February 19, 2021

It has been snowing for hours with hardly any accumulation. Just a gentle continuous drifty fall. Pretty to look at, easy to walk in. My schedule is getting tied in knots– not sure how. I mean, aren’t we locked in isolation? But it seems there’s lots of business and keeping-in-touch to do online, which is time consuming but needed to keep pushing life onward. At the end of each day I find I still have an array of tasks on the to-do list, things I have to push past or push aside to get back to the creative part of this life in solitude.

February 18, 2021

Snow arrives, and I drive south through it for a doctor’s appointment. Never my favorite activity. Returning home it appears the storm is slow in its move north, so I squeeze in a walk through a light flurry of snowflakes. I am thankful that our weather appears fairly normal for February, making us a rarity in the country this week.

week 643 ~ woman who lives at the edge of the world

woman who lives at the edge of the world
at the end of time the mother of all
who have lost their way forward hear my call
as I stumble my destination twirled
in the claws of defeat unraveling
while I wait and grow old without solace
no sheltering harbor here or safe place
to rest or hold fast always traveling
in circles asking why I can’t break through
grabbing hold of my own inner wildness
fighting to eradicate spurious
references to expectations to do
what I do well do best is all I ask
some opportunity outside this mask

February 17, 2021

A blue sky day! A couple of friends drop by to pick up things so I get some short chilly face-to-face chats. And finally we get P’s 90-year-old dad his first vaccination. Small good things to lift the spirit in these bleak days of isolation.

February 16, 2021

Walking my neighborhood in the snow.

February 15, 2021

Somehow I love this simple photo– from our walk yesterday. The cold continues, but we in New England are more fortunate than some. And more used to snowy winters.

February 14, 2021

Well it’s Valentine’s Day, and gloomy grey, so some sort of celebration is in order. For us it involves a drive, and crossing a snowfield to stroll on the beach. It’s cold but not windy, and looking out toward the horizon always lifts my spirits. Home to a lovely dinner by the fire. Maybe not traditionally pink and chocolate, but a great day.

February 13, 2021

A family evening zoom brings conversation and laughter. I am happy and safe at home, but lately the walls seem to be crowding in, so the energy a sudden crowd of family, even if only on my computer, brightens an otherwise bleak day, where truth is felled by politics.

February 12, 2021

They try, our Impeachment managers, to find a crack for truth to squeeze through. But the static of lies so distorts the “case” that it gives cover to those who have decided to look away.

February 11, 2021

We walk in snow. We watch the impeachment trial with sorrow. We are no closer to a vaccine shot in our little state, although my siblings have all persevered and succeeded in their various states. We walk in snow. We hope in isolation. We play music that only we will hear.