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Quietude

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I skipped the fireworks this July 4th weekend. I just wasn’t up for it. Last week was such a heavy lift in so many ways, with so much at stake in our democracy. Al and I had no special plans for the holiday, which was fine. I had a long to-do list and needed time to think.

When I finally got up from my desk yesterday for a late afternoon walk around the neighborhood, I was expecting to hear boisterous backyard parties, music, even the pop of firecrackers. But to my surprise, it was quite still. No one else was out walking, unusual for the time of day. Some neighbors had decorated their homes with American flags. One had strung red-white-and-blue bunting from the windows. There were a few homes with a line of cars parked out front, and I smelled some barbecue. But no laughter drifted on the light breeze.

On a picture-perfect Independence Day, the loudest sounds were the chatter of house sparrows and the pensive coos of mourning doves. A few bunnies hopped across lawns. A couple of neighbors, pausing from tasks, said hello. My hydrangea burst silently into full bloom. And that was it.

I am one who enjoys moments like these. As I walked, I was grateful for the peace, the quiet, the contemplative mood. In other neighborhoods across our country, that is not a given. Nor is it a given in other countries around the world.

I hope that you and yours are able to find quietude when and where you seek it. We all need time, right now, just to be.

I’ll be taking a couple of weeks off to do just that, back later in July. Peace.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

Airborne Again

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After 27 months of mostly staying put, I finally got on an airplane once again. And, just as I did in March 2020, right before Covid shut down the world, I flew to Philadelphia to see our younger daughter. We had been planning this visit for months, hoping that neither of us would contract the virus last minute and have to scuttle the trip. Thank goodness, we both tested negative on Thursday night, the evening before my Friday morning flight.

And so, I found myself back in the stressful world of air travel, with its crowds and TSA checks and worries about whether my flight would actually be on time or late or, at worst, cancelled due to lack of available aircraft or staff. Thank goodness, the weather held, the flight was on time, and I survived feeling squished in a cramped, worn-out seat. And yes, I wore a mask from the moment the shared van picked me up at home until I stepped out into the warm June morning and found my daughter, waiting for me in her car.

And we had a great visit. Photos below include some of the highlights: a walk through the Magic Garden of mosaics in South Philly, my first in-person view of the Liberty Bell, an abortion rights rally outside the National Constitution Center—one day after the Roe decision came down from SCOTUS—with Pennsylvania Attorney General Josh Shapiro (Democratic candidate in the crucial gubernatorial race this fall) and 1,500 citizens, a stroll down historic Elfreth’s Alley, and a brief but wonderful tour of Independence Hall and “the room where it happened”—debates over the Declaration of Independence, the Articles of Confederation, and what was to become the U.S. Constitution. Oh, and a lot of great meals.

Flying back on Sunday morning was a bit less smooth: my flight was delayed about 25 minutes because the co-pilot had to arrive from a separate flight, due to last minute staffing issues. Given all the SNAFUs that could have evolved from that one logistical issue, including a delayed arrival of the co-pilot leading to time-out issues for the rest of the crew (yes, this once happened to me), it was a relatively minor inconvenience. Overall, the trip was a home run.

How appropriate to visit Philadelphia at this critical inflection point in our nation’s history, how meaningful to be able to share it all with my younger daughter—and how great to feel like I can travel afar, relatively safely, once again.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

Play Ball

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Today in the Northern Hemisphere, the sun appears at its highest point in the sky and daylight peaks. I always find it ironic that summer opens with a climax of daylight, which begins to ebb the very next day. But perhaps it is the best of balancing acts: as the days grow hotter through summer months, our exposure to the burning sun gradually eases.

Summer always feels full of promise. This weekend, we welcomed its nascent approach with that most summery of summertime activities, a baseball game. Our Fair City is home to the Red Sox minor league team, and we lucked out with a Father’s Day home game in our beautiful year-old stadium, on a comfortable afternoon of intermittent sunshine. Our eldest daughter joined us for a relaxing time with a great view above home plate. And we even won, 5-4!

Some people find baseball too slow. For me, especially in our hurry-up-do-it-now-before-you-miss-out society, the pace is perfect. There’s plenty of time to chat and just sit back, watch the game and all the playful side contests between innings (catch the ball and win a pie!), enjoy a ballpark snack, stretch and sing Take Me Out to the Ballgame at the seventh inning and Sweet Caroline (the Red Sox Nation anthem). I was having so much fun just hanging out with my family that I missed a few key plays, but no matter. The ninth inning packed in some real excitement, and we all had a great time.

For those few hours, I felt transported—away from all the stresses and worries of our present moment. It felt like a real mini summer vacation. I came home refreshed.

Recently I was listening to a discussion about language, how American English is full of violent metaphors to express resilience and success. A good performance is described as “killing it” or “blowing them away.” To be precise is to “nail” a presentation. We’re advised to “power through” pain or adversity, just “hang in there.” To ask someone their opinion, we say “shoot.” And that’s just a small sampling.

While baseball certainly has its own slugger language, the sport has also brought us some kinder, gentler expressions: “play ball” when it’s time to begin; “step up to the plate” to meet a challenge; bring your all when it’s “the bottom of the ninth.”

How would our world change if we framed our thoughts in baseball idioms? How would life be different if we took time to savor what’s right in front of us, enjoy the slow moments and pauses, sing and laugh more? It’s summer here in the Northern Hemisphere. No better time to find out than right now.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

Oasis of Calm

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Last week, I spent four days on Cape Cod by myself, just to focus on my own writing. It’s the second time in about a year that I’ve given myself this kind of mental and physical space to write. It was a wonderful, productive time, in a beautiful setting, surrounded by nature. I wrote and planned and walked nearby beaches of the Cape Cod National Seashore. Nothing like getting away from all the distractions and cacophony of bad news to reset my mind and soul, think about what really matters—and make my own art. Here’s a taste . . .

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

Falling Back

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On Sunday we made the big shift, setting clocks back an hour to Eastern Standard Time and befuddling our brains in the process. Wait, the sun is nearing the horizon and it’s only four o’clock? Every year we go through this rigamarole, and every year I feel the darkness settle.

Sunlight in November is precious. I used to hate this month when we turn back the clocks, bringing nighttime all the more near. But in recent years I’ve come to appreciate it, despite too-early sunsets and crumbly brown leaves. The light is stark. It casts bare branches silver by day and coats them gold by late afternoon.

Nowhere is November light more beautiful than on Cape Cod, where Al and I spent the past weekend. We walked beaches at sunset, nature preserves at Noon, rediscovered a beloved bookstore frozen in time since the sixties, ate many good meals, and just enjoyed a much needed break. Here are some of my favorite photos from our trip. Enjoy!

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.