I found a line I'd written yesterday as I go over files of work papers and I find scribbled poetry on them. They and this writing reminds me of time passing. Who else writes poetry lines in boring meetings? I threw that line out as I was certain I wouldn't need it until I read this and I wonder. What was it about time that was so good? It'll come to me, in some new form. Another great essay with comics art to go with. Thank you!
For sure. When we had that big storm a week or so ago, I was pulling a limb off our roof and a huge eagle flew over me, hovered about 5 feet away from me and watched me toil, as if to say, "Where's that tasty little dog you own? Can I "play" with him?"
This morning all the birds were at and chirping their happy spring songs.
Jason, it's so good that you've found what makes you feel most alive and most like yourself. It seems like that's the best way for your creative voice to make itself heard above the everyday noise of life. I used to love to go to the gym and listen to a special playlist cranked up loud. It was music I *only* listened to during my workouts--like a special treat--that would immediately put me in a certain state of happiness. When the pandemic began and my gym shut down, I switched to hiking outside and looking for new signs of the current microseason. I love it so much, I don't want to exercise indoors anymore. We never know when a poem is going to come to us. I can see you in your car after your rainy walk, dripping wet, scribbling in your notebook!
I found a line I'd written yesterday as I go over files of work papers and I find scribbled poetry on them. They and this writing reminds me of time passing. Who else writes poetry lines in boring meetings? I threw that line out as I was certain I wouldn't need it until I read this and I wonder. What was it about time that was so good? It'll come to me, in some new form. Another great essay with comics art to go with. Thank you!
Thanks for reading! The things we do while distracted in meetings are clues to our hearts, I think.
That’s like a haiku right there! Beautiful image!
Cape Elizabeth, Maine and Paul Stream, Vermont are two stop-time places for me. I stop-time moments in my living room, just looking out the window.
Wonderful places! The magic of looking out the window is something too easy to overlook. Windows are a great tool for happiness
They sure are! Last summer, I planted a sunflower in our garden, so that I could see it from my study window.
I look forward to the book!
Speaking of Birds rivers and eagles, here'a live cam of an eagle's nest that I think you are gonna like.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4-L2nfGcuE
Cool! Thanks for sharing this! Eagles are so amazing; even just sitting in the nest, they mesmerize me.
For sure. When we had that big storm a week or so ago, I was pulling a limb off our roof and a huge eagle flew over me, hovered about 5 feet away from me and watched me toil, as if to say, "Where's that tasty little dog you own? Can I "play" with him?"
This morning all the birds were at and chirping their happy spring songs.
Jason, it's so good that you've found what makes you feel most alive and most like yourself. It seems like that's the best way for your creative voice to make itself heard above the everyday noise of life. I used to love to go to the gym and listen to a special playlist cranked up loud. It was music I *only* listened to during my workouts--like a special treat--that would immediately put me in a certain state of happiness. When the pandemic began and my gym shut down, I switched to hiking outside and looking for new signs of the current microseason. I love it so much, I don't want to exercise indoors anymore. We never know when a poem is going to come to us. I can see you in your car after your rainy walk, dripping wet, scribbling in your notebook!
Thank you, Ann! And I'm glad you find your microseason hikes. Your accounts of them give me so much joy and inspiration!