En route | Bay Area room with a view

Each morning I wake up and walk outside to one of the more expansive views taking in the whole bay in one breath, from Marin to the Golden Gate Bridge to the southern tip of San Francisco. In the morning the fog rolls in and up. At dusk, the fireball settles into the mountains and…

What you see

The full moon last night, the Flower Moon, looked like a glowing orb, plugged in and pulsing. The earth tilts away, clicking off time zones. Each set of eyes that take it in join in the rare moment of seeing things the same way. Perfectly beautiful. Speechless. Responding to beauty is one of the things…

Invisible Planes

A song inspired by Felix Baumgartner‘s freefall to earth, and other unlikely acts of love. ‪ Like Wonder Woman’s invisible plane, Baumgartner’s long-distance luge to earth was both otherworldly and at the same time within reason. After he slid back down to the ground from the stratosphere, he stood up, brushed himself off, and cheered. It wasn’t that he…

Fly fishing

The losses we incur pose as weights– leaden sinkers that line our pockets and drag us down. But take a fly fish hook of fur, feathers, lead weight and wire, cast out far to slice past the surface to the river’s inside. We are like that. Reeling in the gains, the tungsten loss just heavy enough to…