Monday afternoon I was in Sausalito in the sunlight. Tuesday morning I was in Sausalito in mist and fog. Seeing came closer. I felt a special bond with those I passed, intimacy in this shared embrace.
Jane Goodall:
Hope is often misunderstood. People tend to think that it is simply passive wishful thinking: I hope something will happen but I’m not going to do anything about it. This is indeed the opposite of real hope, which requires action and engagement.
Angel Island on Monday afternoonLooking south to San Francisco The next day looking across to the east seems so close as kayakers paddle by ReflectingClouds open to the blue of sky and a bird flies by
It’s a full moon, the worm moon, named for the time of year when in some places rain taps the soil to wake the earthworms to rise and aerate the soil.
We certainly have rain. Yesterday was dramatic in turning the moisture of the sky as earthworms turn and open the soil.
I become more and more aware of how differently each of us perceives and sees the world as my vision continues to open, pause, immerse, receive, and rest. It’s such an adventure, this living, an adventure of stimulation and change.
Pico Iyer: “Let Life Come to You” –
Like happiness or peace or calm, paradise is not found by looking for it. Instead, it comes upon us, or we put ourselves in the right place where it can visit us.
Birdbath beckons easeA cat rests in the rockRocks and plants nest like spring colored eggsBalancing strength in curvesRing Mountain overlooks the movement of the bay A sentry rock awaiting the arrival of quail The light divides the bridge into black and white as do bridges in our thoughtsThe evening sky offers castles and visions to climb and bridge