There’s a line by John Clare that I adore — I love John Clare; I revere him — “Poets love nature and themselves are love.” And I believe that with all my heart. And part of writing is adoration. For me, celebrating the wildflowers or the birds is like a kind of worship.
~ Michael Longley, in an interview with Krista Tippet, On Being (2016)
Well, here I am again. Another modem has been hooked up and programmed and allowed to do whatever it is modems do. I think we had it up and running within an hour or two of it being delivered to the house today. Thank you, UPS. I know you’ve had to travel out this way a lot lately, and I truly appreciate it. A thank you to the USPS and FedEx while I’m at it. We’ve had more things delivered over this past year than we usually do in any given year. Maybe more than we’ve had delivered in the almost eight years we’ve lived in this place.
I don’t really remember where we left off. It seems long ago. It wasn’t, not really. It was, however, another season ago. The Spring Equinox had not yet arrived. The crocuses were just finishing up and the daffodils were on the verge of being their full daffodil selves. My last post was more of a complaint than an update on life. Thank you to everyone, for the helpful comments and hints and advice on how to go backwards to the old editor. I’m there now. Moving forward will happen eventually. Not today.
Change is uncomfortable. Sometimes hard. I can’t honestly say that I adapt immediately and well to change, but adapt I do. There are times and areas where it can be nice to go backwards, to stay within the known and comfortable. I wanted blogging to be that way, to never change. That’s impossible, of course. The only writing I do that doesn’t change in terms of the physicality is when I put pen to paper, and only because it’s still pen and paper. The pens change, the papers change, the journals fill up and change, the words change, but the physical act remains the same. The only difference in editors and formatting is what’s going on inside my head. No waiting for uploads and updates (although sometimes it seems like that is exactly what I’m waiting for when faced with the blank page — an upload or update from above or from the muse or from somewhere that feels outside of me).
I’m going to keep this short. Rain and storms are on the way and it’s best to shut things down when there’s a chance of thunderstorms. The satellite connection doesn’t work during heavy rain and cloud cover, anyhow.
Thank you so much for visiting with me today. We are not likely to see much of a sunset today. It’s scheduled for 7:25 PM. If it’s not raining, I’ll meet you out at the Point. I haven’t been there in a while. Maybe we’ll get lucky between the passing storms and sunset will treat us to a show. It’s warm (70’s), but you might want to wear a rain jacket. Just in case.
Please be safe, be well, and be kind. ♥ Take care.
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 1.741) Each and every one of you. Thank you. 1,742) Raindrops on redbuds. 1,743) The brilliant yellow of the forsythia this year. 1,744) Chickpea salad sandwiches and pasta salad for dinner tonight. 1,745) Getting ready to travel. Taking the slow approach has me appreciating the pre-trip preparations in ways I usually don’t notice when I’m rushing around like a chicken with her head cut off. (I’m not sure I like that saying. I wonder why I use it?)