It’s a quiet day here on John”s Island, on my back porch office. This morning was a lazy one, filled with reflection. It’s possible to be grateful, content, meditative, fearful and angry within just a couple of hours.
Back porch office, Casa de Updike, Johns’s Island
The birds are apparently not hungry. I hear them calling to one another in the woods. It’s a language I don’t understand, but wish I did, a melodic cacophony. Walking through a mall in Beijing comes to mind. Probably they will come down soon for lunch. Peanuts and sunflower seeds every day free for the taking, first come- first served.
Brash handsome jays calling, jeer, jeer jeer, graceful doves, cardinals, (love to watch the mom feed her loud, demanding babies), woodpeckers: a downey woodpecker and what looks to be an endangered red-cockaded woodpecker, which will both soon be gone due to developers denuding the surrounding forest, a pileated woodpecker, yik-yik-yik, that was the inspiration for the infamous Woody the Woodpecker, juncos, and other unidentified chirpy sparrows, loud barking crows… and then, a large predator swooped into the forest. Too much in the shade of other trees for me to see what it was with my binocs, but the crows knew. They gathered together screaming and flapping like regiments in battle, and forced it back, and off.
We should be able to do the same to the Tea Party that threatens our way of life in America, just as the Taliban are in the Middle East. Think about it, & check out the similarities at Politburo of Teabilly Mockery.
*open carry of military weapons, despises and wants to topple the US Government , supports the death penalty, opposes women’s rights, anti-abortion, wants to teach religion in schools, integrate religion and state, no respect for law, authority, or the president, views homosexuality as evil. Scary.
I can’t imagine the bird scene in the jungle or even the town that is built on the Amazon River in the jungle, but in seven weeks I will be there. First a few days in Bogota, then fly to Leticia, Amazonas. Can it be anything like I imagine it?
Walking through the Amazon forest en route to an indigenous village, paper and pencils, maybe a portable CD player, teaching them our language-learning theirs. It makes the dreaded yellow fever vaccine, and the mosquitos worth it.
I spent Sunday with my daughter and her boyfriend at a lake home she is going to buy. In the back is a 12X20′ cookhouse that I’ll turn into my studio. It won’t be the first house I’ve transformed, but probably the last. It will allow me freedom: to be with my family and friends, write, travel, kayak; what else could a nomadic gramma ask for? Lucky me.
Relaxing with Anna.
Dock, Goat Island.