Thanks Giving

It’s a day to gather within ourselves and with others and give thanks. My father used to chop the celery and onion by hand the night before and cook down the giblets, but now with the aid of a food processor, I rise at five and do it in the morning. Click, zip, whiz, and now the turkey is stuffed and roasting in the oven.

Yesterday I saw four river otters playing in the bay. I also sat in the rock garden at Flamingo Park near me. The rocks are decorated by families in the neighborhood. Gifts abound.

River Otters
Flamingo Park

A peaceful and joyful day of Thanks to All!


What’s that sound?  The creek is running again.

We enjoyed a fire in the fireplace, savored the comfort and crackle of flame, not as fear but as warmth and entertainment.

What a lovely entry into my new year.  My birthday was Saturday and I felt and feel the shift a new year brings, the entry into wonder as all the years gather together like an unfolding fan.

Dzigar Kongtrul Rinpoche:

When we trust our creativity we encounter a supreme kind of enjoyment – an amazement at the natural unfolding of life beyond our ordinary way of looking at things.

Awe – each moment, ah!

It’s Raining!

We won’t take the buckets out of the shower and we won’t go back to a shower every day but what a gift to hear and see moisture falling from the sky.  Our cat Tiger doesn’t understand and keeps asking to go out different doors hoping for a different experience but it’s raining everywhere in his sphere of what’s outside this house.

And I, honoring the shorter days and longer nights,  sink into the place of roots, absorbing and weaving what moves through the soil of my being, the living within and beneath.  

Because of Covid, my driver’s license was renewed automatically, no need to go in for the over seventy test.  I’ve got four more years and the rain pours down and I’m grateful for a roof and a sacred place to be. 

A gift of flowers comes my way –


I woke this morning permeated with Einstein’s words:

“There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” 

I met a friend yesterday for a walk to Tennessee Valley Beach.  We were the only ones to walk through wind and mist to arrive in a sheltered place up near the rocks.  And then the sky cleared, and still we were the only ones there, and the tide came in up close to us and then went out.

Hours passed as we spoke of life and death and what it means to us to be “here” right now, this moment, blessed!

Tennessee Valley


Hildegard of Bingen, born in 1098, wrote, “If we fall in love with creation deeper and deeper, we will respond to its endangerment with passion.”  

Rachel Carson’s book Silent Spring was published on this date in 1962.  Her words, which showed the dangers of DDT, mean we see pelicans flying today.  We hear birds singing. I thank Rachel Carson.

Marcel Proust wrote, “Love is space and time made perceptible to the heart.”

I just finished reading Richard Powers’ powerful book Bewilderment.  I recommend it. 

May we all work passionately to develop empathy and compassion as we fold in and out of this world of Love we share.  

So many niches to explore and bring to Heart


Living here, we celebrate the summer dance of fog as it prances, flows, and blows in and out.

Early this morning, sitting outside, Steve heard the fog horn, and then, nearby, an answering owl, and in response, a little further away, another owl, and then, a third.

Heads bowed today!


Yesterday I was with my grandson.  He gets very excited when he sees bees and he loves to watch them.  I read that bees can differentiate people so maybe they recognize a gentle soul who is curious about their ability to weave the air with flight. 

Leonardo da Vinci wrote:  Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.

Rocks and wood, cones, bark, and soil – the elements weave playgrounds of soul –