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Pandemic Journal: An Entry on Peaceful Writing on the Porch

By Bethany Rohde 12 Comments

Pandemic Journal writing on porch
I blame the purple pansies. The ones I ordered from my local nursery and that someone else kindly picked out for me. Once here, the flowers had to be watered and adored daily, of course, which required me stepping just outside my door. But after I finished sprinkling their little faces and set down my sage-green watering can, I noticed I was still lingering there.

And so—I’ve been tiptoeing back to a refreshing, magical pastime, taking in Simple Pleasures from the vantage point of my porch chair.

Magical is not a word I use often. But it’s been some time since I’ve felt drawn to write. And while living in a perpetually closed system, these outdoor spells have lent themselves to some bountiful journaling in my fat, peach notebook; that flow is a gift.

Other times, the view allows me a drop of bliss. I slide my metal flower boxes across the banister to obstruct my face from the neighbor’s view, and unreservedly stare agape at the evolving clouds. I’m four-years-old again, lying on my cornflower-blue quilt in my humid backyard, growing warm and drowsy as I cloud-watch.

Some years back, L.L. Barkat’s words inspired me to sit outdoors for a few minutes a day. Each evening, for over a month, I’d pop outside, intending to spend about 20 minutes in the yard, and usually come back after 40. I believe I saw more sun-dives and sailing stars that month than in the prior five years combined.

Once outside, I was soothed by the stillness. The lack of wanting.

And then, there were the sightings—

A familiar row of gray and tan ramblers crowned in the almost ridiculous regality of a golden cloud-stack.

The clustered goodness of a lavender whorl’s buds, tightly-knit, slightly overlapping.

The sunset casting its golden hand toward the evergreen treeline, transforming it from black-green to broiler-orange.

All of this set to the soundtrack of my metal wind chimes’ low tones, and those melodious birds I’d often read about.

My predominate takeaway was, This was always out here?

Yes, and thankfully, it still is.

Like many in this bizarre season, I’m physically apart from loved ones outside my home. At the same time, I’m quite tight with my dear family members inside our snug house. (I do wonder how many miles I’ve walked along the circuit from: bedroom/office, to living room/gym, to kitchen/schoolroom, and back again.)

I’m ready for a fresh perspective. A bit of the outdoors’ calm. So I will sit under the sun, which continues to be exactly where I’d expect it; gaze up at a towering conifer that’s clearly been growing here longer than me; and wait for a bumblebee to come focus its puffball-self on the opening corolla of a lavender spear.

Several nights ago, as we loaded the dishwasher, I heard the wild jangle of chimes outside my kitchen window. The thunk of the chime’s clapper smacked the house and raised my eyebrows.

“Well, I obviously have to go journal out there,” I said to my husband.

I poured myself a steaming cup of decaf, and plunked down in the patio chair. The scent of damp sod was thick as I watched the work of the wind-sweeps.

From my left to my right, I saw the gusts run pathways through a neighbor’s lush grass tips, then lift the razzled waves of my own brown hair off my shoulders, and slide out through another neighbor’s silver and blue pinwheel, spinning it into a cheery flash.

I looked across the various property lines in the gloaming and scrawled, We share the wind.

Photo by Nathalie, Creative Commons license via Flickr. Post by Bethany Rohde.

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Bethany Rohde's poetry and prose may be found in such places as: Mothers Always Write, Every Day Poems, and the e-book, Casual, published by T.S. Poetry Press. If she could spend her coffee break anywhere in the world, it would be in the imagined place she used to draw as a kid (and still does). She'd lean back against the smooth trunk of a shade tree surrounded by undulating, grassy hills and watch the sway and flow of the blades.
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About Bethany Rohde

Bethany Rohde's poetry and prose may be found in such places as: Mothers Always Write, Every Day Poems, and the e-book, Casual, published by T.S. Poetry Press. If she could spend her coffee break anywhere in the world, it would be in the imagined place she used to draw as a kid (and still does). She'd lean back against the smooth trunk of a shade tree surrounded by undulating, grassy hills and watch the sway and flow of the blades.

Comments

  1. Michelle Ortega says

    June 10, 2020 at 11:09 am

    It’s so good to read your words here, dear one!
    “This was always out here?” My eyes watered; I’ve felt the same way in quiet moments these past few months. May your peach journal continue to fatten and overflow to other writing spaces.

    Reply
    • Bethany Rohde says

      June 10, 2020 at 5:02 pm

      So cool to hear how that thought resonated with you, Michelle! Thank you so much for reading this and your encouragement.

      Reply
  2. Sandra Heska King says

    June 10, 2020 at 11:32 am

    Bethany! It *is* so good to see your words here again. And so descriptive! I was right out there with you in the “always here” sharing the wind.

    Reply
    • Bethany Rohde says

      June 10, 2020 at 5:05 pm

      Sandra, thank you! Delighted we can share the air. 🙂

      Reply
  3. Megan Willome says

    June 10, 2020 at 4:15 pm

    Yes, of course you had to go out there and journal. And look what came from it.

    Reply
    • Bethany Rohde says

      June 11, 2020 at 6:45 pm

      Yes, interesting what a little change in the weather can do. Thanks for reading and responding, Megan. 🙂

      Reply
  4. Donna Falcone says

    June 10, 2020 at 8:17 pm

    “Once outside, I was soothed by the stillness. The lack of wanting.“ What a gift. And I love how you make me “see” the wind….. beautiful! ❤️

    Reply
  5. Bethany Rohde says

    June 10, 2020 at 8:27 pm

    Thank you so much! I want to give credit to my daughter, “Dot,” for her feedback on my rough draft. Amongst other things, she suggested I sub out “calmed” for “soothed,” and was spot-on. 🙂

    Reply
  6. Monica Sharman says

    June 12, 2020 at 3:45 pm

    My favorite sentence: “The lack of wanting.”

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    • Bethany Rohde says

      June 12, 2020 at 3:52 pm

      I remember when I wrote that phrase it came out fast and summed up a lot of what I was feeling. Thank you reading through and leaving your response, Monica.

      Reply
  7. Faith Whetstone says

    March 21, 2023 at 3:01 pm

    I am struck over and over again at how beautifully you use nearly buried memories of your childhood and your unique awareness of the world around you to take us to a special, peaceful place. Thank you. Mom

    Reply
  8. Bethany says

    March 21, 2023 at 3:05 pm

    Thanks so much! 🙂

    Reply

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