Walking helps the weeping. Springtime brings a little something new to notice each day. Mostly I'm swept up in that touch of green-gold on just-budding leaves. Typically halfway into my walk around the lake endorphins kick in. My gaze shifts from the ground to the trees and sky. Nests show … [Read more...] about Walking Waiting Worrying Weeping: my corona diaries
Isn’t it just like February?
It hits me every year, just as January rolls into February: the shift in daylight, so incremental until it's suddenly noticeable, particularly around sunset. Groundhog aside, all you need is to pay attention to the light to know spring is on its way. Of all the months in the year, February … [Read more...] about Isn’t it just like February?
Trees. Bees. A flirting bird.
As morning rituals go, sipping coffee and reading are a constant, sometimes following meditation, sometimes a meditation of its own. Autumn and winter I have my indoor perch. Springtime and summer find me on my deck. This week has me caught up in The Quantum and the Lotus, as perfect a follow-up as … [Read more...] about Trees. Bees. A flirting bird.
And the seasons they go ’round and ’round . . .
The month of April is playing tricks on me. No sooner do I shed the fleece jacket for a morning walk one day, a sweatshirt all I need, than I find myself putting it on again the next day. Expectation really resists being defied. Okay, so the groundhog screwed up, promising an early spring; … [Read more...] about And the seasons they go ’round and ’round . . .