It seems that solitude sometimes comes when least wanted - and so some of my intended ‘time to create’ turned into ‘time not to create’ or just to create through living. The first few days were unfocused and hazy, so I did whatever my spirit wished which turned out to be listening to records (Kate Bush, Emmylou, Hasabe, the youth orchestra of Mopti, Mississippi John Hurt, Buddy Holly, and Tchaikovsky), and strolling through the canopied marsh forests that surround this cabin. For a few long days all I could think of needing were my raincoat and binoculars. What’s amazing about birds is everything but what I’m thinking of is that these winged creatures remind you of the beauty that is saturated around us all the time if you can just take the time to focus a gaze. How can so much wonder be contained in the smallest body of only a few ounces? They are feathered and patterned so particular and unique, and their songs come out sudden and loud from tiny beaks on the nearest fir top, stump, or meadow. On my walks I saw: swainson’s thrush, caspian tern, white-crowned sparrow, northern flicker, red-winged blackbird, american robin, savannah sparrow, hermann’s gulls, cedar waxwings, great blue heron, and so many others that flew by too fast to catch.
The best thing was to be among the wind and the trees, and to connect with love. I don’t always know what love is or where to find it, but it is a force that is always charged. “Love is eternal and unbounded, it is only we who take tiny sips from its infinite ocean.”
Anyway, some work must be done after all.
Here is a rough song from recent days!