Stepping Deeply

Each day a little more darkness, a little more velvet in which to wrap.  The trees may be bare but inside we decorate with exuberance.  For over forty years we’ve met with a group of friends for an early brunch and a journey to a Christmas tree farm to cut down a tree.  Covid put an end to that but we did risk a smaller meeting on Saturday.  These people love to decorate for Christmas.  I share some photos from their home and this quote on which to lift even as our roots nestle even closer together to warm these long, cold nights.

I once asked a bird,

How do you fly in this gravity of darkness?”

And she replied, “Love lifts me.”


A Place for Everything
Here Comes Santa
Light Is Everywhere

Hidden and Not-so-Hidden Treasures

What I love about where I live is that after 45 years, I can still discover something new, and that is also true everywhere.  My friend Elaine Chanscherer and I met by the bay on the East side of the Golden Gate bridge on Sunday.  We discovered a bar/restaurant with a view and thrilled to the up and down dance of a sea lion.  These are some of Elaine’s photos from our day.

Today I curl and unfold within the words of Alan Watts:

In the process of growth the oak is not better than the acorn.

Hair reflecting with the clouds
A Sea Lion Friend
Imbibe with an Amazing View
Such a day
Capturing the sun’s slant
Stepping Up

A Beautiful World

I was outside last night with the moon and stars, and now this morning the sky was still bright with stars.  Light comes and the birds sing and flit joyfully these late summer days.

This morning I read Garrison Keillor on his experience at the Mayo Clinic. He exclaims over the care he’s receiving and how many of the nurses these days are male, a vocation carefully chosen, appreciated, and enjoyed.   

I remember my mother’s care from a male nurse, and the care I received when I went through radiation treatment.  The male nurse who handed us our gown, always made sure they were newly warmed.  He prayed for us each day.   

Celebrating the dedication of teachers and medical workers, male, female, and evolving choice is a way to deal with challenges in the news.

Today I dance with the words of one of my favorite authors: A.A. Milne:

“What day is it?” asked Pooh. “It’s today,” squeaked Piglet. “My favourite day,” said Pooh.

Avocets at low tide in the marsh


Reaching for Touch

Winter Solstice

It’s the time to celebrate the return of the sun, the light, even as we enter winter.  

Henry David Thoreau said: “In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts, whose windows and doors are half concealed, but from whose chimneys the smoke cheerfully ascends.”

Pathways Call

Pi Day Eve

I’m baking pies because tomorrow is Pi Day, a day to celebrate the consistency and wonder of the circle.  Where would we be without circles?

The importance of pi has been recognized for 4000 years.  By 2000 B.C. the Babylonians and the Egyptians recognized the constant that every circle has the same ratio of circumference to diameter which is 3.14 and counting. By the start of the 20th century, about 500 digits of pi were known. With computation advances, thanks to computers, we now know more than the first six billion digits of pi.

So think 3.14 and go from there on March 14th.

Here are some images to delight, as you make or buy a pie to celebrate.