Lightly Child, Lightly.

Every leaf that falls
never stops falling. I once
thought that leaves were leaves.
Now I think they are feeling,
in search of a place—
someone’s hair, a park bench, a
finger. Isn’t that
like us, going from place to
place, looking to be alive?

Victoria Chang, “Passage” in The Trees Witness Everything by Victoria Chang, published by Copper Canyon Press, 2022. (via Read a Little Poetry)


Notes:

  • Video: InnoRecords (via Pexels)
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.

Lightly Child, Lightly.

Though they cannot be deciphered,
cannot become lighter,
all moments will shine
if you cut them open,
glisten like entrails in the sun.

— Sara Eliza Johnson, from “As the Sickle Moon Guts a Cloud” from “Bone Map: Poems” (Milkweed Editions; September 16, 2014)


Notes:

  • DK Time Lapse. October 9, 2024. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More photos of yesterday’s glorious sunrise here.
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.

Lightly Child, Lightly.

It was one of the October days when to breathe the air is like drinking wine, and every touch of the wind against one’s face is a caress.

Sarah Orne Jewett, “The Country of the Pointed Firs” (Houghton Mifflin, 1896)


Notes:

  • DK Photo. October 22, 2022. Calf Pasture Beach, Norwalk, CT
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.

Walking. With Free Bird.

4:00 am. Friday morning. I’ve been watching the clock since 1:30 a.m, drifting in and out of light sleep.

Racing thoughts. Reduced need for sleep. Exaggerated sense of self. Irritability…Obsessive rumination.” — Cory Richards

Wally, has been restless all night too, probably for biological reasons I’m sure. He refused to go outside before bed – it was drizzling. Our Wally, loves water, hates rain. Go Figure. He loves splashing in baby pools, clomping along shorelines and muck, and best of all, puddles. I watch him veer right and left on the park path, splashing through puddles from the overnight rains. Think toddler with big rubber boots.

And here we are, 1,557 consecutive (almost) days in a row on this daybreak walk at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.

Susan and Eric left on a road trip for Grandma’s birthday. Wally watched me leave for the park that same morning looking terrified: Not going to be left Home Alone again. No sir.

Continue reading “Walking. With Free Bird.”

Lightly Child, Lightly.

how old am i?
today, i’m today.
i’m as old as whatever light touches me.

Danez Smith, from “summer, somewhere


Notes:

  1. And today, yes, yet another Time Lapse video with light progression that touched me — this despite near 100% cloud cover and light rain. 90 Minutes in 21 seconds (4:35 to 6:05 am). 64° F. August 8, 2024. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More photos from this morning’s walk here.
  2. Poem Source from “More Than Ideas
  3. Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.