Today, is the day I put out my new calendars. For my hanging one this year, I chose Waterfalls. It feels symbolic and enlivening to me. Perhaps, I will see how many waterfalls I can visit this year. I see now I had a December waterfall from Glacier National Park. January is Minnehaha Falls in Georgia.
My other calendar, the one I really use, is The Group of Seven, beautiful artwork from the McMichael Canadian Art Collection, which is housed in The Gallery among one hundred acres of rolling, forested hills. I found it in the wonderful Architecture book store on Fourth Street in Berkeley. The store opens at 8, a lovely time to browse.
Paul Theroux wrote in the New York Times today about the 300 million people in this country and the masses of people around the world. He suggests that with courtesy we can live in this overcrowded world, and he laments as I do the loss of those car rides of the past where you drove down your own long dark tunnel. I hear that Interstate 5 is packed both day and night. I remember drives of the past where I was the only car, and drove in the celebration and exhilaration of being alone. It seems those days are passing, and we must search out solitude, as it is less likely to be presented to us.
Happy exploring of the intricacies of this day, the nooks, crannies, and intersections, where all is love, life, and play.
