Augury

Happy morning Travellers,

Today is Thursday for those of you keeping score at home…

Yesterday evening, I planted what I am referring as Phase 2 of my garden. I did my initial early planting, then last night filled it in with more veggies and flowers and lastly will plant some succulents. That is Phase 3. Those are not in stock yet at my local nursery.

And I’m sure by now you are thinking, “yea, yea, garden, blah blah blah, fabulous blah blah blah, happy happy joy joy stupid f*cking bunnies,” BUT really it IS that awesome. Gardening is just SO GOOD. As I was standing in front of my rather humble garden last night, I said out loud to my dog Lou, “THIS is the most wonderful time of the year!!” Not Christmas. Not for me. Right now.

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Life’s little luxuries

Buenos Dias Travellers,

Yesterday afternoon around 3:45 pm, I laid down on my bed. Alone. So quiet. Just laid there. On my back with the windows open. Eyes closed. The weight of my body sinking into the mattress. There was just a whisper of a breeze and the sunlight slinking in the spaces between the curtain panels. The dogs were lying on the floor breathing in a slow rhythm that kept time with the whirl of the ceiling fan. Outside there was an orchestra of birds, some singing, some pecking, some tweeting, and a distant dog barking. It was like the world was lying down for a nap.

It was absolutely luscious in every way. The kind of moment we attempt to replicate again and never quite capture.

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It’s the little things I’m going to miss…

Good afternoon Travellers,

I hope wherever you are the day that has arrived to greet you full of sunshine and warm breezes.  I hope you are well, and that you have found a few simple pleasures to fill your eyes, or ears, or mouths and soul with joy in this rather difficult time of our existence.

I was thinking this morning as I was making my bed about what is this world going to be like without handshakes? Because I can’t see that gesture returning to the fold anytime soon, can you? And I’m not fist bumping or elbow bumping, that just seems like an injury waiting to happen, doesn’t it? And where’s the sincerity with either of those?

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A scoop of Neapolitan

Buenas Tardes Travellers,

Did you ever eat Neapolitan ice cream as a child? As an adult, I can totally see the genius of that idea, 3 flavors in one spoonful. Perfect for those of us who cannot decided what restaurant to eat out no matter how long we debate about it…you know who you are…

Stawberry, vanilla, chocolate.

I never liked it much as a child. I thought those 3 flavors together sounded grossly wrong. I also did not like banana splits. Same reason, too many things mixed together. And you couldn’t separate them very well, no matter how very carefully you tried. There was no dissection technique or distillation that would get the strawberry off the other flavors, was there?

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THIS is the Kobayashi Maru

Boa Noite Travellers,

Yesterday evening,  I experienced a one-two emotional gut punch while perusing my news app. The first was a video in New York City, which showed all the people In their homes applauding medical workers, and anyone who is risking their lives right now to help others. Seeing people on their balconies and at the windows clapping in unison at 7pm just made me cry.

And it reminded me of 9/11. That feeling of helplessness. The feeling you have when you can’t save someone else from their fate. The feeling of how humans can come together so powerfully at times.

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A time to sow

Buona Serata Travellers,

(That’s good evening in Italian…in honor of Italy and Little Italy in NYC.)

This one is  gonna be a little experimental tonight, because why not?

 

I discovered something wonderful today that just made me so… so something I cannot describe with one word….

It’s the feeling that comes with the discovery of new life, it’s hope, optimism, joy, and belief that life always find a way. It all begins again.

It’s a sort of hello that you feel as the corners of your mouth draw back into the most earnest of grins. The toothy kind that comes with a giggle.

It’s the acknowledgment that we are not alone here, not just human here, this is a shared space with other life. We are the caretakers of this place, many lives depend on us.

It’s the warmth of the responsibility to nurture new life in the face of adversity. Because there will be much adversity. There will always be adversity. So we must guard tenderness.

It’s knowing the attempt is worth it. The fruit of your labors may be small, but that size will not matter. Doing and trying something new is a form of magic unlike any other.

It’s the knowing that everything has a beginning, isn’t that the best part, the beginning. It’s the part of our movie reel that we play over and over in our minds when the end has arrived.

It’s sweetness seeping into in every corner of your saddened, tired, hardened soul.

I can feel it’s time now for things to grow again. The best part of the year is now. No viral apocalypse can stop the seasons, the sun will not be denied it’s due seasonal  shift in the skies. Call it a solar reckoning.

What must is be like to begin as a seed? To be buried in the dark, an eventual surrender that cracks you wide open as you reach towards the light of an uncertain world through the smallest crevice…

 

 

Here is what I saw or rather what I am sowing:

 

 

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Look at that little guy…

Now look at this little congregation…

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No matter how many gardens I have planted, this part never gets old. And these are my first seeds, it’s been maybe a week.

We will be okay, do you hear me, my grandma was always right, everything works out in the end. Every time. Right now, we are just in the dark, but look closely, because the light will find a way in, and we will reach…

 

Can you tell me how to get to Normal Street?

Bonsoir Travellers,

I went to work today. Normally that’s not of any particular interest, but when you’re practicing the whole “Stay-Home, 6-feet-apart-Distancing-Dance” it feels oddly noteworthy, doesn’t it?

I’ve been thinking today about what “normal” is in terms of our daily lives and how or when we come to accept a new version of “normal”. Or even how many times in your life can you adapt to a different kind of “normal”…

I’m just gonna rift off some thoughts again so here we go…

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Kneading your needs

Good evening Travellers,

Did you remember today is Monday? This may be the only time in human existence where Mondays have been merely a shoulder shrug in the parade of time without measure. Mondays look a lot different without work and school and well, normal life, don’t they?

I’m gonna go a little free form and throw out some thoughts that have been on my mind today about Need…

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Return to Eden

Buenos Noches Travellers,

It’s early evening here and I’ve had a rather lazy uneventful kind of Sunday, how about you? Outside of chores around the house and a kettle bell work out, the only other great adventure to report is spending time lying on my back patio in the sun after tending to my little sprouting garden. It’s been a beautiful day outside, the birds are singing, the grass is growing and things are budding…You’d never know from the looks of the weather that humanity was in a global free fall.

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Let’s be rational…

Good afternoon Travellers,

Lately, I’m feeling like we are all kids in a car with our parents and we’re on our way to Florida. From Kansas. It’s a long drive, trust me. Dad keeps telling us we’re gonna be there in just a few hours when actually it’s more like days…because he doesn’t want to tell us how long it’s really going to be AND he can’t tell us, “If you don’t stop asking, I’m going to turn this car around…” because we can’t turn back to the world that doesn’t have this virus, can we?

Each day I awake as many do and think, what day is this? I can’t decide if it’s so very freeing or I feel like the Mad Hatter…this early afternoon, the sun is here, The wind is blowing, all the doors and windows are open and I’ve got Louis & Ella playing in the background as I write to you, my fellow humans who are also on this same strange journey…And it’s just as the song says, a lovely day…

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