Reading 2 books: Beatrix Potter: A Life in Nature (Linda Lear) and In Search of the Canary Tree (Lauren Oakes). One quote unites them and marks much of my own work now as I age into my final decades, "Looking for hope in a graveyard." Potter is dead, but her spirit speaks on. The canary tree is dying, a victim of global warming, yet Oakes is...hopeful. All of us are seeking beyond the doom loops predicted for the future rocketing toward us. Let us rummage the graves for help. #smallactions
At play in the fields of "free play", Stephen Nachmanovitch's term for improvisation. Going to be annotating parts of his new book, The Art of Is. Let me know if you wanna play. The image is a rambling woolgather through his first book, Free Play. #smallactions
A second feldgang: walking out to feed the ewes and lambs in the pasture I was stopped by the sight of six yellow swallowtails, still wet and drying.
I snapped a picture and walked away. I turned back for one last look. All gone. I saw the them begin. I saw my three children begin. I saw my grandchild begin. I will not see their end. I will not even see my own end. It will all slip away like six new swallowtails in the spring. 2/4 #smallstories
I Am a Plum Tree
Am I the only one
Am I the only one
Am I the only one
who has tasted
Am I the only one
As far as I know,
Midnight, Christmas Eve into Christmas Day. Waning full moon. Now is the time when the animals speak. A delegation of the oldest ewes gather around me and begin to sing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_Br3cpKHzA When they are done, one by one, they turn away until only Bluebell is left. In silence we sit and praise the moon and the day and the time that is left to us. In the distance I hear a train and an owl and the creek, all in their own kind of midnight lyrics. We all sing. All of us. #SmallStories
Something to counterbalance the doom loops and dread of the season: https://archive.org/details/Terry_elliott-singingInTheSkyBlueSky
If you are a teacher or a student, this is often the time of remorse. It is for me anyway. The image below is an email from a student who was clueless as to how to be a student. It was his first semester. He thought he had failed the course, but I had not finished grading his last two projects. He squeaked by with a "C". His response upon learning this? "Thank god, I’m sorry I should’ve tried harder". I echo that refrain back to all my students. I should have tried harder. #smallstories
What happens in a world made by hand and not by electrons? Here is a fieldwalk with some possibilities: http://impedagogy.com/wp/blog/2018/12/13/tacit-knowing-local-knowledge-and-local-kludges/
A scufflement in the kitchen that only comes from a bird struggling in a cat's mouth! My wife got there first and shook the bird free. I found it in a kitty litter box and scooped it up in hopeful prayer. Yes! Alive. An young adult downy woodpecker. A bird in the house is a very bad omen according to local folk wisdom. A death sign. I took the downy outside and it exploded in a fluster of sound and fury, signifying...something? Nothing? A feathered thing,
a hope? #smallstories
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I am applying for a Digital Pedagogy Fellowship like I do every year because there is no money in our department to send someone. I am rejected every year. One of my responses in the image below.
#smallpoems "On Annotation"
I have been reading Matthew Dicks' book "Storyworthy". Reading, enjoying and thinking how apt it is in this point in my life as memory has a tendency to slip. Part of the practice he advocates is called "Homework 4 Life". I have created a google form with two fields: name and memory. The idea is to remember one notable memory of the day or that rose during the day. The image below holds text for Day 4. The act of noting memory is helping to raise more sunken treasure every day. #Smallstories
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As we bear witness to our high holy days of Bleak Friday and Cyber Moanday I recommend you watch "Happiness": https://peertube.mastodon.host/videos/watch/b74fd102-df79-4510-8721-3ab58c65bfb3 or scan the QR code. Get happy and woke, no joke.
An Ode to Mastodon
But these are not diminishments,
not a photocopy of a photocopy. No.
They are amplifications
of the crest
of the heart's pumping wave,
Thanks for the Memento Mori
I am reminded
of David Hume,
but I can’t remember why.
Suddenly and muddily,
a dead carp of a phrase rises
from Sister Helen’s philosophy class
45 years ago.
“Constant conjunction, not causality”.
I taste cinnamon,
rind of orange,
Grandmother’s English Breakfast tea
in nice china cups and saucers,
in dorm rooms.
Just as suddenly
like a drained canal,
I am a hedgerow,
illegible to those who live within.
They have never asked,
"Who are you?"
my "urge and urge and urge",
the generative urge of my world.
I suffice the birds and the worms
and the grapevine
and the bramble
and the rose.
that I am.
I am not legible.
I am no monoculture.
I sing to them,
"Keep wilding and re-wilding
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A Haibun for the Day After Market Day
The pasture below the house is framed through the window at the kitchen sink. Yesterday a flock of grown lambs grazed there without care. Unfated. Today, no one grazes.
Oh, so very cold.
I'm plunged deep into that spring,
an icy sink...oh...
#haibun is the combination of #smallstories and #smallpoems (#haiku): http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/haibun-poems-poetic-form
A flickering candle in a sconce. #smallactions between friends on Mastodon.
Father, husband, shepherd, bird on a wire, concierge. (LAL 1.3)
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