The tune for this blog name goes along with the fine and impressive aria O sole mio. As a token of my appreciation of the new ear worm in my head, I give you, for three minutes and twenty one seconds, Signor Luciano Pavarotti, no twiggy build himself. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_mLFHLSULw My unexpected area of focus on … Continue reading Oh tubby me — oh!
It came as no surprise, really, yet when I read earlier today that the President of the US has decided to get the United States out of the historic Paris Climate Accords, the news returned me to that same sense of incredulity, shock, dismay, and finally deep swamps of sorrow that I felt last November … Continue reading In which I sniff my way to hope over Paris
These things I am about to explain would be happening during the Merry Month of May… While all has been quiet this past month on the blog, much has been happening in my life. Things not so easy to bring into words from those nonverbal spaces in my mind where hidden fears encounter my normal … Continue reading In which I encounter a new disease, and Elf does, too
Olives and oranges dot backyards and some sidewalks here in Fresno. In lots of other California localities as well. This is, however, a bit of an anomaly for Elf, Opus and me, being fresh from New Mexico where neither tree grows, much. Whoever thought these dogs might find themselves No-No’d for trying to snack on … Continue reading We now put our paws on oranges and olives
Today her humans are celebrating the birthday of one of Elf the Corgi’s best friends, name of Jericha. Spirits are light, brightness sets the air a-sparkle, and Elf’s eyes shine as well. But earlier in the week she was struggling with unfamiliar pains in her lady-dog bits. It hurt to pee, and the stalwart corgi … Continue reading Elf the Corgi’s Bad Day
Hanging around in between other people's doings is what I am doing these days. First my daughter's wedding, then my move to Fresno, where she has moved with her new husband. The apartment I have dibs on is not yet ready. Thus I spend long days still in Mountain View, fitfully packing, chatting with Elf … Continue reading Roadrunners in winter, part 3 of a series
Death Valley is certainly its own kind of place on Earth. When my daughter and I spent time there back in February, 1998, we were living in New Mexico. Which also features that sort of wide, wide, open, open space that feels as though nobody will ever occupy it on a full time basis. Thus I am intrigued with the way DV felt to a person who lives in upstate New York. She noticed the lack of green. When we were there DV had enjoyed a mite of moisture so flowers had shot up and shoved aggressively colored blooms towards the sky, ready to get pollinated and set seed before the soil would crack open again.
For fun I am reposting this blog. Death Valley is a great spot, wherever we come from to visit. One day I’d like to check in on it one more time. 🙂
The world stretches wide open. Badwater Basin, Death Valley, CA.
Once in my life I could truly say I was at my lowest point. The lowest point in North America, that is, at approximately 282 feet below sea level in Badwater Basin. And it wasn’t a bad thing at all. Instead it was a journey I’ll never forget, a trip to Death Valley several years ago that changed my idea of what natural beauty meant forever.
The desert had never held much fascination for me. I’d been to Arizona a few times as a child, and remembered finding it interesting but so very brown. I love trees and green, growing things. And the arid landscape I recalled in my mind’s eye always seemed to be lacking somehow, in life, in shade, in mercy.
But then I travelled to Death Valley, California. And though green and growing things were few and far between, life was still there, waiting.
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The holiday season just ending presented a curious feel to it this time around. There were Christmas lights draped on a large balcony in the building behind ours, while below them stood glowing orange globes on a sturdy little tree — fruit, actually. Oranges, uh huh. A friend sent a gift of many delicious lemons … Continue reading Hummingbirds and oranges for the holidays
When a blogger friend suggested that as this unusual year, 2016, comes to an end we reflect on our personal positive aspects of it, the idea appealed. That’s a promise and a threat to me, really. The way I usually meet life, as a series of actions and reactions, causes and consequences needing to be … Continue reading On New Year’s Eve
Turquoise pools of summer… disconsolate beneath the clouds of winter ~Me Energy can neither be created nor destroyed; rather, it transforms from one form to another, says the first law of thermodynamics. This week's chaos brought me too much negative energy -- which I now offer back to the world, filtered as transformative energy. A person's reality depends upon how one … Continue reading Chaos into calm