I still have Georgia On My Mind, and backed up in my backed up mental list of posts. Back in Alaska; back in Homer, moving, and tonight, back in a certain Homer institution in which I've spent quite a bit of time this year, most probably headed back up the road to spend some more time in another.
After the lushness of Georgia, to contemplate the excitement of first nettles is a sharp transition. The pushkis (cow parsnip) are innocuous-looking little umbellifers now--but try pulling one up and see the enormous root wad undergirding even just a little dicot; and they'll already give you a skin rash, too, as they'll be even gladder to do when they're eight feet high and legion. The moose, poor gaunt twig-browsers, on their knees tearing up mouthfuls of green grass, grazing in gratitude, praying.
That this scrubby green is so amazing, Rite of Spring, pushing, teeming, will be rife and rank and over-all and rapidly soon. Despite the fact it's another crappy spring, rainy, gray, cold, and everyone's gasping for summer to come. It snowed last weekend, for goodness sake! That said, higher up the hill, like where I'm living now, the snow lingers. Here's a shot of the property where I have a room in the owner's house.
See that little pole in the foreground? Bird houses. She feeds birds and they come. They sing and they show themselves, their bright bodies, their feathers. My room is in the downstairs part of the house, unfortunately dark, but the one window gives out to ground level, its bottom just below my eye level, and there are often small song sparrows grubbing about down there on the ground; I think I saw a boreal chickadee too.
So. Transition. And apparently I don't deal with it entirely well. So look at me getting myself committed again, and on a holiday weekend again (last time was over Christmas/New Years) although this time I wasn't even aware it was Memorial Day Weekend. I'm not feeling good physically either--out of it and dangerous. When I come around, I'll be putting serious thoughts and intentions into how to manage all this better. To live with transition as I live in transition and to find stability within that wobble.
Any advice?
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