When Friends Show Up

I’m thinking of a phone call that came on a day I was feeling particularly glum. I like that word, meaning “gloomily sullen or silent,” from the Low German meaning “turbid, muddy”. That fits. To me, glumness holds vibes of living in a colorless world. This particular caller was also grieving losses, the first timeContinue reading “When Friends Show Up”

Retrieving what was lost

Lost Patterns. I never returned to my pre-Covid early morning walks to a coffee shop, that contemplative time for examining the writing day’s direction. Nowadays, there’s a dog to feed. Other routines have erased thoughts of getting out on those predawn streets, like: eat breakfast now; page through the newspaper and do the NYT crossword,Continue reading “Retrieving what was lost”

Seeds of Thought

The phrase “Grassroots Resistance” started me chewing over the idea of seeds. Seeds grow slowly. The vegetable and flower seeds I planted indoors may not all have sprouted yet, but all species now have representation, even the coleus that definitely prefers warmth and the reluctant (I don’t know why) eggplants.  When the first seed ofContinue reading “Seeds of Thought”

Delays, Deliberations, Derivations

Delays: A cold blast has delayed my hopes of planting seeds. December’s warmth was a fooler. A friend told me this cold is necessary. I’m sure she’s absolutely right, but I can’t say it’s comfortable. I’m waiting for February to think gardens Deliberations: Speaking with my older sister about my progress on the final pagesContinue reading “Delays, Deliberations, Derivations”