Watch the Sun come up this morning at Cove Island Park with an awesome Grand Finale here.
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Monday Morning Wake-Up Call
Lori told me it was coming, the Perseid meteor shower. I hadn’t seen one during the peak viewing period from Aug 11 to 13th, but I was on the look out this morning.
And why Great One, why shower me with hundreds, when One will do?
And One there was, streaking downward from the wispy clouds, quicker than a finger snap, much too quick for my clumsy hands and human technology, but the eye spotted it.
And here I sit typing this post recalling a passage from Sebastian Barry’s Old God’s Time: “My brain continued to tell a story disconnected from his waking self…one hundred trillion neutrinos passed through his body every second. You wrote something down to see it, see it all for the first time. Write it down to capture it…Neutrinos passed them also, trillions of them…on their way to the floor, into the earth and through the earth herself at nearly the speed of light. They passed through his tumbling mind, all its channels and sparks…they passed through his fingers…”
And so with me.
My trillions of neutrinos wrapping themselves around that split second flash.
Hold that thought. Wrap yourself around it and hold it tight.
I will remember this.
Notes:
- See other photos from this morning’s walk here, my 1,196th consecutive (almost) daybreak walk at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.
- Post inspired by:..the great meteor shower of August, the Perseid, I wail all day for the shooting stars I miss. They’re out there showering down…and hissing perhaps at last into the ocean. — Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
T.G.I.F.
We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.
— Leonora Carrington, from “The Hearing Trumpet.” (Jonathan Cape, 1974)
Notes:
Walking. Touched by a Terrapin.
Here we go. 1,153 consecutive (almost) days on this daybreak walk at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.
I’m off.
71° F. Humidity? One billion % and climbing.
Mimi, in her FB comment: A brooding kind of beauty — and even the birds are holding court in silence.”
And they were silent. A Great Blue Heron. A pair of egrets. A Yellow-Crowned Night Heron. Gulls, and their wings.
Just another morning at Cove Island Park.
I walk.
But, the Mind isn’t here this morning. Yes, it’s certainly here at Cove Island Park, but meaning not Here, and Now.
It drifts back 10 days or so. I’m at the end of my walk and there under the bench sits a Diamondback Terrapin turtle. No, I didn’t have a clue it was a Diamond Terrapin Turtle, Google Lens did though: “The Northern diamondback terrapin is the only species of turtle in North America, including Connecticut, that spends its life in brackish water…and they are most abundant in tidal estuaries west of the Connecticut River.”
Like who knew? Most abundant in tidal estuaries in Connecticut. Brackish water. This sticks.
I’m staring at this creature, at the intricate designs of its shell, and wonder what he’s doing so far away from brackish water. “Injured? Lost? Resting? Kid dragged you from the water, and had a little fun with you.” Not sure why that last disturbing thought crossed my mind, no, please, not that. Continue reading “Walking. Touched by a Terrapin.”
