I am quite used to this “self-isolation”, I’ve been working from home for well over a year now. I’m comfortable in my own company and I have plenty of things to attend to at home to keep me occupied, so boredom is a stranger in my home.
I’ve found that I need to have some structure to my days, especially since the onset of this awful pandemic. So I divide my time with photography, editing and decorating, although the decorating is going slowly because materials are difficult to source.
I do miss my long walks in the countryside and woods and coast. Communing with nature, being attentive to the lives of the birds and trees and the myriad of fellow creatures in the long grass beneath the hedgerow. I hear the wind sigh through the tall poplar trees, calling me, and I am reminded of Mary Oliver’s poem;
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally, the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness,
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.
This beautiful song by Monica Zetterlund and Bill Evans called Vindarna Sucka (The Wind Sighs) also comes to mind. Here it is with a video of some of the photographs I’ve been working on.
I discovered this beautiful composition while listening to Short Cuts from Falling Tree Productions a year or so ago. I highly recommend a listen if you have not already discovered their wonderful audio creations. I am spending some of my time at home listening to their extensive back catalogue.