More Photos for May Day
May Day
As a child, we made baskets for this day and filled them with candy and flowers, and hung them on our neighbors’ doors. This morning I read that baby swans were just born at the Las Gallinas ponds, so out I head for a May Day celebratory treat.
Your Own Drummer
Be out of sync with your times for just one day, and you will see how much eternity you contain within you.
Rainer Maria Rike –
The Corded Chord
In the living room, I have a wall of books, all of which were removed so the shelves could be painted. Mindfully, I’m putting them back, pausing, arranging, giving away and though I’m not physically out walking this weekend, I feel the joy of traveling through books I touch, peruse, and love.
I make a chord.
Rebecca Solnit:
Walking, ideally is a state in which the mind, the body, and the world are aligned, as though there were three characters finally in conversation together, three notes suddenly making a chord.
China Beach in San Francisco today
By the Bay
Earth Day
Gary Snyder:
Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.
Reflecting
I’ve been in Menlo Park with my three-year-old grandchild. I’ve been living the life of exploration, discovery, and imagination.
Today I spent time with him in his preschool, so I was with a group of three year olds. Because I lived in Florida and San Diego and have spent wonderful time luxuriating and playing in the sun, twice a year, pre-cancers are frozen off my body, especially my hands. Today six children gathered around me, very concerned about my “ouchies”. They held out their smooth young hands, hands in an array of colors and tones, and I wondered how we ever got into disagreement around skin color. Skin is our largest organ, our exchange between in and out, and for these children, there is nothing to notice or discriminate against. Their only concern was my ouchies.
I also saw negotiation in action. When there was a conflict, a discussion between the two children ensued, with an examination of what happened concerning hurt feelings and/or physical hurt. When all was resolved and understood, if a hug was desired, a hug was given. I think of all the squabbling happening these days. Could it be resolved with discussion and a hug?
Grandchild is ready for a bicycle, and so there has been discussion on who gets to give it, and how, and when. That leads me tonight to the wonderful response to the letter asking whether or not there is a Santa Claus. Yes, Virginia, there is.
Yesterday I drove down state route 35, Skyline Highway, which goes between 280 and highway 1, two routes I usually take. I stopped in two places where land is preserved for nature and sacred hikes. California is an extraordinarily beautiful state no matter which route one takes.
Sausalito
After rain in the night, I rise to go to Sausalito and immerse in the sounds of the bay. I meet some people who’ve come down from Tahoe. After a winter of white, they want to see green. We have green, blue, purple, and pink.
Visit to the Past
Yesterday we went to Felton to ride the Roaring Camp and Big Trees steam train. We went last year, and our three year old grandchild was excited to go again, as were we. What a thrill to go high, high, high into the redwoods and back down to stroll among the trees in Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park.
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