I can’t hold my breath too long. My instructor says I don’t use my legs correctly, I almost power strictly from my arms— and definitely when I kick off the wall when jumping in. At least I jumped in, but have to go back to where I started. When I write, images to the words formulate, but don’t get very far. I work with the premise, it goes as far as the imagination. Like a train, I need to add some cars. The fear of swimming(real). The fear of writing past a line or two.
An invitation to be in the moment
This morning we decided on a spontaneous trip to Baker Beach with our two-year-old son.
Our city by the bay is done with Summer. That summertime fog that we wake up to is no more.
Homeward bound after a month in the USA
One day-One Hour- One Minute- It will happen. It is inevitable. Except it already has.
Top 10 Things To Do In San Francisco
If you live in San Francisco, you know to avoid Eddy and Leavenworth Street... *stab*
Wrote this the day after the attacks in Paris but was reminded of it this morning when I read the news about the bombing in Turkey
In Search of Color