I’m appreciating buddy Chris Corrigan’s words shared recently in his blog. He writes of the home noticing he is having in CoVid non-travel. The garden. Plants. Birds. Cycles.
Chris writes, “Despite my close intimacy to rhythms of the land here, I think this is the first time I have really felt time as an actual circle, which returns to the same place. It has the effect of drawing out my experience of life. Slowing it down, not disrupting it like it does when I travel away from this place. Over this past year I haven’t had the sense of getting older, as if there is a line or a path you travel. Rather I have a sense of being different, but in the same repeated moments and places.”
Me too in noticing some rhythms. Me too in noticing the feeling of home, the return to a cycle rather than a line. For me, one of those is noticing the angle of the sun. In June where I live, it is now steep in the sky as it approaches soulstice. Not low like it was in the winter at equinox. I’m watching the gradual shifts and feeling familiarity in them. For me, I’m noticing the tomato plants establish themselves in garden, like they did last year. I find myself checking on them every day rather than what has been crossing my fingers for them in a two week absence while traveling. For me, I’m enjoying regular walks in my neighborhood. Some in the morning. Some in the evening. I find myself loving the regularity of these — a feeling of home and home people. I also find myself enjoying nearby excursions — to beaches and canyons that I haven’t explored before in feeling the pinch of travel.
So, yah. I’m really appreciating this feeling of home grounded in a geography and getting more curious with it. The feeling a returns and cycles. Something extra healthy in it.
Thx Chris for the stirring and astuteness.
at first, I thought there was a typo in the line: the home noticing he is having in CoVid non-travel.
then I read it again, more closely, more slowly. I am feeling some of the same. No garden in my case, but lots of birds. I have positioned my computer where I can see them. But to actually see them takes presence. I love how the birds “distract” me from my tasks. Watching them slows me down, gives me time to contemplate the question of what I’m actually “doing” … and can I do it later or differently … maybe even with more presence.