Tuesday, November 15, 2022

 Stories I tell myself, I am loved, and my body knows how to live, and how to heal and how to die.  Death is not a performance. Life is not a performance.  I am working on how to be authentic, to experience life rather than observing life.

My big emotions come from the morning reading of the New York Times newspaper, even a day late.  Seeing images of elections, wars, famine, floods, bankruptcies, obituaries.   These images and words wake me up more than the morning coffee.

My dead looking oak tree has a few pale green leaves now, First I see one leaf and then as I sit outside, I begin to see others scattered among the brown leaves and the bare limbs.  I am hopeful. It is easy to see the birds move around the tree when there are such few leaves.

My favorite TV series now is ALASKA DAILY, THE CROWN, and MAGPIE MURDERS. I am slowly sewing squares together while listening to my new radio’s classical music and then later watching the evening news.