(Written in long hand on Sept. 24th, but transcribed today)
Unplugged. Writing on paper, pen and ink.
Critical Qualities of the moment in this place
- Cool greenness
- The sounds – far and near
- The coffee and synapses awakening
It’s a cool September morning and I am sitting on the front porch of my rented house in Hyde Park neighborhood of Austin, Texas. The weather is calm.
The yard is green, wet. It’s amazing to see my dead as a doornail lawn looking so green and verdant. Like a mini resurrection here in the yard. Granted, there are at least six varieties of grasses and horse weed sprouting up. And because each species has it’s own height the effect is very scruffy.
The dog is waking up and nosing along the fence line. The Cow cat is walking haltingly along the boundaries of the wooden porch. If that bush tries to eat her she’ll be able to fly back inside the house through the door that has been carefully propped open for her comfort and convenience.
I hear birds close to the house. Chirps and pips. Squawks and cries from the monk parakeets in the IM fields. Dogs barking down the block.
Further away, I hear cars on the roads in traffic of rush hour commutes.
Its the unplugged quality that I find most appealing. I know there are emails waiting to be read, and likely dozens of new posts on Facebook. I have a list here of four emails to compose and research to do. But here on my porch it is peaceful, mellow. No striving beyond pushing the pen across the page. Synapses firing and coming back to waking life from dreams of the night. Hmmm…. coffee 