Right Here, Right Now
Geese and Goslings; Tug and Barge
An express train
raced through today
with the names
of dead luminaries
painted on the sides
of its passenger cars.
was hitched to
Hook, Line, Sinker, Tree, Drat!
It's not that nothing has happened since my last post in January. I did earn my certification as a personal trainer from NASM. I am in the process of building Recovering Your Body as a website, a business with a mission (or is it a mission as a business?), and a column for a new magazine for people in recovery, Renew. I am talking with some extraordinary people — partners and colleagues and people who are just helping me out — in the process of doing so. I'll be writing more about all this as things develop over the summer. It feels very right.
Deirdre and I are also in contract to buy a small getaway on a tranquil lake in Garrison, which is only 40 minutes away — close enough to work with a client or play a softball game in Westchester and return to hike or bike or write.
But the fact is that I find the winter months uninspiring. Not depressing, necessarily, or even bluesy. Just more inner-directed than outer-directed, and nothing to write from home about.
All sorts of adventures come with the sun. Here's my set-up right now (see above left). The back yard. The Yanks on the radio, winning (Mariano just gave up a grand slam). Clematis blooming on the fence. Tomatoes planted. A rosebud peaking through on the bush behind me. Cats trolling the yard. Music and squeals from the Popcorn and Puppets festival for kids wafting up from the riverfront. A slight breeze rustling the leaves. Bliss.
Speaking of the river, I've been down at MacEachron Park, where the Puppets and Popcorn festival is today, the last couple of days. As always, it pulled words and images out of me. They are in the sidebars.