On days when I feel the pull
to write
but have not f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ , strike that – made
the time
I find, I get little else accomplished
my head feels a bit muddled with the words
I have not properly
divvied out
a symphony of sorts not yet
rendered
thoughts floating through thoughts
latches left
open
words and phrases run amok
a mild frustration of plans until I have
properly sat
and
begun
for a brief time today, I am alone in the house
a feeling I haven’t had much
since the beginning of all of this
lockdown business
feels quite luxurious and
comforting
a chance to get some thoughts together
to stretch myself
out a bit
August feels, ok in the garden
where today the oppressive heat has broken
and a succession of thundershower-y days have gladly given over
to sunshine and blue skies
where a season’s wane
feels less ominous
and a fluctuation in hormones
finds a gentler rhythm
where a brief lamenting of things to be lost
missed or unfinished
gives way to ideas and plans for next year’s
offerings
not to say that this year’s glories have left me
there is still much colour and liveliness to behold
but the hard pummeling rains have beaten some things down
rather low
that now will require a harsher
cutting back
the roses have been fantastic this year
where each one is still producing an amazing array of buds
yet to bloom
the fish have been quite pleased with the wet weather
and our perpetual tadpoles are still happily
swishing around
the butterflies and bees have been quite prolific
and the wilding nature of my surroundings
continues to bring great
unbounding
joy
the addition of more neighbours to one side has been rather
bothersome to my
tranquility
however, as we have yet to acquire
our dreamed of place in the country
the neighbours we do have
are for the most part
no real bother
at all
what I thought I would tell you about today was
how very much I value love
and kindness
and how very important it feels
at this time… and always,
to try and put something good in to the world
yesterday
I read this
from the wonderful Elissa Altman, written on the legacy and loss of Nanci Griffith
“I maintain that every human has storytelling in their heart. The medium may change: some of us are writers and others visual artists. The human ear knows though when it’s being fooled, and in a world that prizes exceptionalism, it’s the quiet stories that provide a foundation to connect us to each other.”
I quite quickly scribbled it down
how very grateful I am to feel this kind of connection
much gratitude swells, to the lovely Allison Moorer
through whom
I discovered Elissa Altman
and through
words, wisdom and heart
I recognized
the connection to quiet stories
the important nothings as Jane Austen said
the everyday kindnesses
of noticing life
and
of
loving it as best we can
as best
we are able
through
the
seasons ♥