Receiving

Yesterday I was at Stinson Beach on a misty day.  

I carried the words of Rilke: The future enters us in order to transform us long before it happens.

I looked at empty crab shells, rocks, waves, sky, and sand.  What enters me now?

What moves within?

Science at the Beach

The New Year

The New Year begins for some, for those who are Jewish, and though I’m not, I, too, feel a return to renewal and beginning.  Today,  I paused and watched birds on the bay: pelicans, egrets, ducks, and Canadian geese.  I came home and watched a little wren.  Then, at 8:30 I went out to be with the stars recognizing that not long ago it was light at 8:30 and now dark where I live.  Change, and we move into Fall!

I come to these words of the poet Nikki Giovanni.  

I’m glad that I understand that while language is a gift, listening is a responsibility.