dance is when you call the noticer home. Mercy, Mercy Me. Sherry Robbins, April 13, 2020
Posted on April 12, 2020 Leave a Comment
Today is the day, nine years ago, that our friend Cleo was born. Today is the day the Easter Bunny, mixing up his metaphors, delivers eggs. A lucky day, in other words. Today is the day, many years ago, that Tom and I were married. We drove the next day just up the road […]
Posted on April 11, 2020 Leave a Comment
Tom said just now I like being trapped in the here with you. What more can I say about this man? We aren’t really trapped, just waiting for New York to call me back on their new call-you-back solution to a logjam of the unemployed. It’s not a pretty day, gray solemn sky, […]
Sherry Robbins 