All of my posts over the last year have been my writing. But, I would like to end the year with a poem by Denise Levertov which has given me my motto for the year ahead. Best wishes for a Happy New Year.
Overland to the Islands
Let's go—much as that dog goes,
intently haphazard. The
Mexican light on a day that
'smells like autumn in Connecticut'
makes iris ripples on his
black gleaming fur—and that too
is as one would desire—a radiance
consorting with the dance.
Under his feet
rocks and mud, his imagination, sniffing,
engaged in its perceptions—dancing
edgeways, there's nothing
the dog disdains on his way,
keeps moving, changing
pace and approach but
not direction—'every step an arrival.'
by Denise Levertov
from Overland to the Islands
publisher: Jonathan Williams, 1958
Frank and Zeke are dogs that I loved and are no longer dancing edgeways in this reality.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Life in so many forms slows for winter.
But, a brief walk toward my neighborhood park
tells me that winter is a time for new beginning
in our climate. Slowness, here, comes in mid-summer
when the grasses go to seed and lack of rain
tempers rampant growth.
In December, even a big Pacific storm is moderate:
an inch of rain, winds 30 mph, temp in the 40’s and 50’s.
So, quiet winter with its short days is a soft renewal
in California. I love living here. It is home and where I was born,
in an early Spring quite a long time ago.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Sending warm Christmas greetings from sunny California.
(Well, it is actually wet and cool today)
Santa seems to be part of the busy crowd in my neighborhood ─
out shopping and stocking up on goodies for the celebration.
I hope your Christmas-tide is full of happiness and warmth.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
A dear friend has the constant quest
as a guideline in her life.
Always looking, just around the next corner,
perhaps where she has often looked before,
but, ever trying to fill the day with interest.
A nice thought for these winter days
when it seems my world is pretty static
and winding down with the year.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Monday, November 26, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
A belated Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.
Oh, how times have changed.
It wasn’t so long ago that even a phone call
to bring everyone to the holiday feast
was kind of suspect….a note more proper.
Hope your day of thanks was technologically
correct and everyone found their place at the table.
Everyone...yes, everyone, family and friends, at our feast had an IPhone!!
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
So many in this busy City
find friendship from their pets.
So many in the quiet country
find companions in their animals.
It seems somehow strange for me
to meet a man on a busy sidewalk
with a friend and companion
that I thought would be found
on a quiet lane.
Silver Laced Poland bantam.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Across from me on the 33 bus:
her shopping bags were brimming,
carrots still with their tops, low fat milk
and nutritious, multi-grain bread.
As we rode for many blocks,
she was talking, maybe a bit too loud,
with someone not there.
She seemed sad, I judged.
And, yet I know nothing
of the fullness of a life
lived in her world.
Where did I find sadness?
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Monday, September 3, 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Monday, August 13, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
I once dreamed of playing with a rainbow,
joyfully sliding through the sky.
Someone had a more practical vision:
an earthbound rainbow drum,
unchanged by transient clouds.
Do the challenges on life’s path
ease from mastering the creative
playground? Just wondering what
I learned on time-worn, static
Photos taken at a new, creative children's playground
in my neighborhood. (Dolores Park, San Francisco)
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Bach thundering in the postlude,
leaving, just as he desired.
Celebration of a life so well lived.
In modesty, he chose Mighty Lak’ a Rose
to balance Prelude and Fugue in D.
And as the last notes faded,
the evening sun streaming
through ancient, west-facing
and farewell, friend.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
Monday, April 30, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Seems so odd, what we remember.
With such a vast store of memories,
I miss the Sunday call,
with my Mom.
The last one ─
The last one ─
about eighteen years ago.
Usually, we talked about weather or
breakfast, or what she had seen on t.v.
Sometimes we would talk wildflowers:
a great love learned from her Mom.
Seems so odd, what we remember.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Wishing everyone many blessings at Easter.
The rebirth of seasons and the hope of a beautiful future
seems to be with so many this time of the year.
My hope is that it true for you.
The creator of this little street garden in San Francisco
certainly has both trust in the passersby
and a light approach to living in the world.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Yesterday, on a chilly outing
with friends, we saw at the edge of a parking lot
two small, stubby cats entwined on the pavement.
Love making? No, I realized that one cat
was very ill and the other was using its warmth
to protect. Heartbreaking, yet heart affirming.
Note: this feral cat was not one of the cats in this observation,
but one that I had encountered a couple of weeks ago.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Stub ends of last year’s reeds
pushing through a vernal pool.
Summer’s crushing aridity and heat
will provide a new crop of sticks next Spring.
The seasons here are reflected in such plain things,
sometimes. Not everything is green or blooming
to welcome us into a time of rebirth.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
A loud, cawing raven perches on the roof edge,
seemingly a predator in this quiet neighborhood.
Undaunted, the tiny Anna’s hummingbird streaks round
annoying the huge black bird…until finally the “threat”
Last Spring, the harassment was directed
at an invader hawk. Hummingbird protector!
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Contemplating the fishing pier with its faltering pilings,
I wonder how many of my own are weakened
by life’s storms, from the constant motion of its waves.
How many solid posts do we really need
to go all the way to the end?
Probably not all of them.