April 27th, 2008

alan's marigolds

Good Morning!

Good Morning!   What a day!   The sun is shining and the birds are twittering so loudly and so much, I feel the air waves must be flooded.  I can almost see as well as hear so many notes in the air.

I watched the movie There Will Be Blood last night.  I think the preview was a disservice.  The movie was much better and different than I expected.  It certainly gives an appreciation for this discovery of oil and the intrusion of drilling.  I do know.  I spent a summer in Santa Barbara, at UCSB, the year,or one of the years, the beaches were covered with oil, and still we drive. 

I offer a poem to counteract all of that.  It is warm and sunny here, so I won't be in a car again today.  I am noticing more people are walking. I used to be the only one I saw walking to and from the store with groceries, but now, I am seeing a great number of people doing the same thing.  I think the talk of going "green," and the price of gas is doing something.   People are taking to their feet, those wonderful appendages that take us so far.  Enjoy.   It is a fantastic day.

 Summer Story   (from Red Bird by Mary Oliver)
   When the hummingbird
   sinks its face
   into the trumpet vine,
   into the funnels
   of the blossoms
   and the tongue
   leaps out
   and throbs,
   I am scorched
   to realize once again
   how many small, available things
   are in this world
   that aren't
   pieces of gold
   or power ---
   that nobody owns
   or could buy even
   for a hillside of money ---
   that just
   float about the world,
   or drift over the fields,
   or into the gardens,
   and into the tents of the vines,
   and now here I am
   spending my time,
   as the saying goes,
   watching until the watching turns into feeling,
   so that I feel I am myself
   a small bird
   with a terrible hunger,
   with a thin beak probing and dipping
   and a heart that races so fast
   it is only a heartbeat ahead of breaking ---
   and I am the hunger and the assuagement,
   and also I am the leaves and the blossoms,
   and, like them, I am full of delight, and shaking.


Ah, awe!

I have been busy with small things, enchanted with flowers, and birds, and repairing my wings, but when I see this photo Alan took of Yosemite, I feel my heart soar, and my eyes raise, and I am in a new place.   I am the nest and the lift.


Book Cover

We are one -

Joan posts this poem for me today, about the same time my friend Joyce sent me the other one.   Mary Oliver sings of how all runs through the other.  Celebrate the beauty of all we are today, and what a day to do it.  Is the day this glorious everywhere?   Yes, it must be.   My heart is ablaze with the light, sounds, and glow.

The Fish

The first fish
I ever caught
would not lie down
quiet in the pail
but flailed and sucked
at the burning
amazement of the air
and died
in the slow pouring off
of rainbows. Later
I opened his body and separated
the flesh from the bones
and ate him. Now the sea
is in me: I am the fish, the fish
glitters in me; we are
risen, tangled together, certain to fall
back to the sea. Out of pain,
and pain, and more pain
we feed this feverish plot, we are nourished
by the mystery.

                                                                                                                      - Mary Oliver

egg stone

appreciation -

How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?

    - Satchel Paige

It appears that Steve and I are going to be traveling a great deal in June.  He is turning sixty and celebration calls.

That has me looking more carefully and appreciatively at home.  I wonder why we would ever leave here, and yet, it is the leaving that stimulates more appreciation.   We need both, and all, home, and abroad.

Book Cover

the media -

Elizabeth Edwards has a good op-ed piece in the NY Times today.  She questions why most of us know the bowling score of Obama, and not more about the issues.  She points out how many candidates weren't given coverage on the issues initially, and so they are gone.  She points out how ridiculous all the press coverage Fred Thompson received and how that took away from what we needed to be looking at.  It is up to us to demand more strength and story on the issues.


News staff is being cut, not increased.   It is sad to see, but maybe those who are left will become accountable and do their job, and maybe we will buy and pay attention to the news that supports that.
alan's marigolds

summer here today -

I head out for a walk to the store.   Children's birthday parties are popped up all over, as are garage sales.  It is fun to walk by and see that there is absolutely nothing I need.   Two Weber barbecues are set by the curb, offered for  free.  I have a barbecue.   There is a love seat for $10.00.  I have no room.  Mostly there are items for children, cribs, clothes, and toys.  I realize as I pass by that,  other than food, I do not need to buy another thing in my lifetime.  I have enough.  It is lovely to feel so free.

Ah, if I keep walking, I may need new shoes.