Anxious. The state I am always in. A child again. The state I often fall out of… because…
Like the first day of snow, for a child, running out the door. I know, I know ma… Boots, scarf, hat, gloves. Not enough to even slide a boot for a snowball. But I am out and look towards the heavens!
It rains, no… its a typhoon. Alright, it was just mist that has fallen upon a dry city street in San Francisco. I wear my rain coat, dusted off from 2 years ago. I walk with glee. Rain, I miss you. Thunderstorm. I greet you with a dance to your rhythm. Music to my ears. Pattern to my heart beat. It settles like the dampness. Oh sun, take a day off. Head to Michigan or Chicago and light up the autumn leaves. Just once. Let me harmonize to greys and hunter greens.
Today I am chasing, running, drinking, coordinating, wanting, feeling, reading.
My guide had an interview. Some intensely Berkeley-sounding interview...
Feeling steamrolled-over. I am finding more and more that I need time and space to mull things over.
One month ago, seven seasons of Gilmore Girls were made available on Netflix. This morning, I finished season seven.
writers... write. Readers... dream they are writers
I hate being sick because it makes me vulnerable.
Making your own soap.
This morning, friends and strangers got together for a Secret Breakfast Club. We sat in the garden at the Edible Schoolyard started by Alice Waters in Berkeley.