these days

These are strange times. Unprecedented.

 

In the spring all I could do was plant seeds and tend the land and exercise. The vegetables and flowers in the garden are beautiful. Grounding. We’ve been spending a lot of time in the mountains as well. The natural world is well. It’s the humans that are trying to sort ourselves out.

 

I do have a gripe about people not properly taking care of their waste in the woods right now — it seems worse than other summers. We all poop. So, if you are without a bathroom in the woods, go 200 feet from water, trails, and camps and dig an 8 inch hole and bury your waste and either bury the toilet paper or pack it in a bag inside another bag. The mountains are part of my summertime home, so I feel responsible for picking up trash and burying my waste properly, but it seems that not everyone does. And this feels like a metaphor for what is going on right now: some people feeling responsible to and for the whole and some folks not so concerned.

 

I’ll be curious when I feel comfortable playing music indoors with an audience again. I’ll be curious when I feel comfortable hugging my friends again. I’ll be curious when I feel comfortable letting my boy get all up in his grandma’s airspace again.

 

Until then, you can find me in my garden or in the woods.