Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Nonny Bird
Sometimes your eyes are open but you are looking at the wrong things.
My grandma Nonny died 5 years ago. I miss her all the time, but lately it hurts more. I spend my dreams looking for her. Scott told me to open my eyes and look at things differently. He said “I’m sure she is here with you still in some way. You just need to open your eyes and see her”.
As I sat in my parents’ backyard writing these words a blue bird landed on a bush in front of me. I’d never seen this kind of bird in Southern California before.
Nonny loved birds.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Diverging Mystic Journey
The sky breathed a thick mist on us as we paddled over cobalt peaks that rose and fell. My arms seemed too short to scratch into the dense waves. The take off was quick and steep, my head rapidly below my feet. Murky water surrounded me.
Away from my neighborhood the waves are unfamiliar, but exciting. Today now seems more dramatic than other days. It diverges from yesterday.
Away from my neighborhood the waves are unfamiliar, but exciting. Today now seems more dramatic than other days. It diverges from yesterday.
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