Last night I was reading about studios, places that we make work. There were bucolic pictures of people making things in outdoor places, blocks of color, pens. And then I read about a way to organize ourselves digitally, analog, and as usual something in me jumped. I was both soothed and revolted by the what felt like a social media legacy. A weird ephemeral tail stretching back for some undefined audience, server farms, many arguments documented, advertisements forever.
Maybe it is all the time these past weeks thinking about stars, bones, the space in between. Or maybe it is that reminder of change and how it holds everything, as the plum tree buds out, a message from a friend, the shift of the light into spring.
In any case, it woke me up for a moment. I wanted to touch the trails I have made through things. I wanted to breathe in the smell of smashed snacks and milky wonder from the baby’s head as she fought me to fall asleep.
I wanted to hear the sound of my voice with other voices and remember something that way even while it was vanishing.
I wanted to listen to the same song until it was etched on my brain while lying on the floor only to remember every part and then forget.
I guess I am saying I’m ready for spring. I’m ready for light, for longer days, for becoming again, for forgetting again.
I’m ready to taste the first strawberry and have everything else disappear for that moment. Only red and sweet.
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Sit together and explore, come to a short talk and meditation we’ll do together. Being and Breathing happens April 6, 5-6 pm PST, It is really wonderful to practice together and I look forward to seeing some of you there.
Fellow writer and friend Sarah Rabkin is offering two things that I wish I was going to, the first is to jumpstart your writing practice, on zoom, April 29th. Email her for all the details! No doubt it will be fabulous…and second is her High-Country Writing Retreat, North Yuba River, August 6-11, 2023 which is a far as I am concerned one of the most exquisite places to spend a few days of your summer.