Once a day walks seem to be getting longer and longer, I have noticed the smell of blossom this year seems stronger, the sounds more exquisite and our silences more comfortable.
So I have been inside for three weeks now, as most of you have too. Keeping myself busy and upbeat is easier on some days than others, as we worry and make the best of things. Baking, making and thinking, reading poetry and experiencing the eerie silence at night. I sleep restlessly, listless in and out of strange dreams and wakefull moments, wake again and meditate, laugh at shared jokes and wonder what to teach today?
Here is a slightly acerbic poem I wrote recently, but most of the time I am calm.
my lungs are breathing in your bullshit
the waning of your efficacy stimulates the bleeding from my brain that you facilitate
leaning into you, looking closely
lotus leaves no longer unfurl
never revealing beauty
beauty comes from care, leaking effluent over my floor sullies future trust
The below images are from the once a day exercise for me and the dog.