Month: March 2021

  • The weather was beautiful today.

    I went out for a three mile walk in the heat of the sun, and there was a warm breeze over everything. It was lovely.

    I also found time to take the Hammock outside and string it up between two trees. I curled up there for maybe a half an hour. I didn’t sleep, but I almost did. It was lovely.

    My eyelids are a tad sunburned. They’re cranking, just a little pink.

    Tonight I am sleeping with my window open for the first time since October.

    Tomorrow is supposed to be even more lovely than today was. In spite of all of the school things, I’m looking forward to it.

    Maybe this is only a false Spring. A now-you-see-me, now-you-don’t March parade of days that are only going to fade back into the cold again.

    But whatever this is, whatever it’s been, it has lifted my spirits.

    And small green shoots poking through the ground speak to hope of warmer days, coming. Barefoot days, campfire days, days spent out on the water or up in the trees.

    It has been too long.

    I hope it’s a good night and I love you.

  • This morning my dad and I sat at the kitchen table and sipped coffee and finally watched the videos of Perseverance landing on Mars. We both teared up at the end when the folks at NASA were jumping up and down and cheering and crying and hugging and it was a good time.

    I am more than peripherally aware of this kind of thing right now because I’m taking an Astronomy class from a professor who is absolutely head over heels in love with his subject, who wants to share that feeling of wonder with each of his students. It’s kind of lovely to see.

    Studying things that scientists know about space and galaxies and stars does more for me than just offer perspective. I think that the things I’m learning are beautiful. Every little detail is so neat that it’s actually charming.

    The light that reaches the earth today was formed in the heart of the sun about a million years ago. It takes a million years for the gamma rays, born when hydrogen smashes together to form helium and matter is converted into energy, to make it from the middle of the sun out the edges. Once the gamma rays make it to the edge, they’ve lost some of their energy and aren’t as dangerous for life. It takes about eight minutes for this light to travel – as fast as anything in the universe can travel – from the sun to the earth, and by the time it reaches us, the atmosphere around the earth has made the light that reaches us safe for life to continue to thrive.

    But the light that rains down on the earth today was born about a million years ago and I think that this is beautiful.

    Light is old.

    Learning about the universe feels like getting to know a person, a person with lots of little interesting quirks and dark places and vast swaths of secrets they haven’t told anybody yet. But the universe might tell her secrets, one day, if we learn how to communicate with each other.

    I hope it’s a good morning, today. Sometime, take a second to notice the light.

  • I feel like I should go to sleep. But I also want to stay awake, so that I can have more time to think about things.

    Did you know that if you take a left down US route 20 and just keep going, you’ll eventually end up at the pacific ocean?

    The specific town there at the edges of things is actually called Newport, Oregon. On your way to there, you’ll pass straight through not just Yellowstone National Park, but about a half a dozen other slices of creation which are just as sprawling and beautiful and neat. Bare bones of the earth. The pictures of some of them look like pictures taken on Mars or on the Moon. Other-worldly. In one of them there’s an enormous waterfall and in another, there are rows of sand dunes along a beach. Yet another is folded into the arms of a harbor on the left coast. Then there are the rock formations, smooth bedrock, jagged and dark edges of stone and sand, crators and canyons and caves carved into the edges of the landscape.

    Did you know that if you step out onto the road and just keep going, you’ll find things you never ever knew existed…

    Also along US route 20 you’ll find cities like Chicago, Boise, Cleaveland, and basically Portland Oragon if you’re willing to stray off the beaten path a little.

    Favorite other attractions include a potato museum in Idaho, and a free zoo in the middle of Chicago. There’s also a memorial to Anne Frank.

    Off the north side of US route 20 in a small town called Lima, in NY, there is a small house where my parents were living while my mother was pregnant with me.

    A little further East, there’s a smallish city called Canandaigua. I know it very well.

    Boston, Massachusetts is the easternmost bookend of things. I once visited an aquarium, there. And there were penguins. This is most of what I remember.

    I want to travel again. I miss it so much.

    I feel like Ariel, confined within a pine tree. Only my pine tree is growing – no, living – in the front yard near my house.

    I want to get in the car and go. Go to the woods and the water, go to the mountains, go to the hills. To the Badlands, to Alaska, down Route 66 to California, over to Nova Scotia, across the continent. Back across the ocean, one day, maybe. Definitely.

    Everywhere.

    Except that there is COVID-19.

    Except that I don’t want to leave my cats, my dog, my staircase and my kitchen and my bookshelf and my attic, my mother and my sister and my dad.

    Still, there’s a backpack packed and ready in the corner of my attic. In that backpack, there’s a sleeping bag, a first aid kit, some duct tape and a bandana, a length of cord, a pocket knife, some matches, and a tarp…

    I could get along fine. I could do this.

    I’m not putting things off until someday. I’m making the plans, carving them into the pages of old notebooks. I’m waiting for the world to recover from this sickness. But just as soon as she’s ready…

    I want to fly.

    I’m coming back. I’ll always come back. And I’ll see you when I see you.

    unless you would like to come with me?

    gods, that would be a good time 💜

  • I would just like to point out that this cat – this one, specifically – makes more sense than any of the other creatures in the universe.

    That is all. Thank you and goodnight.

  • Does it count as procrastination if it’s very intentional?

    Anyway. I gave myself the gift of two days off, from studying. And I needed this.

    Soo much.

    So a good thing happened.

    I have walked a little every day for the last nine days. It’s been almost a year since I’ve felt able to do this. I don’t walk fast and I don’t walk far, but I’m walking. A little every day. I walked today and I will walk again tomorrow and every time I come back from walking my mind feels clearer, more centered, calm. They say it takes a certain amount of time to built a habit. And it’s hard when boughts of mental illness keeps disrupting the patterns that I’m trying to build. But every time I’m able to get back up after being knocked down, it’s like… I remember. My body remembers how to remember to walk. And because I remember, it isn’t as hard to settle back into old habits again.

    Writing. Walking. These things are old and familiar and they are mine and they’re just two reasons out of hundreds of reasons to stay.

    Here are some things I did this week instead of studying:

    • Listened to a podcast about how to save the planet
    • Watched a George Clooney science fiction movie with my dad
    • Ate chocolate ice cream
    • Organized my bookshelf and let go of a handful of the ones that someone else might like more than me
    • Worked on planning a road trip with the wife, for not this summer but next because planning something for the future gives me so much hope to hold onto
    • Thought about campfires
    • Watched all the episodes featuring River Song in the eleventh Doctor’s chapter of Doctor Who
    • Slept, and had strange dreams about an unfamiliar beach
    • Stayed off the Z*ckerberg platforms, for the most part
    • Stole strawberries
    • Sipped coffee
    • Thought about Maslow and child psychology
    • Thought about epistemology and ethics and how they are connected
    • Put on socks and shoes and went outside and up the driveway and down the road, and took them off and set them aside again when I got home
    • And walked every day for nine days.

    And it was good.

    I also aquired a length of paracord, a space blanket, some duct tape, and a bandana, a rough first aid kit, and some chocolate, and threw everything in a backpack in case I need to go on an adventure.

    The problem is that I don’t know where I’d go or if I can ever leave this place. I have to stay and make a lap for a tabby cat in an old not-leather chair and burry my face in her hair and breathe in the smell of dust and honey.

    I can’t run away and drive south and sleep in my car and complete all my classes from Georgia. Not for as long as she’s here.

    It’s enough of a reason.

    Not going anywhere.

    I hope it’s a good night.