Ms Uncertainty Principles: East River

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Sunday, August 16, 2020

SEEING and FEELING

Saturday
August 8th 2020
Homeless man with his dog 'Savannah'
Top hat for donations
2nd Avenue between 21st and 22nd Streets

https://youtu.be/FSQxzNuX0bc

Sunday
8.9.

10:00 a.m.

I cleaned the apartment after months of neglect.

It was arduous, exhausting.

At the start, depressing-at the end, encouraging.

5 p.m

Monday
8.10.
5 a.m.
"Manhattan Window View"

12:15 p.m.

19th Street

Menno House

In 1957 our building was purchased by Mennonites—members of a Historic Peace Church—to house conscientious objectors to war while they completed their alternative government service. In the 1980s, house residents formed a local congregation,

Sweet Phlox

1 p.m.

A neighbor who cuts hair for family and friends, brought her equipment to my apartment and gave me a very nice cut.

(no selfie yet)

In the evening there was a zoom Zendo

Tuesday

8.11

Had an optical migraine attack but it passed after I did a series of Jinshin maneuvers my old friend P.M. taught me decades ago when the first one appeared.

(see Link)

6 p.m.

Walked to the East River

Still blooming

High tide

8:30 p.m.

Returning home caught this Sunset

Wednesday

8.12

Another Zoom Zendo Session

the photo caught the zendo itself and me at home

News

shopping

bus stop

Home sweet home

Thursday
8.13
Dank Day

Bright spot

Tenderness born of the need for it.

On Aging
by Maya Angelou

When you see me sitting quietly,
Like a sack left on the shelf,
Don’t think I need your chattering.
I’m listening to myself.
Hold! Stop! Don’t pity me!
Hold! Stop your sympathy!
Understanding if you got it,
Otherwise I’ll do without it!
When my bones are stiff and aching,
And my feet won’t climb the stair,
I will only ask one favor:
Don’t bring me no rocking chair.
When you see me walking, stumbling,
Don’t study and get it wrong.
‘Cause tired don’t mean lazy
And every goodbye ain’t gone.
I’m the same person I was back then,
A little less hair, a little less chin,
A lot less lungs and much less wind.
But ain’t I lucky I can still breathe in.

Friday

8.14

At any age dear Friends

https://youtu.be/G2K-_bkLCrE

links

Migraine

https://www.allaboutvision.com/conditions/ocular-migraine.htm

Menno House

https://mennohouse.org/

Sunday, June 2, 2019

A RIVER, TWO ROSES and WILD STRWBERRIES

East River at Night

Rose

and another one.

When passing the church yard
where the back garden has been entirely neglected,

I noted with joy

the return of wild strawberries I'd planted there
two decades ago.

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THE unspoken RULE IS
Only share the positive
Therefore I won't be declaring the details of various aches and collapses of my aging body, nor the insomnia I stagger through many a long night to dawn, nor the difficulty of tolerating the regular moving in and out of the new tenant population in general, but specifically not how I was rudely awakened too early on a recent morning by voices in my entrance hall and that I discovered I have no compassion for idiots making the error of pushing through my unlocked door while trying to maneuver an oversized mattress down the stairs to their moving van in the street. I rushed to the scene, hollered "DAMN" and slammed the door to return to sleep. Why was my door unlocked? My reason was rooted in an episode of severe congestion before going to bed that felt like a possible heart attack and which had got me to thinking I might have to summon an ambulance in the middle of the night and was attempting to save them from having to break down my door. I locked the door after the incident realizing I was okay after all. I will certainly not rag on about the horrors contained in world news, or of floods and fires across our country, nor pollution, homelessness, gun wielding desperate humans, nor cruelty in general, nor pathological fears encouraged by Governments so hungry for power, they're gearing up for war. No, none of that...I will speak only of Mornings that reveal new life
arriving in an alley between my building and the next one.

Photographed through the screen so as not to alarm.

I will share the wonder of Pete Hamill; his experience of this City as "the magnificent, haunted space" he continued to call home through the decades this audio book, read by the author, conveys so well. Available at Amazon and elsewhere.

or virtually offer this scalloped Potato casserole I baked, filling space with a buttery aroma, and ate with a side of Broccoli Rab actually

or these words from Mary Oliver
"Over and over in the butterfly we see the idea of transcendence. In the forest we see not the inert, but the aspiring, In water that departs forever and forever returns, we experience eternity"

or, from R. Nemo Hill:
"The soul in time, Magellan, is what bends.
I know now how a voyage never ends."

Links
R. Nemo Hill
https://www.dosmadres.com/shop/magellans-reveries-by-r-nemo-hill/
Mary Oliver
https://www.washingtonpost.com/entertainment/books/at-81-mary-oliver-shares-her-spiritual-journey-in-upstream-selected-essays/2016/10/12/ea2e4194-8bfc-11e6-bff0-d53f592f176e_story.html?utm_term=.3ac855595212
~*~