We needed the coldness of the open ocean,
we needed to feel the wind of Narragansett find every part of skin,
we needed to learn the meaning behind the name of the just-fine beer,
we needed to watch the sanderlings poke their beaks into the ground the waves left behind, real quick before the ocean came back, then skitter away as one,
we needed to run through a cemetery,
we needed to find ghosts between leaves,
we needed to learn that H.P. stands for Howard Phillips,
we needed to see that his grave is actually quite small,
we needed to…
I was walking around, rushing from place to place, to do errands or something like it, something I told myself needed to be done, groceries, other things, things I’m trying to stop buying online, all before a zoom group, my new life. And there was a man on the sidewalk, smoking. Just standing there. Everyone rushing around him, everyone with their eyes on their destination. He just stood there and took it in. He had nowhere to be.
In that moment I wanted to be him.
I don’t smoke, never wanted to. But smokers have the smoke break and I…
The flowers are out, Venus is shining (at night, look up, it’s just over there). We are all angry and we are all grieving, but this is the most fucking beautiful time of year. So today, an ode to angry joy:
Dear everyone walking around outside, ambling, distantly, avoiding one another, thank you, we are all in this together.
Dear strangers in cloth bandanas, breathing your own carbon, thank you for protecting me.
Dear neighbor I’ve never met, I’m weeding my front garden for the first time, beside you, let’s fight these weeds together.
Dear lilacs, fuck you, you smell…
In the era of social distancing, we all are spending a lot of time at home.
Even if you are quarantining with housemates, significant others, or friends, much of this time is spent in solitude.
I urge you to take this as an opportunity to create.
Whatever little craft you do once in awhile, or maybe used to do as a kid, pick it back up again and make it a daily habit.
The “daily” part matters. This is what transforms something from a hobby to a passion. This is how it becomes an act of restoration and comfort. …
Writing, climate activism, breathing.