This morning I woke up early after cooking at a friend’s house, had a coffee, read the increasingly dark news, and decided to walk home and think a little. During my walk, with the brilliant early sun, cool March air, and that news on my mind, I decided to do something different with my writing here. I want to write about something decent, something lovely if possible, and do it every day while we watch our world be turned upside down, at least for a while.
There is an irony in the fact that when things look dark, beauty gets in our faces and challenges us to see it, to stop the thought stream, and be here now- and it intends no spiritual challenges, it simply looks back at us. Right now an orchid is blooming on my table and the intense sun is working its way around the hotel next door on its way to illuminating the orchid’s blooms. It is already glowing through the leaves of my bird of paradise. They are luminous.
It is Sunday but the immense granite church across the street is quiet. I don’t know if they canceled services but I suspect they have. During my walk the streets were empty. I saw a man walking his little dog coming towards me but couldn’t make out his face with the sun glare in my eyes. But he said my name and it turned out to be my friend Will. We made a little small talk, pointedly not commenting on the pandemic, and I walked into my building thinking about what good thing I could write about. I guess this is it. The sunlight and an orchid on a table.
March 15, 2020