jubilance

photo by mom?

watchful

xo

an anecdote of questionable meaning

Yesterday I came across a stark warning of imminent death.  I was wandering around on the side of the butte, little red riding hood style with my wolf friend. He led us off trail on the mossy spongy juniper speckled slope.  It was under a medium-sized juniper that I spotted the flat round beacon of intrigue, my first impression of a wide white mushroom. Then I picked it up, flipped it over and read the following  message scrawled in hasty black marker;

Death shall come to whoever finds this frisbee   

We played catch for a minute and left it there.

I feel a little bit guilty.

xo 

another list

1. hunger before eating
2. sit in stillness
3. quench your thirst
4. create newness
5. resist temptation
6. Let Go of Things
7. expand your lungs
8.

a note from March 16

I have the sense that it is all new again, time has accelerated and doing makes up he greater part of my days.  I am beginning to see change.

Holding true and fast, with an added whirlwind of emotions and possibilities.

xo

"well, life charges forth"

wise words from dad.  xo

loss

space

"The work has been given to the sea as a gift"

Home-made bergamot candles, morning meditation and this documentary: tear-jerker.

  

I am ridiculously moved by those guardian cones!

xo

"you have to want it!"

I keep coming back to this sage piece of advice, hurled down to me from a swinging chair as I pussyfooted through a field of moguls, steep deep and intimidating.

 xo

p.s.  I promised a student I would read a book, and I just can't stand the writing style.  blech. persevere?    

spring cleaning

photo by me

Spring is here, the ninth wave of the mayan calendar has begun and I'm seeking newness in my life.  In the spirit of rebirth, I've committed to some daily habits, picked up two shy foster kitties, climbed walls, hills and a church and this is a start.  xo

another dialectic

It's not in my nature to push.

a note on whales

Last night I breathed in timeless rhythm with great barnacled sea beasts, purple-gray and full with patience.  They stayed with me, surface-bound, until I awoke.  

8.9

Wanting to be a part of it.  xo

a photo for my mood

photo by me

I like the color.  I like leaves.  I like the shadows.  I like that it's light and dark and city and nature and gritty and peaceful and I didn't like it at first and now I do.  xo

probing pain

Incessant exploration of a canker sore.

xx

"My religion is nature. That’s what arouses those feelings of wonder and mysticism and gratitude in me. " -Oliver Sacks

photo by me

Dear quirky, brilliant, endearing Oliver Sacks, 

Thank you for seamless blending of science and art

for unbearable compassion 

and for your deeply inquiring mind. 

Thank you for your stories.  

  

xx 

An anecdote I heard at work

"When my sister Petal was about four, my dad asked, 'what day is it today?' She looked at him and said reproachfully, 'Dad, today is today'".

Allison

"She was careful and muddled and dreaming and lovely.  And though she would move with her family one winter to the forests and slate-blue skies of the Pacific Northwest, and I would not see her again, for a long time I believed in my sleep that I was still living in those months and years, awakening with the thought that she'd be waiting..." (Kevin Brockmeier, Things That Fall from the Sky).

"Things have a life of their own," the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. "It's simply a matter of waking up their souls."- Gabriel García Márquez

photo by me

experiments in soul waking. xx

in hand

Six rolls of film arrived today at long last.  I've also been playing with a new meditation, or the yoga of listening to the inner sounds.  I have not heard anything yet.  xo

On a scale of stagnant to jubilant, today has the promise of a 10.  Happy March. xo