Walking the Walk
From Anne Lamott’s Operating Instructions:
I just remembered the other day a weekend …
when I was seven or eight
and my older brother was nine or ten.
He had this huge report on birds due in school
and hadn’t even started it,
but he had tons of bird books around
and binder paper and everything.
He was just too overwhelmed, though.
And I remember my dad
sitting down with him at the dining table
and putting his hands sternly on my brother’s shoulders
and saying quietly,
patiently,
“Bird by bird, buddy;
just take it bird by bird.”
That is maybe the best … advice I have ever heard.
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A gift that has come in the wake of the many unexpected turns Dave’s and my summer has taken is its unceasing invitation to ‘just take it bird by bird.’
Across the Atlantic in France, my friend Simone, an artist I met online about eight years ago through her compelling art, is several weeks into a pilgrimage she has long dreamed of, solo hiking the GR10, a trail that crosses France from the Mediterranean coast to the Atlantic coast and runs almost entirely through the Pryenees. She, too, is invited repeatedly to ‘take it bird by bird.’
Of course, life invites us all to be in each moment, no matter the circumstances. We need but RSVP yes by yes.

after a photo taken by Simone on the GR10
7 x 7″; acrylic, latex, pencil, and ink on sketchbook paper
abstract landscape
2023
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