Top of Half Dome 1978
It’s such a wonderfully small world. Just after I wrote my previous blog post, I received a beautiful email through facebook from a fellow classmate in that high school class hike to Half Dome. Continue reading
…makes the whole world kin.” (Shakespeare but taken horribly out of context!). I finally made it to Yosemite, after stopping at every viewpoint and overlook along the way, enjoying perfect, sunny weather. Now that I’m snuggled in my depressingly dark, but blessedly clean condo Continue reading
I have been happily consumed by an acting workshop with Shakespeare and Company this weekend in San Francisco. This is a group that I spent a month with in January in Lenox, MA exploring myself and Shakespeare and my relationship to both. It was a life changing month Continue reading
Today was a day to meander back to my home town of St. Helena, CA. The photo to the left is where I was raised, a home in the vineyards, among the dirt clods, and grapevines. The soil here seems different from in Seattle, drier, lighter-colored, clumpier. Funny to be nostalgic about dirt, but there you have it, a small town girl raised on a ranch and dirt was a big part of the experience. You walk differently on freshly disked earth, carefully, tramping with higher steps, testing your balance, and it has a fresh, weedy, damp smell like nothing I’ve experienced in Washington. Continue reading
I’m getting practice at the start of this journey in going with the flow. I read this morning in Women Who Run with the Wolves that “if we were to name only one thing that makes the Wild Woman what she is, it would be her responsiveness.” Explained further this is the ability to adapt to change, being innovative, flexible, quick-sighted. Continue reading
I am still in Napa, CA camped out with my mom for another week, delayed a bit as I have the wonderful opportunity to attend an acting workshop next weekend in San Francisco. But my heart is pulling, longing and grasping to be in the wilderness. Yosemite is one of my next stops and I cannot wait… Continue reading
Tonight I celebrated the 70th birthday of my first boss. Tom was a great pal of my father and a bright spot in my adolescence. The summer after my high school graduation he put me to work filing in his insurance office. It was a cushy job in a great atmosphere and I always felt like the special favorite. He swears like a sailor and being Irish, has a wicked, but huge-hearted sense of humor. When I shocked my family with the news Continue reading
After the frantic days of moving and getting ready to leave Seattle indefinitely I have spent the last few days in recovery. Today I am lying by Mom’s pool, in a repose that my father used to dub “Lounge Lizard.” The weather is warm and sunny in Napa, and I’ve been visiting with family and friends, eating amazing food and Continue reading
OK, this is amazing. I just read a blurb in the NY Times about a concert given by Barbara Cook, a lovely musical theater star that I have admired for years, (she created the roles for Marian the Librarian in Music Man and Cunegonde in Candide in the 50’s). It is wonderful to find this admiration is not in vain and has every reason to continue. At 84, yes folks, 84 years old, she memorized and learned 11 new songs for the concert and as a Continue reading
My “relationship” to Henry David Thoreau started back in high school when my favorite teacher of all time, Lowell Young, quoted him with passages like… “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” I have always wanted to make a difference, live deliberately and not come to the end of my days with regrets. My blog name reflects this in borrowing again from Thoreau.
I was born upon thy bank, river
My blood flows in thy stream,
And thou meanderest forever,
At the bottom of my dream.
It is a time for searching, dreaming and meandering. Today was Continue reading
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