First sun salutation of summer.
What a way to start the day!
First sun salutation of summer
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Going on a hunt for the elusive West Seattle sand crab…
Greetings, viewers (said in a whisper). Thanks for tuning in to our show.
Today we’re going to take you on an adventure into the driftwood caves
of West Seattle in search of the elusive sand crab.
I’m in costume so that when we find one, it won’t be startled.
And my producer and I thought it was really just more fun.
Follow me and my camera crew as we enter this old log.
Do you see that mist? Legend has it that the older driftwood caves
exhale a vapor rich in iodine, which these sand-crabs need for breeding.
It’s getting colder as we go deeper. Do you hear the crab’s melodic whistle?
It’s very faint, but those of us with trained hearing know what to listen for.
We have to squeeze sideways through this cave to get into the next room.
We’re getting closer. I can feel it.
Quiet now. We’re almost there.
Dave, are you getting this on camera?
Here, shine your light over here!
We found one!
There you have it, folks! We have to cut to commercial now,
but I’m going to sit and chat with our new friend awhile.
We hope you enjoyed today’s show.
See you next week as we explore the…
One who walked the logs before me left a sign…
One who walked the logs
before me
left a sign
saying
move inward
inward
and in
deeper
still
within
then
outward
again.
P.S. I marvel that today’s high tide is so calm and wonder at the metaphor.
P.P.S. This one who walks on logs throws logs for labradors who love them:
happy water dog!
My first Seattle spring of pink blossoms is like chocolate birthday cake with pink frosting
My first Seattle Spring full of pink blossoms is
like a Hurry Up chocolate birthday cake
covered in pink frosting spiced
with three drops of ancient almond elixir!
Blessing every blossom in bliss
even as I wonder what color blooms next.
Soundrack for such blossoms: Charmed Life by Joy Williams
Is that the hand of God descending – or Grace?
Is that the hand of God descending?
What if it’s Grace?
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Happy 13th Birthday, Grace! xoxox
It is written. Aliens exist! Yes they do.
Words to the wise.
Aliens exist. Yes they do.
Do you?
Happy first day of Spring, whispered the daffodil
…She whispered back,”Thanks for making some sunshine today.”
My soul showed up at low tide
Perhaps it’s only when you feel deserted by the ocean,
as if the water receded along with your hopes,
and even the moon seems gone…
that your soul shows up with a story,
as upside down as it seems.
Find brimful meaning and truth
while the tidepool steeps her saltwater tears.
Soul wonders
which view you might choose.
“Girl, put your head in the clouds.”
Some days you need to summon your inner survivor.
The ferry was facing stormy seas.
Manikin overboard! Nobody heard.
Good thing we float…
Swam the daunting stormy sea to shore.
Over slippery soapy stones.
Strong survivor closeup.
Safe!
Some days just feel like that.
I dreamed of my grandmother last night. She had come for a party.
In my dream, she looked taller and thinner, and wore her pearls,
The way she might have chosen to look as a glamorous grandmother.
In my dream, she said “I left my car down the street, like last year”
and handed me the keys, meaning, “Please park the car for me.”
I don’t know what party I was having in my dream. I’m glad she came.
This is the Emotikin who lived with her at the nursing home
for the last six months.
She’s a Fairy Tale Fairy wearing butterfly wings,
with a spool of pink thread as a bracelet,
(because she taught me to love fairy tales and sewing)
and she’s dancing.
I wonder where it went when she died?
Perhaps it went with her.
