On being back

I know: it's not like I was away for months. Even so, there's this "getting back into the swing of it" thing. And the swing of it, well, maybe, having some distance from it, one can determine whether that past swing was one you really want to get back into.

Working was actually good. I actually enjoyed it. I was not bored or frustrated or anxious or resentful. What a change.

But it was special work. Or, rather, special people. I know that not much work is really like that.

This post will go out on the birthday of my mother who died more than thirty years ago. She would be, I think, 100.

A century!

Who back then could have imagined the life of now! Imagine how many birds and insects there would have been in the late 1920s. Fewer cars. None of the modern conveniences like washing machines and dishwashers, I suppose. No AI!

My mother walked to school across a meadow in a place where there are now no meadows.

The robin represents the spirit of dead loved ones.

And the robin is also only itself.And no less precious for that.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrlLMektWv8