By the Water

Again, today I recognized how blessed I am to have the offices of my medical people by the water. I arrived early this morning for my appointment and walking along stopped and first looked out and then looked up to see a Black Crowned Night Heron above my head. Gifts abound.

A quiet morning for the birds
Observing the world
Is it time for lunch?
Just resting and hanging out
Mr. Firefighter makes sure the plants are wet.

Year of the Rabbit

The Chinese Lunar New Year begins on Sunday.  It’s the Year of the Rabbit, the Water Rabbit.

This has been the Year of the Tiger symbolized by action and impulse so we’re moving into a year of self-reflection and tranquility.  The rabbit is a symbol of peace, and is considered the luckiest of the 12 zodiac animals as it represents peace and longevity. May it be so!

The New Moon brings king tides to our area so we watch the numbers and plan when and where to walk and drive.  The bay overflows and then mud is exposed, in and out, two high tides and two low alternating through day and night.

We, too, as Walt Whitman wrote contain multitudes. It’s time to embrace all with opening and closing a heart-clasp of change.

Pema Chodron in Where is Buddha?

When we look into our own hearts and begin to discover what is confused and what is brilliant, what is bitter and what is sweet, it isn’t just ourselves that we’re discovering. We’re discovering the universe. 

Swirl in the eye of heart
Cormorants dry their wings by the bay


The rain continues, an accompaniment one has come to expect, and yet, it paused for the 49’er game yesterday which helped the 49’er team to win.  The sun is predicted to appear on Tuesday.  

I listen to the tapping now, a reminder to step within to balance movement and pause, silence and sound. 

I’m with these words of Ajahn Brahm from Stepping Towards Enlightenment

Attend closely with sharp mindfulness when one thought ends and before another begins—there! That is silent awareness! It may be only momentary at first, but as you recognize that fleeting silence, you become accustomed to it; the silence lasts longer. 

And for those at Tahoe, the Joy of Snow!
Taste Fully This Living We Share


The rain pours down.  We’ve had hail, thunder, lightning, the works, and I feel a cleansing as roots are nourished and pampered.  Yes, continuing rain is creating problems, and I’m with these words of Robin Wall Kimmerer:

If grief can be a doorway to love, then let us all weep for the world we are breaking apart so we can love it back to wholeness again.

Transition in Grays

Fragility and Strength

We know perhaps what it is to hug a tree, to sit under a tree, and feel the roots twining and living below us just like what’s above, but this week I’ve become aware of trees in other ways.

I mentioned the crackling of a wood fire, how I heard the sounds differently this week, as voices talking, as the tree speaking of new form, change.  

Then yesterday a friend, Anna,  presented the possibilities in tissue paper, the same crackling as the fire when it’s crumbled, and especially when it’s placed by the ear like a shell.

She pointed out that when one makes a circle with the first finger and thumb, and draws a sheet of tissue paper through it, it becomes a lightsaber, a sword.  One can play with its strength and when it comes to tearing off a strip, there is resistance as the fibers want to stay together like the fibers in the trunk of a tree, like when we contemplate the mysterious hand and heart hold of life into death.  

I’m with all that that morning as I feel my tissues, listen to their language, their voice, and what they might want to say on another morning of rain and wind.  I read of flooding in rivers all around me but here, other than plants in pots blowing over and me righting them over and over again, all is somewhat calm.  

I’m with delicacy and strength, and friend and family bonds.

Three year old grandson creates his family in hearts
A redwood family

Nostalgic Presence

With rain falling again today I keep a fire burning all day into the night.  I love the crackling and the smell of wood smoke.  I did the same when my three year old grandson was here this week.  He was entranced with the sounds the wood makes as it burns.  It’s as though the crackles and loud bursts are last words of what life was like as a tree.  That thought leads him and me to a discussion of life and death, something a three year old seems entranced with, and so I read him The Giving Tree, a book I love though I know it is controversial.  Do we just give and give?  Well, certainly that’s what a tree does.

This rain and the burning of a wood fire returns me to the past and words of Ursula LeGuin.

She died in 2018 at the age of 88 so these words are from 2014 when she was interviewed by Heather Davis.

Ursula LeGuin: “I lived when simply waiting was a large part of ordinary life: when we waited, gathered around a crackling radio, to hear the infinitely far-away voice of the king of England… I live now when we fuss if our computer can’t bring us everything we want instantly. We deny time.

We don’t want to do anything with it, we want to erase it, deny that it passes. What is time in cyberspace? And if you deny time you deny space. After all, it’s a continuum—which separates us.

So we talk on a cell phone to people in Indiana while jogging on the beach without seeing the beach, and gather on social media into huge separation-denying disembodied groups while ignoring the people around us.

I find this virtual existence weird, and as a way of life, absurd. This could be because I am eighty-four years old. It could also be because it is weird, an absurd way to live.”

Of course I am typing this and communicating in a modern way and it’s important at times to breathe in the essence of wood smoke as it crackles and speaks.

Remains of the sawmill built in 1830 on Cascade Creek in Mill Valley to provide lumber for building in San Francisco and Marin.



I went to sleep last night absorbed in the luxuriant, bright green moss I saw during the day, absorbed in its clinging to and reaching out from rocks and trees.

I was also with the creek, its soft flow in some places and more wildly in others.

One of my grandson’s favorite books right now is “We’re Going on a Bear Hunt”.  If you know it, you know that you “can’t go over it” and “you can’t go under it, “ but you can go “through it”.

And so, we travel through, not going over or under, but gently and courageously moving through like moss on rocks and trees and water flowing in creeks.

Green Flow on the trunk of a tree
Moss grateful for rain
Creek drops under the bridge
Curving softly = gentle flow

Gratitude Gifts

Today I had a doctor appointment at 9:30 which meant I had to deal with a 7.9 tide at 9.  I left early and when I returned my freeway exit was underwater and closed so I went to the next one which I thought would be clear but wasn’t. I creeped through rivers of water.  It was a little scary but though I got home I also had two necessary appointments so had to go out again. 

I went up the mountain and around, and then between the two appointments went to the Mill Valley Library rather than coming back home.  What a treat to be in the library in the rain, or anytime. It was filled with happy people, computers, and books: a shrine. 

Seats upstairs were full so I went downstairs and found a comfy chair right by and angled to look out the almost floor to ceiling window. Heat swelled up through the vent at my feet. I overlooked the now full and rushing creek and trees. 

Occasionally children’s voices tilted and lilted like tiny lights. Communion! Warmth! Gratitude!

Society doing what it does best. A library – a gift!

Looking up at Redwoods in Old Mill Park
Reverence reigns outside the Library in the park
How to create a Smart Garden
Smart garden outside the Mill Valley Library
Outside the front of the library
Looking up at the back of the library
A wood fire inside the library
The creek

Gratitude for Beginning

I type in the new date, this new year, and I feel like I’m in a spaceship, a time machine.  I never imagined I’d be living in this year.  What a gift, and of course the earth is our own beautiful spaceship spinning the years and seasons.

I notice that already there’s more light, more at night and more in the morning.

We’re spinning Delight!

We’ve had rain like the old days.  Our road river returned and now there’s a sunny day of absorption and reception.

I go outside, surrounded by a concert of twittering and tweeting.  I hear the rushing creek.

It’s a new year!  Celebrate!

Morning today – the hills in reception of a coming return to green

New Year’s Eve

I’m listening to the sounds of rain, grateful, though it means a neighbor’s beloved oak tree fell yesterday.  The photos show a soft fall as though the tree simply paused in overseeing and came down to gentle rest.  That’s how I view this day.  The rain is cleansing and watering my roots, as I pause, and reaching horizontally rather than vertically allow my path to rest.

It is only with total humility and in absolute stillness of mind that we can know what indeed we are.

– Wei Wu Wei

Homage to change and transformation as we leave one year and enter a new one