Gracias A La Vida
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Joan Baez - Farewell Angelina
The machine guns are roaring
The puppets heave rocks
The fiends nail time bombs
To the hands of the clocks
("Farewell Angelina," Bob Dylan, 1965)
BOB DYLAN - Farewell Angelina
Just a table standing empty
At the edge of the sea
(from "Farewell Angelina," Bob Dylan, 1965)
Listening to Bob Dylan this early a.m.
Monday, May 5, 2008
INTO THE MYSTIC

Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,
I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that I'll be landing?
(Boots of Spanish Leather, Bob Dylan, 1964)
My old friend painted this sometime in the 1970s. I believe that he painted it while he was an art student in the first few years after he returned from Vietnam.
I had another one-word dream last night. This time my old friend, who died on April 20, said, "Shore."
Sunday, May 4, 2008
MISSISSIPPI BIRD
Friday, May 2, 2008
KINSHIP
Thursday, May 1, 2008
CLOSE TO THE GROUND (LISTEN)
My heart says that Michelle Obama is a woman whose words can be trusted. She refers to herself as "the cynic in the family."
"Are we the way we are because of the way things were or are things the way they are because of the way we were?"
My old friend's mother posed this question to me in 2001, a few years before she died.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
LOOKING TOWARD SUNRISE
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
OUTSIDE A CLOUD WITH WOOD DUCKS


View of San Francisco obscured by fog (see webcam)
Viewed from a different angle (see webcam)
When I looked out at Scudder Pond this morning, I saw my first mother wood duck with ducklings for this spring. The cherry tree across the pond is blooming in the early morning rain.
Scroll down here to hear clips from "Celebrations For A Grey Day."
Friday, April 25, 2008
HANDS FULL OF GRATITUDE

Just want to thank all for thoughtful and much-appreciated blog comments since my old friend died on April 20. Still feeling disoriented but not alone. His sister and brother-in-law mailed the portable wooden easel he used for painting while he was at the VA hospital and two paintings he did after his stroke, one titled "The Forest Floor" and the other "Plant My Heart." It's too early to share these here.
42 years is a long time to have loved someone. Feeling gratitude for the love that continues after death.
("Woman With Her Hands Full" -- gouache, watercolor and pastel, from the early 1980s, by Old Girl Of The North Country)
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
1949-2008
Saturday, April 5, 2008
NOT OUT OF SORROW, BUT IN WONDER

Encounter
As I continue to prepare to travel to California for a visit with an old friend in a VA hospital, I am feeling more sorrow than wonder. Czeslaw Milosz' poem "Encounter" offers me a shift in consciousness to that of wonder and even gratitude.
(photo taken in Half Moon Bay, California, in 1970, by the 20-year-old woman who was to become Old Girl Of The North Country in December of 2006)
Friday, April 4, 2008
GREAT HAPPINESS
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
COSMO

While searching for a poem or song to go with this flower, I heard one of my neighbors shout to his dog, "Cosmo!" My cat, Oboe, woke up, stood up and looked out the window. So I looked up the meaning of "cosmo" and found:
Greek, kosmos -- order, form, arrangement, the world or universe.
May soon be traveling to Northern California to visit with my old friend in the ICU at the VA Hospital. Thanks to all who have been stopping by here. I am having a hard time staying in the present.
Four things, among many, that have been helpful:
Stroke of Insight
How do you know?
Scroll down to hear Mavis Staples sing "Have A Little Faith"
Facing Death and Finding Hope
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
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