My three year old grandson loves Sausalito, loves the word, loves four syllable words.  They’re fun to say: Hallelujah, Maserati, Lamborghini – and now I am with meditation, awareness of embodiment, the gift of connection, the pulsing gathering of flow.  At first, I typed four letter words, and I wonder now about syllables, letters, and words, and how we divide and merge our thoughts and pictures.

This morning, I meditate in the dark facing an unlit fireplace, and yet with eyes half-open, I see flames.

I’m with these words on reincarnation. 

Katie Cannon quoted in The Body Keeps the Score:

Our bodies are the texts that carry the memories and therefore remembering is no less than reincarnation.

I wake to the boat rocking, and the dock creaking with the up and down.  At first, I thought I drank too much wine last night but no, the boat is softly moving.   I’ve now learned that because there is no motor, it is a “floating home”. It can be towed but not move on its own except for this back and forth like a cradle right now.

Last night a friend and I went to a presentation, a celebration of Thornton Wilder.  Sponsored by Sausalito Books by the Bay, it was at the Spinnaker Restaurant in Sausalito, a beautiful place on the water.  There were two purposes.  First, was to celebrate the works of Thorton and second to launch a new program, Literacy by the Bay.  Thornton’s nephew spoke, and then four actors presented parts of Thornton’s works.

Many of us probably saw the play Our Town performed in high school and left it at that, but I see how important it is to revisit what we may have seen when young.  That is true of all great works, of course.  Reading Anna Karenina after having children is different than before.

There’s an homage documentary on Thornton Wilder called “It’s Time”. Time is his theme and it’s worth watching as an invitation to his life and his massive amounts of works, both novels and plays. I’ve always loved The Bridge of San Luis Rey since I first read it in high school. It’s one I re-read periodically.

The day is coming to light and the birds and I come even more awake. Ah, awe, and now I see fog or clouds over the hill, and the moon is still a light in the western sky.

My grandson is three, and words like poop and poopie are very popular.  When I read about the behavior of some people during Biden’s speech yesterday, I thought of how these people behave worse than three year olds because we teach our children kindness and cooperation as they test and tease.

I am beyond flabbergasted and I continue to try to put this in a container of oneness.  Okay, I’m this and that, and yet, again, it doesn’t fit into my belief system of the basic goodness we are and share.

Here are some photos from yesterday to counteract the news.  I don’t have photos of the seal that swam by the dock yesterday and peeked in, or the egrets in flight but I feel their movement, curiosity, and stability.  I spread my arms like a bird opening wings, and open to air, lift, flight, and delight.