Three. A number favored as much by art as by science: primary colors, points required to locate an object in space, notes to form a musical chord. Three points of a triangle, the first geometrical figure. Incontrovertible fact: two straight lines cannot enclose a space. The points of a triangle may move, shift allegiance, the distance between two disappear as they draw away from the third, but together they always define a triangle. Self-contained, real, complete.
~ Kate Morton, The House at Riverton
Love has you. Love is you. Love alone, and your deep need for love, recognizes love everywhere else. Remember that you already are what you are seeking.
~ from Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditation
The prompt for today (Susannah Conway’s April Love 2020) is: Triangle. I was going to draw something, maybe incorporate a triangle into a mandala. On my sunrise walk I noticed the top to the playhouse that the previous owners of the ranch left behind and decided that would do. It’s leaning against the garage. A nor’easter that blew through here one winter, a year or two ago, took the playhouse apart. We left it disassembled, thinking we’d take it out for our grandsons to use when we went out there over spring break, a trip that we had to cancel for obvious reasons.
This is day 6 of the self-care challenge. My numbers went wacko sometime during the week, but that’s okay. I’ve got them straightened out for now. I’m sure it will happen again. The days are somewhat confusing with our schedules disrupted.
How are you? How are you tending to your own self-care?
I took a couple of walks today, and went for a bicycle ride to the Point. It’s too beautiful to spend the day indoors. I probably should have spent some time gardening but it’s a little like the housework in that I can’t seem to focus and get myself to do these things. Not that the house is becoming terribly shabby. I keep up with the daily stuff. It’s the spring cleaning that isn’t getting done (or even started) yet. I contemplate it, but that’s as far as it goes. I have a pretty good feeling that I will get to it soon.
I am starting to return to my daily rhythm, or at least something resembling it. Waking early, watching the sunrise (sometimes taking a short walk outside as I do so), yoga and meditation practices, Morning Pages. It’s this rhythm that makes me think that I’ll get to what I need to get to as time goes on.
A little something: A Complete Guide To Actually Getting Somewhere With Meditation from David at Raptitude. No registration or email address required. Some interesting reading and instructions, plus David provides a few links for books and websites that might also be helpful.
Some C-19 observations:
- Spring seems more precious this year, more beautiful, more exuberant. Perhaps I feel the same way every year but I’m noticing it more this year.
- The birds seem more boisterous. Almost as if they’re celebrating the quieting of the humans.
- Speaking of birds, a large flock of laughing gulls flew overhead at sunrise this morning. It was awesome. The return of the laughing gulls is our big signal that spring has arrived.
- I am hyper-aware of my hands and what they touch. I wipe things down. I wash my hands a lot. I try to keep them away from my face. If you wear glasses, you might know how difficult it can be not to be reaching up towards the face to adjust the glasses on a regular basis.
- I am seriously considering taking the clippers to my hair and giving myself a Marine-style haircut. It will grow back eventually, right?
- I am not seriously considering shaving off my hair, but it is bothering me. My bangs hang down into my eyes (a feature that also brings my hands up towards my face), and this baby fine hair I was gifted with was never meant to be long. Instead of shaving my head, I colored my hair hot pink (with shampoo-in color).
- Today is another day 1 of self-isolation. Our shopping trip yesterday restarted the clock, so to speak.
- My emotions keep recycling. It’s as if they are on a loop. Anxiety, anger, sadness, acceptance, calm, and oh, hello, there’s anxiety again.
- A good cry is incredibly cleansing. Try it sometime.
- The trees don’t seem to mind if I’m singing or crying, talking or laughing, or just being still with them.
- We currently have only one (officially reported) person infected with the virus in our county. 13, the last time I checked, on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. The state of Maryland as a whole has had a couple of surges in the past few days bringing our current state total to 775 (with 5 deaths). Virginia, below us, currently has 606 reported cases with 15 deaths. Delaware, above us, has 143 cases (1 death). (For those who don’t know, the Eastern Shore of Maryland is part of the Delmarva Peninsula (that’s really an island but that’s another story). Delmarva is a combination of DELaware, MARyland, and VirginiA, the three states that claim land on the peninsula (that’s really an island).)
- I keep an eye on Ohio, too, but that’s enough numbers for one day.
The reason I am showing you an old photo is because it is the only “before” picture I could find of the old pool pump we found in the marsh. Those of you who have been following me since I moved to the Eastern Shore (and this blog) might remember that this place — the land, the house — was trashed. Literally. Every late fall, winter, and early spring we find more rubbish that has been discarded in the woods or the marsh. Anyhow. This is not a particularly good picture of the pump, but it gives you some idea of what we started with when we began our art project. Here is what we made of the pump:
When I say/write “we,” I should be saying/writing “M.” He did most of the work. My main contribution was the idea. When I first saw the pump, I said, right away, that it would make a great Minion. The shape was perfect for it. I helped with some input on facial features and the choice of which minion we should use (this is Bob). M did the scrubbing and taping and painting. He’s better with a paint brush and spray paint than I am, and I think he really enjoyed working on it. The best part was sending videos to the Little Wookie and Little Peanut, and having them guess what it was going to be during various stages of the project.
On that happy note, I should end this missive before it becomes a tome. Thank you so very much for stopping by. I appreciate your company. Let’s head out to the Point for sunset this evening, maintaining the appropriate physical distancing of course. Sunset is at 7:22 PM. It’s warm today. In the 70’s warm. A light jacket will do to keep you comfortable. Clouds have been moving in this afternoon. We might not see much but it will still be nice to be out where the air smells fresh and good and almost of the sea.
Be well, be safe. ♥♥♥
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 1,306) Connections with nature, with people, with life. 1,307) All of the people on the front lines of this who are working so hard to keep the rest of us safe and well and supplied with what we need to get through to the other side. May they be safe. May they be healthy, and provided with many moments of joy to help see them through. 1,308) Spring days. 1,309) Oak tree tassels. 1,310) Video conversations with family, friends, community, and teachers.