Falling leaves' small thuds
against the bedroom window.
Showing posts with label anxiety. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anxiety. Show all posts
Sunday, November 6, 2016
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Sunday, July 19, 2015
July 19: Thunderstorm
Earlier today I read a great (and terrifying) article in this week's New Yorker on the potential for a massive earthquake to devastate the Pacific Northwest in the next 50 years or so.
Article on earthquakes--
thunder's vibrations tonight
make me nervous.
Article on earthquakes--
thunder's vibrations tonight
make me nervous.
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
June 10: Phoebe anxiety
My co-worker found a phoebe nest on the ground next to our office with two fledged chicks nearby and one chick almost ready to fledge. We let them be as the mother phoebe was on hand and watching attentively. Later, during a meeting, we could hear her outside the window anxiously chipping at them and occasionally flying down to them with food.
anxious phoebe calling
while we're discussing money
what we pass on
anxious phoebe calling
while we're discussing money
what we pass on
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
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Wednesday, March 27, 2013
March 27: Crows at dusk
I left the house at dusk, and as I walked to the car, heard a large flock of crows cawing loudly up on the mountain. The birds were not visible. What they were yelling at was not visible. Just a clamor in the rising dark on a dreary evening.
Twilight on the mountain.
Calling of unseen crows.
Anxiety settles in.
Twilight on the mountain.
Calling of unseen crows.
Anxiety settles in.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
November 6: Election Day
Unless you've been living as a hermit in a cave for the past six months or more, you cannot have escaped the intrusive media frenzy that is election season. Now the day of reckoning is upon us. I voted early via absentee ballot, so did not participate this year in what I usually find to be a heartening community event, greeting friends and acquaintances in the fire station as we wait in line to carry out our civic duty. Even the town ballot issues seemed divisive this year. But in a way I wish I'd waited to vote in person, because instead of having at least that morning uplift of playing my tiny role in the democratic process, I've been anxious all day long hoping things turn out OK on the local, state, and national levels.
Only the birds coming to my feeder have provided adequate distraction. I'm trying a new bird seed and they seem to like it. A nuthatch returned several times, as did a female cardinal. And a squirrel made a few failed attempts to scale the building to reach the feeders. I got up and watched it for a while after it gave up and foraged in the grass for spilled seed instead. The sun shone on its fur, illuminating a pretty orange streak down its gray back. Its flippant tail looked invitingly soft. For a few moments, I simply admired that squirrel and didn't worry about a thing.
Election day anxiety.
Not to be a squirrel,
but to have such simple desires--
Only the birds coming to my feeder have provided adequate distraction. I'm trying a new bird seed and they seem to like it. A nuthatch returned several times, as did a female cardinal. And a squirrel made a few failed attempts to scale the building to reach the feeders. I got up and watched it for a while after it gave up and foraged in the grass for spilled seed instead. The sun shone on its fur, illuminating a pretty orange streak down its gray back. Its flippant tail looked invitingly soft. For a few moments, I simply admired that squirrel and didn't worry about a thing.
Election day anxiety.
Not to be a squirrel,
but to have such simple desires--
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