Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Feeling Quiet

The Nor'easter Jonas dumped 27 inches of snow on the city last weekend, and it was quite beautiful to watch from the comfort of our apartment. It snowed continuously from Friday night until Sunday morning. My daughter and I did venture out at 2 a.m., without coats, just to experience the first snow of the season.

On Monday our girl left to return to school for her last semester of college. I keep writing those words as if that will help me grasp them. I still can't wrap my head around the dizzying speed with which her college years have gone.

Meanwhile yesterday my son tried sprinting on his rehabilitating knee, but it bit back, not yet, no, no.  Nevertheless, he is almost healed. By May he should be fully back to where he was before tearing his ACL while playing soccer—on concrete. He's in a new job at his company, with more responsibility, in fact he's now doing two jobs combined into one. As my dad always used to say, the reward for good work is more work.

I'm immersed in page proofs for Dr. Simmons' book, trying to work as fast as I can to make sure the book will be ready by her 98th birthday at the end of March. Maybe we'll have a big book party.

I'm feeling quiet these days, just doing my work, doing a lot of thinking, trying to be mindful in all my relationships, to treat them with loving care. But I'm still reading you all. I'm still right here.

That's how it looked as I cabbed it to choir rehearsal on Monday night. Two days later, the snow is turning to murky gray lakes on street corners.




23 comments:

  1. I understand your need for quiet...There is a book by that title by Susan Cain that you might appreciate when you get the time. Best to you in finishing the lovely doctor's project.

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    1. e, thanks for the book recommendation and the camaraderie. I so appreciate you.

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  2. You know I don't envy you your weather at all but that snow- oh! It is so beautiful. I can almost imagine the hush of it.

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    1. Ms Moon, there is a kind of hush to the city, almost a reverence when the snow first whispers down. Nice to be out in it when it's brand new. What different worlds we live in and yet our souls can touch. This was the time of year when I first found you.

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  3. You did get walloped with snow, didn't you? But the quiet after a big storm can be amazing, too. Wishing you well with the book, and hoping your son's recovery continues well.

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    1. jenny_o, thank you for those good wishes my friend.

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  4. The snow does look beautiful! I miss the cold and snow. It sounds like you're in a comfortable zone for now, which is a good thing.

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    1. Drita, there is a kind of peace in the absorption of work you love doing. I know you understand.

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  5. I so admire the images and your skill at capturing them!

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    1. A, actually I took none of these photos, not even the one I'm in; see credits on post. But I'm gratified you think me capable of such imagery. Always good to see you here.

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  6. Your pictures make me feel the beauty of the seasons.

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    1. Maggie, ditto above. See credits. I thought these photos lovely too.

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  7. I do not miss the snow, had plenty for a lifetime but your photo is so beautiful! Lovely and yes very quiet...I am thinking of the aftermath, the slush and motor dirt left in chubby puddles.

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    1. Linda sue, ditto on photo credits above. Love your description: motor dirt in chubby puddles. It's just exactly that.

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  8. your pictures make the snow look more beautiful!

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    1. Candice, it was beautiful at first anyway! Not so much now. See photo credits on post.

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  9. That first photo of the snow is strikingly beautiful.

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    1. Terra, there's something very peaceful about that scene, isn't there? The snow that deep is hard for me to walk in, and yet I love it when its new.

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  10. Those are some astonishing photos. I love them and am grateful to look at them and not the real thing, to tell you the truth! I can't believe how fast the years have flown -- I totally remember your daughter's high school graduation and then the beginnings of your empty next. Wow. It's stunning. I think of you often as you work on your book. I wish that somehow we could get together and quietly write next to each other -- but it's comforting to know that you're typing away in your apartment just as I am in my house.

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    1. Elizabeth, well, I only curated the photos but thank you. I often have the very same thought about working side by side with you, the two of quiet, the two of us typing away in a companionable creative bubble. The idea sustains me on long lonely writing days, which are much less lonely when the flow is going well. Love you woman.

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  11. You have given me the final push to finally phone the sports doctor I was recommended. I need to get back out running injury-free. Thank you.

    Your beautiful photos make me miss New York City. I've only spent five days there years ago, but I fell in love.

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    1. Mwa, one should always preserve one's ability to run injury free. We don't miss that ish till its gone. And yes, New York has its charms, its true. I fell for them myself on a visit here when I was 5 years old, and now here I am.

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  12. NYC is such a magical place. Despite all the city craziness. When I first visited, I wrote that it was full of marvels. Wonders around every corner. And pure enchantment, with the snow.

    Enjoy and honor your quiet soul. xo.

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