Our people

I’ve lost a lot of very good people to this truth. But first, I lost myself. Because we’re not born into the education about how to flow with the growth of our own life. We’re born into the construct of the five senses, and instructed to bow to the mores of a society which we’re … Continue reading Our people

White Noise

This morning I felt it. As I sometimes do. I woke up early before the world to see the quiet, and the cool stillness.  Nature--the Great Mother--was baring herself to the unconditional acceptance of the sky and falling back into the wonder of itself. And I paused on my front porch while my soul connected … Continue reading White Noise

Spray of Diamonds

[Just popped in a Paul Simon CD, and now St Judy’s Comet rides shotgun, rolling across the skies and leaving sprays of diamonds in its wake. Music, poetry, words left out like cat food for homeless cats….it’s all part of love]. I've been waking up at sunrise to love like lightning shaking til it moans … Continue reading Spray of Diamonds

Baby Blue Dresser

October 17, 1989, I was riding my bike home from my Clinical Psychology class at UC Davis, looking forward to watching the Bay Bridge World Series Game 3—San Francisco Giants vs. Oakland A’s—on TV with my boyfriend, when the earthquake struck. The Loma Prieta earthquake. I didn’t even feel it. The 5:35 game hadn’t started … Continue reading Baby Blue Dresser

Sweet love of mine

What a dream I had, pressed in organdy, clothed in crinoline of smoky burgundy, softer than the rain, Was what I started singing last night after taking my youngest to the craft store so she could make a card to thank her favorite coffee shop for their ever-present kindness. What a dream I had, sung … Continue reading Sweet love of mine

Muh Earl

Some pics belie the tenderness behind them. Because when I met introverted Earl--whose history included the passing of his former owner, the relatives for whom did not find new homes for his cats and Earl was put on the street--his eyes seemed almost too sad to overcome the emotional hesitation. And as a pet sitter, … Continue reading Muh Earl

The Dead

Pic 1: "Ladyfinger, dipped in Moonlight, writing ‘what for?’ across the morning sky.” May this day and all others see us into skies speaking songs to the calm of a gentle world. DD2 and I were talking the other day about the 27 Club. It started because she’d told me how much she liked the … Continue reading The Dead