My back yard is alive with cardinals and finches and squirrels and a few minutes ago I heard a woodpecker beating his brains out on a tree in the side yard. Elvis is crowing and so are the roosters next door and everything is telling me to hurry, hurry, get on with it, the day is moving along and why aren't I?
Okay. I can do this. Okay. Get the trash taken. I haven't taken a walk in a week and I'm not taking one today either. Get dressed and get to the Assisted Living. Lily says she'll come with me and we'll bring the boys. Nothing makes my mother as happy as those babies. That is the pure and honest truth. Even last week when she was deep in her paranoid and fearful delusions, I could calm her by showing her a video of Gibson that Mr. Moon had taken.
I just looked up to see an entire flock of red-winged blackbirds eating in the back yard. And then, that quick, they flew up into the trees. Now some of them are discovering the feeder, much to the dismay of the cardinals. Birds of a feather DO indeed flock together.
I am having severe running-away fantasies. I want to sit by the water and simply be.
I want to start a new journal and every day draw one picture and write a few words about it. I can't draw for shit. I don't care. I want to use my office for something besides a running track for Owen. I want to do something, anything, that doesn't have to be done.
Oh wait. I am.
Right here. This.
It is a sort of running-away to write here. Even if what I write about is exactly what is going on as I write it. Last night I spoke about things that can save your life.
Baby. This is it.
Good morning.
Happy Friday, y'all.
Love...Ms. Moon
And happy friday to you Ms Moon!!
ReplyDeleteHappy Friday! Dontcha just love birds?
ReplyDeleteWriting has saved my life, that's for sure. I never saw cardinals in Colorado. Nor the goldfinches. I love seeing them here.
ReplyDeleteThe birds make me so happy too.
ReplyDeleteThis little world here, where we tell our stories to each other, is my escape and my life line. But I know what you mean about that office calling to you.
Showing your mom the video was brilliant. When my Grandma was deep down the well of dementia, music pulled her back. Her love of music was the last to go. Maybe you could try playing some of her favorite music to calm her? Interestingly, it didn't have to be her favorites to make Grandma Francis smile, I remember us rolling up the rugs so she and Grandpa could dance to Motown tunes, especially the Supremes. Bittersweet memories.
Happy Friday.
I'm at the airport, inside the airport and there are small black birds flying around near the ceiling. I love that when the wildlife gets in where they're not 'supposed to'.
ReplyDeleteOn Kauai there are hundreds of chickens. Apparently, an egg factory burned up or something and now there are chickens everywhere, making more of themselves.
Gibson's smile can melt butter. And Owen saying 'Jesus'
XXXXXX Beth
I've only seen one cardinal in Arizona. When we lived in PA, we had a family of them in our backyard. I miss them. I hope they are doing well - I'm sure they don't miss me other than the free food.
ReplyDeleteI like running away here too.
xo
this place can save your life: i think that people for whom this is not true might think it an absurd thing to say. but my god it is true. deeper than true.
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I love you. I want to run away to the beach too. Too bad I'm a poor broke motherfucker.
ReplyDeleteI get on the boat and run away as much as possible. But I guess it is just a mini-geographic cure. Hope that the visit to your mother goes well. All is calm here for the moment.
ReplyDeleteLove the draw and write. We use a composition book called a primary journal in class. It has space for picture and words. Perfect for first graders of all ages. Stay, run, jog, trot. Any way is the right way as long as you know it to be you. Peace and Loves.
ReplyDeleteRe. doing it here: Exactly! :)
ReplyDeleteBirds scare the shit out of me. Only because I have this weird thing about them getting trapped in my hair. Ahem. Anyway.
ReplyDeleteRunning away fantasies...we all have those! Especially in times of great stress. I'm happy that you're using your blog for your escapes.