green daze
images 1 and 3 tibi courtesy of vogue, 2 unknown
I am a few days shy of my 6 months of COVID way-of-life. I haven’t been in nature these 15 years as I have these 6 months. My office has been moved to the other side of the house where it looks out to the woods. Friendly creatures come to the window throughout the day. Sometimes, we have quick hello’s and they seem to have found me as a normal part of their day-to-day. The leaves have started to yellow and the light casts a redder tone throughout the afternoon hours. Fall is coming. At moments, I find myself lost in thought for extended periods of time. Reflecting and thinking of what has happened and what would be nice to happen. The never-ending to do list, but as of late, it’s more of a fuzzy, dreamlike takeaway. It is peaceful at times and others a bit of unrest. A storm blew through taking many branches with it and I was forced to retreat to the center of the house. Felt like it was a fitting metaphor for everything going in the world and in life these days. Center yourself first. Yuval Zommer, one of my favorite illustrators, said “where flowers bloom, so does hope.” I have been saying this frequently to myself in quiet times and in times of unrest. I worry when the silence of winter sets in and the routines become colder and less warm, will I still be comforted gazing out the window in the my green haze? Will I find solace in bitten grey and icy whites? For now, I will focus on the promise of greens, the rainbows of fall and warm-golden light. Winter we will have a new plan, a new palette and new re-set.
