Day 5 reflection on 2nd round of remote learning...

day 15
of our second lockdown --
3rd covid test
and 3 new face masks
with birds flying
across them --free--
the 7th daffodil
opened today--
the morning
hidden by fog--
the afternoon sun
made everything feel normal
our little dog's tail
always happy

— Rob Cairns (@robbiepoet) July 17, 2020

All staff at my workplace totally felt the same way --toughest week ever--you have described so well. Such a fragility, stress and sense of overwhelm all week --so difficult , we also had to learn new platforms and changes in direction to RL so fast. Incredibly challenging. ❤ https://t.co/KgT4CtyaAQ

— Rob Cairns (@robbiepoet) July 17, 2020

article on Dan Andrews...

A beautifully penned article. I especially loved the connection with Shakespeare's Henry...That added extra philosophical dimension to your statements. I also liked how you did not sugar-coat Andrews. But instead, demonstrated how/why to prize him as an 'honest' politician.

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) July 17, 2020

thoughts on trees...

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons.
― Herman Hesse
Image: https://t.co/0g6tOROHo7 pic.twitter.com/2UcYxJUB9u

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) July 17, 2020

Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”
― Herman Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte
Image: https://t.co/u80lqLCRLZ pic.twitter.com/cJmJECGzZL

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) July 17, 2020

snowy trees...

snowy trees
the alluring charm of
winter shapes #haiku https://t.co/kvCpW8LBXo

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) July 17, 2020

voice of wind chimes...

softly
deep in the dark cold
the tiny voice
of chimes
sings to me #tanka pic.twitter.com/Ku4KVUZ7rZ

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) July 17, 2020

Love the deep and gentle tones of these wind chimes on my front entrance archway...

a nest...

It is a cold Friday night.
I have gathered the clothes from the line and placed them on the lounge.
They make a lovely nest to sleep in.
When I was young, I loved to lay in the dried clothes and dream.
My mother would drink tea and talk the sun across the sky... pic.twitter.com/jDcRiGcvRv

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) July 17, 2020

There is something so calming...
so settling...
about this scene...
especially at the close of
a very strange, unnerving working week...

There's a gentle reminder here...

nest in the place that matters...

there is really nowhere else
of any lasting importance...

Just Dropped In...

No real idea why these lyrics resonated with me today...
- The First Edition - 'Just Dropped In' [Kenny Rogers (1938-2020)]

Maybe just the feeling that today is the last day of remote planning for remote learning...

The frontline begins on Monday...



I woke up this morning with the sundown shining in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in

I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in
I watched myself crawling out as I was a-crawling in
I got up so tight I couldn't unwind
I saw so much I broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

Male Wheatear...

The fine detail on the inner wing feathers is amazing... https://t.co/rP02jgIUPn

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) July 17, 2020