March 20th, 2007

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At 5:00 today, it is officially spring, so begin celebrating now.

I looked in the mirror this morning and saw I had a tick so that was a bit of a trauma as we used matches and alcohol to get it off and then read on-line that that was not the way to do it, but friend tick is now in a jar for testing if it seems I develop symptoms of Lyme.  Because of my brother's experience with Lyme disease, I am really wary of that.  Luckily, this tick chose a very visible place.  I have not been out in nature since Thursday so either it has been hanging out or one of the kittens brought it in.  Lots of fun!!

It is softly raining and I am over to the East Bay for the day.

Soft spring to All!
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Evening -

I had a lovely day and was blessed enough to have, along with others, three hours with Marion Rosen today, a woman who is totally down-to-earth, and yet, truly is an exquisite presence of joy twinkling divinity.

I have been feeling in these last few weeks a bit shaken up like the area of the Earthquake Trail out in Point Reyes.  It seems like an earthquake has taken place in me, as I adjust to the trauma of last year, but somehow today, it was like leprechauns were taking  root in the newly opened spaces inside and there is new life and light.   Lanterns burn brightly within tonight. 

I heard from a friend today who has now completed radiation.  She has felt her sadness around it as she has gone through it.  I'm not sure I did, and I think it is coming through now, a deeper sense of what I went through last year, and the vulnerability of life as we know it here. 

Ellen sends me a poem by Robinson Jeffers. 

Hurt Hawks


The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder,
The wing trails like a banner in defeat,

No more to use the sky forever but live with famine
And pain a few days: cat nor coyote
Will shorten the week of waiting for death, there is game without talons.

He stands under the oak-bush and waits
The lame feet of salvation; at night he remembers freedom
And flies in a dream, the dawns ruin it.

He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse.
The curs of the day come and torment him
At distance, no one but death the redeemer will humble that head,

The intrepid readiness, the terrible eyes.
The wild God of the world is sometimes merciful to those
That ask mercy, not often to the arrogant.

You do not know him, you communal people, or you have forgotten him;
Intemperate and savage, the hawk remembers him;
Beautiful and wild, the hawks, and men that are dying, remember him.


I'd sooner, except the penalties, kill a man than a hawk;
but the great redtail
Had nothing left but unable misery
From the bone too shattered for mending, the wing that trailed under his talons when he moved.

We had fed him six weeks, I gave him freedom,
He wandered over the foreland hill and returned in the evening, asking for death,
Not like a beggar, still eyed with the old
Implacable arrogance.

I gave him the lead gift in the twilight.
What fell was relaxed, Owl-downy, soft feminine feathers; but what
Soared: the fierce rush: the night-herons by the flooded river cried fear at its rising
Before it was quite unsheathed from reality.    

    - Robinson Jeffers

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Here is Denise Levertov!!

Come into animal presence.
No man is so guileless as
the serpent.  The lonely white
rabbit on the roof is a star
twitching its ears at the rain.
The llama intricately
folding its hind legs to be seated
not disdains but mildly
disregards human approval.
What joy when the insouciant
armadillo glances at us and doesn't
quicken his trotting
across the track into the palm brush.
What is this joy?  That no animal
falters, but knows what it must do?
That the snake has no blemish,
that the rabbit inspects his strange surroundings
in white star silence?  The llama
rests in dignity, the armadillo
has some intention to pursue in the palm-forest.
Those who were sacred have remained so,
holiness does not dissolve, it is a presence
of bronze, only the sight that saw it
faltered and turned from it.
An old joy returns in holy presence.

    - Denise Levertov

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local politics -

W.C. Fields, probably not the most religious of men, near the end of his life, was reading the Bible.  He said he was "just looking for loop-holes."

Last night I spent the evening at a meeting at the most local level of politics.   It seems that zoning laws are being changed in my area which will bring in even more traffic and longer hours of gridlock.  One development has snuck through, but now people are paying attention and I was in a standing room only and out the doors angry situation and people had a great deal to say. 

In 1973, a huge project was proposed, Marincello, which would have meant a huge development at Tennessee Valley, a marina at Tam Valley and a freeway over to the beach.  That was stopped, and now, it seems my little area is determined to stop more development.  What is amazing about it is to listen to some of the language and excuses.   The idea of it is to create a community where people work, live, and shop in the same place, but the plan removes our local shopping for more housing and the developers are given cream with their cake.  By the end of the evening, it seemed pretty clear that my volatile neighbors are now organizing to stop this, but what is upsetting to see how far it went without any notice and that is in the days of email and instant communication. 

I am also surprised to hear that seniors are considered to be people who are 62 and it is thought that they don't drive.  I don't know any seniors around here who fit the qualification of sitting in their rocking chair.  Builders also want to build in an area that floods absolutely every winter so badly that you cannot even get through the junction at an extreme high tide.  Every December cars are ruined that park at Manzanita parking lot without paying attention to the tides.  Cars don't run well when their engine is saturated with salt water.  It is difficult to understand except when you consider one plan that I saw that was supposedly environmentally approved and was created by an expensive consultant in Montana who didn't even know the area.  Go figure!

Anyway, we are now organized and I hope you are paying attention where you live too.   We have to pay attention at the most local levels of politics.  As to loopholes, I don't think W.C. Fields found any, and I don't think we should let our politicians find any either.  We elect them and they are accountable to us.  Let's keep reminding them of that.  We actually seem to have a good guy representing us right now.  The woman before who is let a ridiculous project go through.  I think the reins are firmly in hand in our area now and I see it is a tight-rope walk of rules and regulations.  If I want to read the reports for my area, I will need to slog through 1900 pages of reports written in a language not easy to understand.   Oh, my!!

Here is to neighbors gathering together to preserve quality of life for themselves and the environment.  Those who live in a place know it best.   We don't need consultants from outside to tell us what to do, and we don't need to waste so much paper on so many reports.

One man brought four photographs.   One was of Tam Junction flooded.  One was of Tam Junction gridlocked on the weekend, and another of it gridlocked during the week.   Another was of one poor pedestrian attempting to cross the street.   Those four photographs could take the place of a great deal of reports.

I'm actually in a good mood around this because I see that we "won."    Hooray!!