In spite of green and flowering times, a cold, ill wind blows.
Sirens blare and we shelter. In place.
Each day I attempt to outrun this wind, to no avail. She catches up by late afternoon. Daily.
One foot in front of another, I write, paint, play, plant.
I listen to the wind. The lessons we must certainly learn from these times, yet likely won’t.
I wonder if I will ever get to my places again. To Taos, the west of Ireland, Guatemala. (I will walk to Maine if needed, eventually.) Flying could be tricky from here on out. We are in changed times. I try to be open to what needs to happen from here. I know there will be choices.
Yet there is much hope in the world, though it’s hard to find it on a windy day. I find that merely being in my body properly (something I’ve worked decades to achieve) is difficult some days just now in this time with its fear and uncertainty so familiar in my bones.
The wind howls outside.
A bard of the ages is lost to us this week; one who was the soundtrack to our era and many others as well. I wept at his passing and wish for his loved ones to know a gentle grief if at all possible.
Tomorrow I am told a delivery will occur.
The makings of a boundary here. To cordon off a bit of our small yard to keep for ourselves, away from the voracious overpopulation of deer. I’ve lain awake at night worrying over this deer fence, about its placement, its date of arrival (will it come soon enough for us to get our tomatoes in?!).
I know it’s not about the fence.
Perhaps I can carve a small safe place in the confines of this new garden bed. A place where I might leave my worries at the gate and tend to hopeful things there.
And there are hopeful things.
I keep on with the pipes. (If you missed it, I made a little video):
I’m working with Seattle based musician and song-writer Alex Sturbaum to create some art work in support of his latest album project which is appropriately called Loomings. His songs are timeless. A new bard for the ages.
A big box of really nice paper in a larger-than-I-am-accustomed-to size arrived just the other day and I hope to continue to explore the world of gouache painting. In discovering this new medium I have found a way to take painting on the road without all the solvents involved in oils.
Yet now I wonder if the road will still be there when this is all over.
I try not to think too far ahead. Some days I am not even sure what day it is. I just run. Doing my best to stay ahead of it all.