Creek Time
I spend as much time as possible, this time of year, sitting out by the creek that runs in front of our house. We have a bench, a chair and a tree stump we use as a table. Our home is fairly modest by most standards, but we feel so fortunate to have the running water to sit by whenever we want. It is surrounded by short concrete walls and growing green things. Pure serenity.
Especially on Sundays when the New York Times comes to our doorstep, I go outside with the paper, a stack of books, a cup of coffee, my phone and and my iPod. I don't like using the phone for music - I use it for photographs. I don't always listen to music, the water sounds are usually enough, but sometimes I add it on top - often Jazz like Coltrane or something folkie and earthy or sometimes ambient music or whatever feels right. I almost always have three to six or sometimes more books going at any given time. I also have a book I use to write in jokes or ideas for when I perform. That is usually by my side as well.
My life certainly has had 'phases' for lack of a better word that I can think back on and remember certain sights and sounds and places and people. If there are chapters after this phase, I am certain my fondest memories will be of the creek and my time spent outside near it, blissfully.
Especially on Sundays when the New York Times comes to our doorstep, I go outside with the paper, a stack of books, a cup of coffee, my phone and and my iPod. I don't like using the phone for music - I use it for photographs. I don't always listen to music, the water sounds are usually enough, but sometimes I add it on top - often Jazz like Coltrane or something folkie and earthy or sometimes ambient music or whatever feels right. I almost always have three to six or sometimes more books going at any given time. I also have a book I use to write in jokes or ideas for when I perform. That is usually by my side as well.
My life certainly has had 'phases' for lack of a better word that I can think back on and remember certain sights and sounds and places and people. If there are chapters after this phase, I am certain my fondest memories will be of the creek and my time spent outside near it, blissfully.