heat – A Burd in Flight

Air

All the windows and doors open all day with no AC running, hearing the birds and wind again in my little home, piling on blankets to ward off the overnight chill while I listen to crickets in the dark…this weather is absolute bliss and the panthers and I are soaking it up as much asContinue reading “Air”

Sunday

Sitting thinking there was nothing to write about these days. And my mind is such a whirlwind that I can’t even remember who I’ve told about my dad and his brain surgery a few weeks ago. Have I even written about it here? That’s a later post if not. I woke on the day afterContinue reading “Sunday”

When a woman spends time cutting a sailboat into pieces, under the tallest pecans for 100 miles…

Well. About 15 years ago my ever adventurous dad parked his 30 foot sailboat in their backyard down by the creek lining the bottom of the property. It sat there for a while, under the towering pecans, until a storm made the creek flood and picked the boat clean off the trailer, spun it, andContinue reading “When a woman spends time cutting a sailboat into pieces, under the tallest pecans for 100 miles…”

When did you last sleep upon the ground?

Or even sit on her, skin to skin with the planet? When did you last touch a tree, bare-handed, to marvel at the roughness? When did you last say hello to a bird? And mean it? In my readings I find fiction to be a welcome respite. I “save” books about nature for later becauseContinue reading “When did you last sleep upon the ground?”

Distanced

This pandemic has changed so so much. I don’t have much in common with anyone anymore it feels like. I’ve been distancing myself from close friends and not sure why. Haven’t wanted to write. I desperately need some outdoor time. But it’s too fucking hot and I can’t take it. It’s death outside right nowContinue reading “Distanced”

I needed that

Took kiddo for a picnic by the creek on my parent’s property. We don’t get to visit much, and things are awkward what with the shunning requirement of their faith, but it was lovely. Mom had found a sewing machine for me, made in probably the 50s or 60s, a neat old Singer that willContinue reading “I needed that”