I have a Robin’s nest on my outside light door. She built it on the light because I guess she thought it was a good spot, out of harm’s way. Not the ideal spot for me, but I don’t mind so much. I’m glad that it’s there. Every time I try to get a photo of her on the nest up close, she flies away. I’ve been going out the garage door so as to disturb her as little as possible.
I’m so glad she’s there. The robin and her nest reminds me of the continuity of life, and how some things don’t change. I can’t wait until the babies hatch.
Today was a dreary, rainy day. I found myself focusing on the negative, rather than the positive. I waited for a service man to come all day. Turns out he did come but no one from the company told me he had come. ( I hadn’t heard him it was an outside job). Then he didn’t do the job right. So, I decided to do it myself ( Just like the little red hen when she made the bread herself after planting the wheat, growing the wheat and then ate the bread HERSELF). Then, a friend told me she didn’t want to go on a trip out west that I had so looked forward to after a year in Covid, isolated. At least now now But I understood. I am thinking a lot about making changes, big decisions.
All of these things seem kind of trivial, putting it in perspective. I’m here, my beloved family is here, my dear friends are here. Covid took none of us. Many people are grieving. Things are starting to open up . I can find solutions, I can go on another trip or find someone else to go with. I have strong faith in a spiritual presence. That’s all good.
Like the daffodils, I will survive the rain and start a new day. They’re still here, and so am I. I hope that after the rain, we can all see the rainbow. And like the little red hen, I will do it myself.
This past weekend, it was my birthday as well as Passover. It was really special, because my children and Grandbabies came to visit. It was a joyous occasion, as we’ve been vaccinated, and could hug. Me hugging my Grandbabies. That’s the best thing! And of course, hugging my kids! We made a beautiful big fire in the fire pit outside, and enjoyed each moment. We had a lovely seder at night, a shortened version for the little ones.
The next day, we celebrated my birthday with a cake, and gifts. But, the greatest gift was being with my family. How sweet it is!!
I feel very fortunate to get my second vaccine for protection against the Covid virus. I feel a sense of relief and hope. Hopeful that I can now spend precious time with my sons and daughter and Grandbabies, and with friends as well. There is still a need to be cautious and wear a mask. But now we’re on to new trails and beginnings. I am looking forward to everyone having that sense of hope on the horizon. May it be so.
A few weeks ago, Joseph Biden was sworn into office as our new president. I breathed a sigh of relief. I am hopeful that things will get better. I am even more hopeful because Kamala Harris is our new vice president. On the night of the inauguration, I had a Zoom sing with some other women. It was celebratory. One of the songs we sang was a song based on a poem by Emily Dickinson. “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul. And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all”. May we all have hope, and sing our own tune without the words.
On Wednesday, as we are aware, our Capitol was under siege. Protesters, encouraged by the President stormed through, using violence and literally taking over. As the events unfolded, many of us were in disbelief, glued to our televisions, watching stunned and heartbroken. Some people were killed.
Finally, the National Guard was called and the protesters began to leave.
At the time it began, I was snowshoeing in the Adirondacks. When I came home, my daughter texted me, and as soon as I heard, I turned on the television. The images were crazy, and so sad.
While I am deeply saddened and continue to try to process this chain of events, I am heartened that Congress was able to count the votes, and the Democratic Process prevailed. President Elect Biden was certified as our next President. As we grieve, we can breathe, and hope for a better tomorrow.
During the pandemic, I have been walking a lot. Sometimes with a friend, sometimes by myself. Always somewhere in nature by streams and in the woods. There is a great comfort in the rhythm and beauty and the familarity of the paths we take. We will get through this, and see the light at the end of the tunnel.
This past weekend I went for a hike to one of my favorite hiking spots in Warrensburg next to the Hudson River. I found this little rock next to a tree by my thinking rock. It said “Remember to be grateful and thankful”.
That it is a good thing to remember to be grateful and thankful. Although this Thanksgiving was different being separated from family due to Covid, I am grateful for my children, grandchildren and friends. And walks in nature. I am counting my blessings.
At least for me right now, it’s really hard to find beauty. As much as I try to laugh about everything, it’s hard. I use USL Universal Sign Language ( could even use in Africa) to sign for orders in delis etc, because they can’t hear me. And at the local Stewart s When they can’t hear me When I want a float with seltzer I say cheeseburger cheeseburger coke coke pepsi ( old Saturday night live skit check it out) because they can’t hear me. Ummm do you think management should turn music down during Covid-19? Push it ask, I shouldn’t be the only one. Managers have looked at me like I’m crazy, I’m not crazy.
Yesterday I went to Moreau State Park to go kayaking . Do you think it was peaceful! Well no, it wasn’t There we’re about 30 Cubscouts at the lake . Bless their little hearts and they were having a blast. But asked the cub scout leader to step back no mask. And you know the leaders weren’t female. So he got a little huffy. I went around the lake at top speed, it was beautiful. But because I had to drag my kayak to one beach to another ( pretty spry for 67) I was pretty darn mad. So I went to the forest rangers ( I’ve met some really good female and male ones) and said well there they are, and I don’t want to get mad at kids, but shouldn’t they have masks on? Finally, there was some action. And I’m trying to drink in the beauty like above, and I’m trying not to take in too much Irish whiskey. And I’m succeeding.