Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Bridges & Skylines

Evelyn: A friend in the P3 community passed this weekend - a therapist whose gentleness and low voice served as a beacon to many, many people as they have moved into recovery, healing, change, and rediscovery. I took some time to have a beach walk with him - as I couldn't be there amidst the many who are grieving - and I enjoyed a sunset and internal conversation.  It was in that space that I took pause, and tried to processes several levels to this event. For me, he was a father in the courseroom, a protector, and his illness a difficult look at the challenge I have with things out of my control. Instead, I am reminded by him to be present, as he was in so many moments.

Monica: I told Michael that I wanted to get away to the water this weekend--a lake or a river where I could savor the pleasure of weightlessness and freedom that I feel when I'm in the water. We drove to Auburn and on Saturday afternoon made our way to the North Fork of the American River, where we hiked about a mile to a placid swimming hole where the water was deep and green. We spent several hours on the river swimming and sunning and watching daredevil teenage boys flip and dive off the tall rocks into the deep pool of water below. It was a quintessentially California summer day, reminiscent of childhood summers spent camping in Yosemite.

A Little Story

Monica: My best friend came out to California for five days with her two daughters to visit family and fortunately for me, her family isn't too far away from where I live. Our time together was way too short, but I was happy just to be with her and bask in the warmth of her being. She is such a tender and patient mama and I love how motherhood has only magnified the essence of her spirit that I love so much.

Evelyn: Have been working happily to complete a piece of work. I usually am unsure of my feelings for a piece right off, and it grows on me as I go. In fact, I am never even sure if I am done with a piece and sometimes wonder if there is more. "Is there more?" much like the phrase I use when I am listening intently to the vulnerable open space of another being as they share a story. That is art, but I am both the listener and the storyteller.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Simple Pleasures

Evelyn: I had a few days with my parents & Gizmo, who spent a big part of the weekend on a joy ride in my new car, exploring potential living-spaces. Gizmo is always a joy. He destroys the living room with battered carcases and fluff, then leaves me in awe of the simple pleasures of sun bathing and bird watching. I miss him.

Monica: Another weekend in Sacramento. When we showed up for dinner at our favorite Japanese noodle place, it was packed with diners and there were a half dozen names on the waiting list. We put our names down and found a spot outside to wait. I remembered that I had grabbed a chilled bottle of Chardonnay from our fridge and two vintage aluminum cups from the cupboard to enjoy later that evening in our hotel room. While Michael worked on a crossword, I slipped away to the car to surprise him with an impromptu happy hour. It was a perfect summer evening with the light turning golden, a Sunday New York Times crossword, a glass of still-cold wine, and my sweetheart by my side.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Heat & Rain

Monica: We had a heatwave last week where temperatures in our little valley got up to 116 degrees. The critters have been flocking to the our little watering station we keep in view of our kitchen window. I looked up from rinsing radishes and there they were: Mama Deer, Bambi, and Thumper. At one point, the three of them were drinking together. When Mama & Bambi made their way up to the manzanitas on the hill, Thumper followed. I love this place.

Evelyn: This year we are having a lovely monsoon season, the afternoons filled with ominous clouds and deep thunderous rain. After a few drenching showers, we get pops of sunlight that makes the roads steam. During the evening light I headed out to take out the trash and enjoyed a world sparkling with the remnants of yet another storm. I love the way water illuminates and magnifies the world. Stormy weather...