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thinking about lyrics

December 12th, 2017

Mt. Tamalpais is home

Steve Miller’s Fly Like An Eagle came out when my husband and I were in our early twenties and didn’t know each other.  I love that song, especially the lyric, “Time keeps on slippin’ slippin’ slippin’ into the future.Continue reading “thinking about lyrics” »

choose a caliber

December 5th, 2017

writing is worth it

November is National Novel Writing month.  NANOWRIMO is a non-porfit inspirational site.  If you go for the challenge, you enroll and keep track of your word count, with number 50K as a novel completion word count. Continue reading “choose a caliber” »

meditations on childhood

November 28th, 2017

Bernal Heights neigborhood

I walked down a Bernal Heights neighborhood street in San Francisco, and two six year-old boys had their faces inches away from their driveway, scratching sky blue and yellow chalk blobs into its surface, while parents stood nearby, talking about where to put green cans on the street. Continue reading “meditations on childhood” »

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go bigger

November 14th, 2017

how down do we have to go?

The indoor pool where I swim has regulars who attend and work out at the same time that I swim.  Since I’ve been swimming there for over thirty years, people come and go. Continue reading “go bigger” »

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reconciliation

November 7th, 2017

scene of mass execution of the Dakota 38

My son told me to watch the film Dakota 38 and I’d never heard about it.  In case you haven’t heard of it either, the film documents the fulfillment of Dakota Sioux Native Jim Miller’s dream.  Jim tried to deny his dream because of its power. Continue reading “reconciliation” »

living through fire

October 17th, 2017

nightmare on the horizon

Yes, the Coffey Park fire, known as the Tubbs Fire continues burning after a week, and is half-way contained. My brother-in–law and his wife survived the fire because a neighbor called, giving them ten minutes.  Evacuating their neighborhood subdivision took over an hour, and another hour to get to a two-lane road headed west. There were so many cars and only one road. Trees were smashing around them, and blocking other exits.   There was no emergency infrastructure.  They spent the rest of the night in a parking lot miles away, glad to be alive.

“It’s purification,” he told me on the phone two days ago, the first time we talked.  It’s all gone, and he’s well aware his life is forever changed.  Starting over as a senior…..

I was impressed by his positive attitude, grateful to his neighbor for calling to tell him to evacuate.  If he hadn’t called, it would have been too late to leave.  Thank you for caring enough to save lives!

Having been evacuated before, I understand ‘get out,’ and leaving stuff, when it comes to life and death.  No question, lives matter more.  Fear mixes with smoke.  There nothing to describe racing away from home with the possibility your home will never be there again.  What’s in the unknown?

My husband and I didn’t lose everything in the Butte Fire two years ago.  However, it doesn’t take long to forget how lucky we are to survive a horrific fire like that.  A second fire in West Point occurred three days ago, burning 250 acres in the downtown area. Four homes were lost.  CALFIRE notified with a ‘robocall,’ if you signed up for notification.  Too bad for you if you didn’t sign up.  It happened really fast.  The firefighters won that time.

If the wind hadn’t changed direction, we’d be toast for sure.  We were spared. So lucky, again. Deja Vu.

What can we do to help?  A friend of mine and her friend took positive action, and started californiafirehelp.com.  Artists and designers are donating items and 100% of the proceeds got to help California fire victims.

Rebuilding efforts will take years, so thousands of people are reconsidering their life priorities.  Do they want to return to a neighborhood after fire’s toxic waste is removed?  Cleanup’s a major job.  Meanwhile changes won’t happen overnight.  Fire is everlasting.

My home stands today, my brother in-laws does not.  We will never know why.  Random winds change so many lives.  California still burns, and we learn to cope.

 

 

 

 

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no answers but dreams can lead the way

October 3rd, 2017

what to do with stuff?

In this dream, neighbor Larry Smith sits in a lawn chair placing mechanical parts into groups and waiting for instructions of what to make from the parts.  He organizes piles of car pipes and plumbing couplings, large and small bolts and several types of wrenches.  Larry’s face reminds me of my family and friends.  He earnestly looks around, wishing aloud that he’d found instructions to build something from the collected things. Continue reading “no answers but dreams can lead the way” »

natural sight

August 8th, 2017

the purple hour

Light and dark are associated with good and evil, happy and sad, joy and despair, purity and pollution.  Clear day, dark and stormy night have billions of tints and shades along the spectrum. Continue reading “natural sight” »

working a dream

August 1st, 2017

many elder Asians walked around

Dream of meeting Tommy with a group of Asian elders on a street after fifty years and he scolds me for not being careful

Ever since I read “Directing Your Destiny: How to Become the Writer, Producer, and Director of Your Dreams” by Jennifer Grace, I’ve taken her suggestion and I title my dreams.  Including the main action of the dream in the title helps categorize them, allowing for easy retrieval when we look for dream patterns. Continue reading “working a dream” »

changing a value

March 7th, 2017
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Los Angeles is beautiful

My mother was a snob about Marin County, and didn’t like Los Angeles, because of  population, traffic congestion and the heat.  We had the Bay, which made our lifestyle better, more naturally beautiful than the Los Angeles desert.  I was brainwashed to believe that my Southern California relatives didn’t live in as good a place as we did. Continue reading “changing a value” »

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