Is it enough that we see what’s happening in Ukraine, watch pain, bear witness?
I’m with choice these days and how much we step in with change. In our small personal world, my husband and I are looking at change. I could say we have complete openness in this choice but age, health, and being near our children are factors.
The book City, written in 1952, is by Clifford Simak. I re-read it periodically as I’m intrigued with how he foresaw that our houses might become complete enough that we wouldn’t want or need to leave them, and then, we couldn’t when something invited us outside. Friendly robots would take care of logistics and the house would be a container for whatever screen contact we might need.
We came to this house located on Coast Miwok land in 1978. Jeff was just four, and Chris turned one. The question becomes are the house and land holding onto us, or are we holding on to them.
I’m going through books, letters, and cards beginning to clean out what is here. What do I need now? What container do I build for my nourishment and fulfillment, and perhaps it is seeing people in Ukraine that has me even more aware of fragility and the preciousness of contact in what I choose. This moment, this moment, so “it”, so full of my life and the lives of others.
Books I’ve collected are on solitude, nature, poetry and the importance and essential nature of silence.
What pulls me now, and what comes is William Carlos Williams, and a red wheelbarrow and cold plums.