Breach [Origin: bef 1000; ME breche, OE broec breaking] Like a mouth packed shut, the levee wants to open the act or a result of breaking; break or rupture it desires the water’s fluorescence, the water’s depth, the water’s dirt an infraction and so the water, no pale lace collar fashioned of delicate mud, no mistress of careful spilling, the water in a storm surge cracks the floodwall apart gap made in a wall, fortification,…
I’ve always had a romantic notion about the rock called Gibraltar because my second husband proposed that we marry there since we wanted to do it in Spain but Spanish bureaucracy made that near impossible. We took an excursion out to the rock while in Zahara de los Atunes – five cars of Spaniards – what a trip! We stopped at this restaurant to have a typical Catalunian or Andalusian breakfast (it was highly debatable…
Tin’s little friend who is months older than him used to come over and hit him with such force it would knock him down. We were shocked. Now Tin has started. It comes from frustration and usually he hits me because he is in the Ergobaby and very tired and he is trying to fall asleep and wants to be in his bed not in a pouch. He reaches up and starts striking my face…
I spent well over two weeks not thinking about the oil spill in the Gulf. I had left with all the hurricane preparedness I could muster from afar and decided to leave fate to the wind. Arriving home, I’ve noticed a dearth of headlines on the oil spill – almost subdued news. So I dug to find out what is up. I checked my friend’s blog in Florida who is documenting goings on for posterity…
Loca, Heidi and I went for our early walk this morning – a routine that has fallen so far from routine with our travels abroad that it felt like a novelty. The bayou was still black water. We got to the park and the grass had all been newly mown and smelled fresh as a clover patch. The lagoon was still black water. On the banks was a Great Blue Heron and beside it a…
I finally made it to yoga and my body was screaming for the neglect and abuse I have put it through over the last few weeks. But also my mind was screaming for some sorting out of things as well. The theme – moderation. Which is not as down pat as it sounds. See moderation, finding your balance, desiring a center, usually comes from pushing the envelope too far. On vacation it was empty thoughts,…
Across from our apartment in Zahara was a restaurant called Pradillo that was run by a gay couple who the town referred to as the Geishas. Sweetest guys in the world and man could they cook. We’d stop in for a bite and one day we had a soup of garbanzos, carrots, celery, onions, broccoli and it was so profoundly tasty I kept asking what the spices were. It had saffron of course, but they…
I read two books, two short stories, and began a third book on my vacation. The first was recommended on a friend’s blog, Somewhere Towards the End, Diana Athill, which I found interesting and yet had a little bit of a sour taste from the laissez fare life Athill led by screwing other people’s husbands. Just didn’t sit right with me. The next was Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell, which wowed me to the ends…
Lena Horn said it is not the burden that wears you down but the way you carry it. I started this summer travel by writing in a travel journal that I brought with me two years ago when I had a sabbatical and went to Hungary and Croatia. The travelogue begins this way: I’m running away from my life. That statement isn’t entire accurate because I love my life and I’m not running away but…
Last year, we went to Portugal to assuage our depression over not being able to adopt the little baby girl about to be born. We took this photograph in the Atocha train station in Madrid. This year, with Tin, we were in the Atocha to head down to Zahara de los Atunes for our summer vacation. We sat in the same place and took this photo: