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The Heart’s Weather

I woke up to darkness, which gave way to a dense, dripping fog, which, in turn,  gave way to the sun’s autumnal rays.  This sunlight, inevitably, will make way for dusk, and dusk to darkness.  Something in the day’s weather resonates with the unsettled weather of my heart.  Unable to discern what is true, each oxygenated thought courses through delicately designed arteries only to turn blue and rush back restlessly into the heart’s chambers.

The constant in this day is the beat.

To a Long Loved Love: 3

I know why a star gives light
Shining quickly in the night;
Arithmetic helps me unravel
The hours and years this light must travel
To penetrate our atmosphere.
I count the craters on the moon
With telescopes to make them clear.
With delicate instruments I measure
Secrets of barometric pressure.

Therefore I find it inexpressibly queer
That with my own soul I am out of tune,
That I have not stumbled on the art
Of forecasting the weather of the heart.

~ M. L’Engle

10.25.2010 – Beats and Bursts*

– Lykke Li, “Paris Blue”

Life Keeps Coming…and Going

An extended weekend in the greater San Francisco Bay Area allowed me to spend time with dear friends new and old.  Four days of quality time filled with laughter and conversations that plumb the depths of life.  Grace upon grace.

And before I forget, be sure to check out The 1010 Project, “10 photographers.  10 photos each.  All taken on 10/10/10.”

10.14.2010 – 12.25.2007’s continued “gift”*

10.15.2010 – Unexpected Meetings and M. L’Engle* (Brea, CA)

10.16.2010 – Gold & Blue: Don’t be Fooled, the Grapevine is Not Always Ugly* (On the 5-N, CA)

10.17.2010 – PHOTO FAIL

10.182010 – Views Triptych* (Mt. Diablo State Park, CA)

10.19.2010 – The Goods* (Felton, CA)

– Freelance Whalers, “Enzymes”
– The Vaccines, “Blow It Up”


I can set a little altar, in the world or in my heart.  I can stop what I am doing long enough to see where I am, who I am there with, and how awesome the place is . . . I can see it for once, instead of walking right past it, maybe setting a stone or saying a blessing before I move on to wherever I am due next.

~ Barbara Brown Taylor, An Altar in the World: A Geography of Faith

9.17.2010 – The Heron and Quiet Waters* (Peters Canyon, CA)


Sharon Van Etten, Epic — the entire album can be streamed HERE at NPR’s First Listen.

Back in the Saddle: July Week 3

7.17.2010 – Berkeley’s (the closest thing I have to “home”) Many Faces* Triptych (Berkeley, CA)

7.18.2010 – Unexpected* — and completely out of focus, only photo of the day so this what ya get (Mount Hermon, CA)

7.19.2010 -Bookmarked* (Always in My Bag)

7.20.2010 – Gardenia* (Mount Hermon, CA)

7.21.2010 – Printing Department* (Mount Hermon, CA)

7.22.2010 – Toys were better when I was a kid* (Mount Hermon)

7.23.2010 – Umbrellas* (Mount Hermon, CA)

7.24.2010 – Rx for Melancholy* (San Francisco, CA)

Back in the Saddle: Part 6

6.20.2010 – Air Castle* (Mount Hermon, CA)

6.21.2010 –  My Story*

6.22.2010 -My Evening Working at the Slooowest Computer* (Mount Hermon, CA)

6.23.2010 – 11B2 Diptych* (Mount Hermon, CA)

6.24.2010 – “Well, I’ll be a Huckleberry”* (Mount Hermon, CA)

6.25.2010 – Wisdom…Share It* (Felton, CA)

Back in the Saddle: Part 5

6.18.2010 – Contemplation + Clearing  Lettuce Beds.  Mossy Breeze. Diptych*  (Santa Cruz, CA)

6.19.2010 – Oh Santa Cruz Diptych* (Santa Cruz, CA)


I grew up on Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea.  They were my go-to sick-day videos as a child.  Hours were spent dreaming of life on Prince Edward Island, puffed sleeves, and Gilbert Blythe — who is my version of Mr. Darcy.  I was mesmerized by L.L. Montgomery’s intensely profound appreciation and understanding of the foundational things in life: a sense of home and self, and the centrality of family and friendship as under-girding the former.

Anne Shirley and Diane Berry were “bosom friends,” friends who carried the other’s hopes, dreams, happiness, successes, questions, fears, and burdens in her heart, protecting and nurturing them as her own.  For years I longed for such a friendship.  To my heart’s great delight such friends have entered my life.

One such friendship began in law school and has witnessed hours in the ER (and the resulting Harry Potter scar), dumpster diving for day old bread outside of The Essential Baking Company, a deep love for PCC‘s vegan peanut butter “chocolate” cookies, long walks home weighted down with 30+ pounds of books and a laptop, decompressing the mental and emotional stresses of life and school, laughter after I managed to (yet again) spill red wine on her white carpet (thank goodness for OxiClean!), declaring the beauty of tears shed for joy and for the things that break our hearts, and the transformation of hearts.  KEC reminds me of the importance of taking delight in each moment, in each tear, and with each breath.  She reminded me of this again today when she sent me the following poem:

Wake up. Day calls you

Wake up. Day calls you
to your life: your duty.
And to live, nothing more.
Root it out of the glum
night and the darkness
that covered your body
for which light waited
on tiptoe in the dawn.
Stand up, affirm the straight
simple will to be
a pure slender virgin.
Test your body’s metal.
cold, heat? Your blood
will tell against the snow,
or behind the window.
The colour
in your cheeks will tell.
And look at people. Rest
doing no more than adding
your perfection to another
day. Your task
is to carry your life high,
and play with it, hurl it
like a voice to the clouds
so it may retrieve the light
already gone from us.
That is your fate: to live
Do nothing.
Your work is you, nothing more.

(Pedro Salinas)


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4.13.2010 – All Wound Up

JMB, “Cleo’s Song”;
The National, “Afraid of Everyone (feat. Sufjan Stevens)”