Thought for the day
“When you realize how perfect everything is, you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky.” ~ Buddha
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In the corner of my eye
The last time I was at the drumming circle a woman was there with a little boy who I had seen earlier at a film showing. I asked who she was because her little boy is so cute and was told that she had asked about me too and not in a bad way, like a lot of African Americans might because you are a white woman with a dark skinned child. This morning I…
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Bay Area Scene
I was walking up 4th Street to Market when I saw a woman in a tight floral dress, a cigarette dangling from her mouth, changing from tennis shoes to high heels, her skate board propped against the wall the whole while. Homeless people dot the landscape. A man walked by with both of his eyes black and blue and he was arguing to himself. A man walked by with angry eyes and was cussing under…
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Flowers in her hair
This morning started out funky – I was stiff from having spent the night on a friend’s couch and was freezing cold since the fog had rolled in and had just not rolled back out. I walked over to sign in at the conference and stopped at Cafe de la Presse for a decaf latte in a bowl, which was nice and hot and felt so good in my ice cold hands. Really folks, it’s…
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Open Road
I’m going to stay for a couple of days with a friend who recently left her job after 19 years with the same company. I am bringing her essential oils and bath salts called OPEN ROAD, because both are to open up all the possibilities that await her in her new life. Similarly, I’m having dinner with two gentlemen, one on Monday and one on Tuesday, both who are standing in the middle of my…
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This too shall pass
A long time ago when I was outraged by Amazon (before they were actually helping support independent bookstores) and fearing and loathing Barnes & Nobles and Borders, I never would have thought that I would bear witness to the closure of the mega bookstore and the rise, yes dear lord the rise of the independents. Maple Street Bookstore opened in the Healing Center – I bought a book for my friend I’m seeing in San…
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The language makes the difference
As Tin is acquiring language and I mean rapidly acquiring it, he often gets one word off, like when he asks, “Can I hold you?” I’m leaving for California this morning and last night he asked me in the bathtub if he could hold me several times and then afterwards when we got out. He’s at that stage where tender is achingly tender and terrible is even worse. While he was supposed to be napping,…
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Marsh fires and more
I dreamed that the guy working on our house was also doing an elaborate wood carving to hang over the doorway and I was flipping through a magazine and found a full page ad about his work. Fitting as I feel as if everything is being done to perfection around here but wondering simultaneously if perfection is what we’re after. I couldn’t sleep because of the marsh fire that is sending thick smoky air our…
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Whose life is it anyway?
The life you have led doesn’t need to be the only life you’ll have. Anne Quindlen Tatjana and Tin were at the Orange Couch the other day with Tin wearing headphones and watching his Louis Armstrong DVD on the portable. He had his drumsticks in hand and people kept asking if he is a musician. He’s two and half people! I mean really. But today when he and I took to the streets to follow…
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Let it heal, let it heal, let it heal
Today, one day before the 6th anniversary of the Federal Flood, the Healing Center opened on St. Claude Avenue. Around here nothing gets started without a second line and some music and dancing, but unlike in Treme when a guy says, “Where’s Troy?” as they were waiting on Trombone Shorty, this time it was “Where’s Chuck P?” since it was his Cafe Istanbul (and Suleyman’s) that everyone was second lining down to at the Center.…