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Patiently….. |
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Wondering… |
What actions can I undertake that might get me out of my all too lovely, but often seemingly confining home, into the fresh air?
How I can I pro-actively change my attitude about the current state of pandemic affairs and my ensuing mental state as a person who lives alone, and is already tired of loneliness?
What might bring joy into my life which has been reduced to self-entertainment?
How can I summon up energy to exercise, when I can barely face the sink full of dirty pots and pans?
Would walking slow me down amply to notice greening and growth amidst last fall’s earth toned decaying detritus.
Can I generate excitement and enthusiasm, maybe even gratitude for an opportunity to walk regularly, even on a gray and showery day, with Cam(era), my new, extremely quiet, but accommodating and willing buddy.
What might I do to help reassure us all, that at the very least, spring has not been canceled.
I recently read that instead of marking four seasons, ancient Japanese expressed the passing of the calendar year as 72 micro-seasons, drawing from subtle shifts of the natural world.
I know and appreciate how quickly the landscape changes now that days are longer and warmer. I also recognize that staying inside is a good way to miss Gaia’s attention to detail during this process.
This all said, I will go on focused, mindful walks with Cam, photographing spring’s gradual evolution, and post my photos on this site, calling the upcoming series Breath of Spring During a Pandemic.
It brings me joy this Grass Sprouts and Trees Bud week to share with you signs of spring, in hopes of making your day just a little bit sweeter.
Of course, feel free to peruse my older posts from 2019 when I did a six month food buying moratorium- empty my larder experiment and blogged about it
| He's so cute when he is not eating edamame from my garden! |
