Delights: March 18 to March 24

March 18: It’s 11:10 am, I’m glued to my laptop, and I see a fox trot down the street in front of our house. She’s alongside the curb, as though on a leash for a brisk walk. Or like a metro commuter worried about missing her train. (Oh my: 12:17 pm: here she is again, trotting across my lawn in the same direction. Maybe she wanted to be sure I saw her luscious tail.)

March 19: Everyone seems to be walking. After a very long day coiled over my laptop, I took a walk too. Two walks, actually: a lovely afternoon one through the neighborhood and a lively morning walk to an indoor exercise DVD I haven’t used in a while. March, kicks, side steps and knee lifts in many variations, along with a resistance band, got me sweating. Five miles on Saturday?? You bet. 

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March 20: One of Kevin’s colleagues, in a literary master-stoke, invited a group of friends to unite for an hour to tell stories over Zoom. The prompt: the kindness of a stranger. We might have been seven women and three men, as in Boccaccio’s Decameron, but our plague-fleeing stories consistently showed tiny acts of tenderness. Now those strangers have brightened my life too. Who would you invite to such storytelling? What story would you tell?

March 21: It’s Saturday morning and I’m in the garden cleaning autumn leaves, pruning deadwood and wondering whether those bright green patches are weeds or forget-me-nots. (I can’t recall.) My favorite: the strong pink and green tips of Solomon Seal emerging from forgotten places. Welcome, spring!

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Did I walk my five miles? Thank you, Leslie Sansone. I sure did!

March 22: I miss church. (Although I feel like I’m praying constantly.) I got a little closer to worship this morning by reading this article, written by Kevin’s colleague Benjamin Pratt. It describes another pandemic and the iconic hymn that miraculously sprung from it, Now Thank We All Our God. Thanksgiving? Amen.  

March 22: Today for the first time I “Zoomed” into my studio’s morning yoga class. My comfy sun-bright bedroom provided a nice environment. A double carpet soothed my knees. Downward facing dogs revealed a forest of tree tops tangled in the window panes. Planks reminded me of odd boxes scattered in corners and under dressers. And the sunshine made centering a delight. At the end, our teacher unmuted her class to allow us to share an Om. As we finished, a toddler’s voice piped up: “What was that?! What was that?! I want to do that again!” Indeed.

March 23; On All Things Considered tonight, I savored a rebroadcast of a lovely  interview with Ross Gay, the author of The Book of Delights and the inspiration for my own Delights entries. He peppers his book with ephemeral and recurring moments of kindness, noticing, and loving. We will not be defeated.   

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March 24: I watched the day arrive today along the limbs of our wintering crepe myrtle. The light changed moment by moment, as I looked away and then returned my gaze. Sometimes I’m too distracted by the showy, glorious, sunrise horizon to notice the quiet beauty of light filling ordinary things.

“Morning,” by Elizabeth Stamper

A small seabird circles the sky.                                                                                                      She is pulling                                                                                                                                    back the clouds,                                                                                                                              undraping the day.

And it never occurs to her                                                                                                              that she is too small                                                                                                                          for such                                                                                                                                                an awesome task.

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2 thoughts on “Delights: March 18 to March 24

  1. Just throwing this out to see if it sticks… for me it’s harder to socially connect in this time as I associate connection with physical space and we are told to distance yourself from others.. physically… most of us get that but we push back. we want to create connections in other ways but what if we embraced it?… didn’t try to reach out… didn’t resist it…stopped trying… zen stuff… be still

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  2. Hi, Bud. Thank you so much for sharing your reflections. Like you, I appreciate the stillness. I’ve also found that with less busy-ness, I’m more grounded and better able to connect more meaningfully when I do encounter others. I hope you are safe and sound.

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