It’s a bit of a trope but when I was a kid I would spend a lot of time at the creek in the park, behind my high school. The park was two hundred acres and the deepest part of the creek was a few minutes off the trail. Going to the creek really felt like going off the grid & I would show it to people who were special to me. Kate, and Catherine, and Elizabeth.
They didn’t think it was as nice as I did but now I really miss sitting there and listening to music, and reading Barthes.
Jul 19, 2024
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the air is rich with hemlock & ferns. walking around at night with just the moonlight & our voices to guide us. ummm what else. chewing on poisonous plants bc they make ur mouth feel tingly. catching frogs. it’s fun i miss it
Aug 15, 2024
…so I tried to make it count. I went to a lot of concerts and read a lot of poetry and watched a lot of movies and enjoyed many walks through the nearby fen. Here is a fat ass frog from one of my “bog walks”
Aug 22, 2024
I began canoeing back in 2016 when my husband was gifted a canoe by his landlord. I had never done much canoeing, but immediately took to it. Being on the river felt like entering a magical space. Although we were near humanity, it still felt separate, immersed in the gentle flow of the river and energy surrounding it. We witness Great Blue Herons, Cranes, turtles, muskrats, beavers. We’ve halted paddling to watch deer graze. We work our way over rocks when the water is low, lift our paddles to let the current carry us. We’ve rescued a stray dog, cleaned up debris. We’ve canoed in lakes, entering secret places covered in water lilies. We’ve canoeed in the Long Island Sound, the coast becoming tiny as we explored around the islands. Being on the water is such a special way to experience these spaces I often am in. It is a way to experience the magic of nature that is respectful and at one with it. In 2020, being able to still go out on the river was one of the few fine threads that kept me tethered to the goodness of the world. I now pay closer attention to the bodies of water I cross over or drive next to, thinking about whether or not we’d be able to get access to explore. We make a point to go out on the water with our family, many of them using kayaks. I’m grateful to have found another way to experience our natural world, and it’s one I hope to share with many more friends.
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No screen Sundays. If I want to listen to music its CDs or radio. If I want to watch a movie, no I don’t. If I want to see a friend, I will make plans with them on Friday or Saturday to meet up. As a result, I read more, write more, and sit with questions like “did Citizen Kane‘s 50 year winning streak in the Sight and Sound critics choice survey end in 2012 or 2022? When did Stephen Merritt come out? Whats the etymology of Whitsun?“
This is something that I have practiced off and on for many years but I’ve been doing it every week since December and I love the way that it just allows me one day of true freedom and rest.
Jan 22, 2025
Mar 3, 2025
My calendar this year has 52 of these week at a glance pages but I don’t think that way. So, I've been inspired by Ross Gay’s Book of Delighs to start recording the little moments and sensations that bring me joy throughout the day. An analog pi.fyi, if you will.
heres some of what I have so far:
- Waking up to the sound of my upstairs neighbor‘s footstep. It sounded nostalgic. Felt like company.
- Strawberry jam
- feeling tender for strangers: their lips, nail colors, their small wrists. Thinking of all the lives we hold gently.
- A young girl bought an LP at the bookstore just before I left. She stroked its cover with love
- Green tiles —the mint shade always makes me think of Jancie
- Charlie’s little bop and punch dancing to some German language punk
- lunch with Katherine, curry Brussels sprouts
- small talk at the photo studio. The photographer's brother was named after their dad, stole his identity, bought jet skis.
Jan 13, 2025