I’d like to end tonight with a poem, she said.
It’s called El Rio Abajo El Rio, or the river beneath the river. It means that no matter what happens in your creative life, there is this pure, artisan river that flows within us. Even if people dam the river, it flows. Even if people pollute the river, it flows. No matter what pervades us, no matter who has tried to destroy us, no matter what happens on the surface, under water, the river flows.
And then she read the poem.
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.
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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
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