I woke up at 3:32am— by little jolts, rumbling… it was hard to describe. It wasn’t your usual nauseous rolling type. Not even your 15 minute electric massage bed. Just a little shake, like mother nature gently warning me… hey, its for real… but not REAL! Oh no, those in Napa— got the real thing. What was more curious and more memorable— was the sound. THE SOUND… what are the typical sounds of an earthquake.. a 3.4 or 6.0? For me it was as if… a quick rain passed through our street— like hale. It left a scary silence. Sound. Am I waiting for the sounds that come during and after an earthquake?
I remember a thunder— BOOM! while working in Berkeley. I thought a truck had slammed into our loading dock(not unusual). But it was an earthquake— because then we felt a shaking, a rolling. What a difference. At night you were so considerate of our deep sleep. Quietly we asked: Did you feel that? … and then waited.
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