On this day I like to consider what good things my tax dollars do support. The parks of California and the country are amazing. My thoughts are there today. Yesterday, at this time I was walking on the beach in Carmel after a nourishing breakfast. The workshop was more than I hoped. Rain poured down as we sat in the library at Tor House, the room where the children of Una and Robinson Jeffers played. The women who participated and the poetry that ensued were more than satisfying. I am normally not very visual but the image of us women gathered together in such a lovingly-restored room, surrounded by the books of Robinson Jeffers, is a soft white cloth polishing my heart as I look out on sun and tree-filled beauty here. Home!
My brother is visiting from CT and commenting on and noticing with fresh eyes the beauty and smells. He saw a family of egrets this morning hanging out with a heron. Wow! Tomorrow I will be down on the marsh with him. This morning I was reading poems. I am full, full of different time periods held all at once like Christmas balls on a tree.
I am with my grandmother's time in Carmel, the time of Robinson Jeffers and with my family visit to Monterey Bay Aquarium where we slept on the floor there in the aquarium and spent the night and saw the sun rise over the bay and I am with other visits and with today.
As I say, I am full, a Christmas tree decorated with all the years of my life.