On days when I feel the pull\u00a0
to write\u00a0
but have not\u00a0f\u0336o\u0336u\u0336n\u0336d\u0336 , strike that\u00a0– made\u00a0\u00a0
the time\u00a0
I find, I get little else accomplished\u00a0
my head feels a bit muddled with the words\u00a0
I have not properly\u00a0\u00a0
divvied out\u00a0
a symphony of sorts not yet\u00a0
rendered\u00a0
thoughts floating through thoughts\u00a0
latches left\u00a0
open\u00a0
words and phrases run amok\u00a0
a mild frustration of plans until I have\u00a0\u00a0
properly sat\u00a0
and\u00a0\u00a0
begun\u00a0
for a brief time today, I am alone in the house\u00a0
a feeling I haven\u2019t had much\u00a0
since the beginning of all of this\u00a0
lockdown business\u00a0
feels\u00a0quite luxurious and\u00a0
comforting\u00a0
a chance to get some thoughts together\u00a0
to stretch myself\u00a0
out a bit <\/p>\n\n\n\n
August feels, ok in the garden
where today the oppressive heat has broken\u00a0
and a succession of thundershower-y days have gladly given over\u00a0
to sunshine and blue skies\u00a0
where a season’s wane\u00a0
feels less\u00a0ominous\u00a0
and a fluctuation in hormones\u00a0
finds a gentler rhythm\u00a0
where a brief lamenting of things to be lost\u00a0
missed or unfinished\u00a0
gives way to ideas and plans for next year’s\u00a0\u00a0
offerings\u00a0
not to say that this year\u2019s glories have left me\u00a0
there is still much\u00a0colour\u00a0and liveliness to behold\u00a0
but the hard pummeling rains have beaten some things down\u00a0
rather low\u00a0
that now will require a harsher\u00a0
cutting back\u00a0
\u00a0
the roses have been fantastic this year\u00a0
where each one is still producing an amazing array of buds\u00a0
yet to bloom\u00a0
the fish have been quite pleased with the wet weather\u00a0
and our perpetual tadpoles are still happily\u00a0
swishing around\u00a0
the butterflies and bees have been quite prolific\u00a0
and the wilding nature of my surroundings\u00a0
continues to bring\u00a0great\u00a0\u00a0
unbounding\u00a0
joy\u00a0
the addition of more\u00a0neighbours\u00a0to one side has been rather\u00a0
bothersome to my\u00a0\u00a0
tranquility\u00a0
however, as we have yet to acquire\u00a0
our dreamed of place in the country\u00a0
the\u00a0neighbours\u00a0we do have\u00a0
are for the most part\u00a0
no real bother\u00a0
at all\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
what I thought I would tell you about today was\u00a0 through\u00a0 On days when I feel the pull\u00a0to write\u00a0but have not\u00a0f\u0336o\u0336u\u0336n\u0336d\u0336 , strike that\u00a0– made\u00a0\u00a0the time\u00a0I find, I get little else accomplished\u00a0my head feels a bit muddled with the words\u00a0I have not properly\u00a0\u00a0divvied out\u00a0a symphony of sorts not yet\u00a0rendered\u00a0thoughts floating through…
how very much I value love\u00a0
and kindness\u00a0
and how very important it feels\u00a0
at this time…\u00a0 and always,\u00a0
to try and put something good in to the world\u00a0
yesterday\u00a0\u00a0
I read this\u00a0
from the wonderful\u00a0Elissa Altman, written on the legacy and loss of\u00a0Nanci\u00a0Griffith\u00a0
\u00a0
“I maintain that every human has storytelling in their heart.\u00a0 The medium may change: some of us are writers and others visual artists.\u00a0 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.”\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>
\u00a0
I quite quickly scribbled it down\u00a0\u00a0
how very grateful I am to feel this kind of connection\u00a0
\u00a0
much gratitude swells, to the lovely Allison Moorer\u00a0
through whom\u00a0
I discovered Elissa Altman\u00a0\u00a0
and through \u00a0\u00a0
words, wisdom and heart\u00a0
I recognized\u00a0
the connection to quiet stories\u00a0
the important nothings as Jane Austen said\u00a0
the everyday kindnesses\u00a0
of noticing life\u00a0
and\u00a0\u00a0
of\u00a0\u00a0
loving it as best we can\u00a0
as best\u00a0\u00a0
we are able\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the\u00a0
seasons\u00a0\u00a0\u2665<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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