"Small and nearby..."
This is something Sam said to me in an email. It resonates. Humor, spirit and body are in need of repair. It's too easy to forget or take forgranted our individual good fortune. Plus in times like this it makes me feel a little selfish and trivial, when so much of the rest of the world is suffering. But how can we muster our energy to fight the big battles that lay ahead if we don't keep ourselves in good repair? In light of this question, Lucy and I set out in search of close truth and beauty. Here is our report:
Lucy eagerly awaits walk
it's cool and sunny this morning
the south ridge as we walk along the
trail up to the knob
does anyone know what this bush is? I think
its some part of the daisy family, they look like
little sunflowers...they cover the open spots of
the knob, and this morning HUNDREDS of
goldfinches were amongst them, it was like a
open parakeet aviary
"where ya been?" kiki meets us on the way back
home in the trees at the top of the hill
Izzydoodle chose to stay home wrapped in her blanket,
she'll go for the evening walk when its warmed up.
my favorite painting, hanging in our hallway. It's by
my friend Charlotte...I traded sculpture for it, I think
i got the better end of the deal, but she is very
gracious and encouraging...
other stuff that wouldn't sit still for pictures this morning: hummingbirds, swallowtail butterflies, a talkative Kootie cat, and a chipmunk stuffing its cheeks.
The rest of the day: a trip to the dump, washing doggies, sitting quietly in the sun. I wrote letters and emails this morning, and now need to unplug, for a while.
Be nice to people. Have faith in something. And look for the good stuff to feed your soul. We need it to balance all the bad swirling around us.
11:51:22 AM 
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