As light lessens

we need to learn from light's lessons.  We need an anchor.  Perhaps, be that anchor for each other. 

 

Something magical about seahorses

 Even on dry land, seahorses undulate.  On the water, the city of Benicia seems to undulate; feels like a vacation town.  

Incongruous

 Some words can stand on their own.

POV

Who is telling this story?  Who isn't listening?  Can a point of view ever be neutral?   Don't expect to get that answer from the news.  
 

Docked & tethered

 Yet, the spirit of sailing intact.  

Sometimes

 things don't go as planned.  Is there a plan B here? 

This is the first line of your memoir

Imagine that.  

 

Taking in

the outside from the inside.  Later the three will consult with the one yet to come inside.   

 

Fallen olive tree

Gnarled.  Prehistoric animal.  A cave for air.  A valentine to absences.  I stand in its center and breathe.  

 

Yearly pilgrimage

 

S.F. Dahlia Garden with my friend Kim.  A yearly pilgrimage.  I'm thinking how friendship is fractal.  Beautiful.  Simple & complex.  And always, always, in the moment.  

Just what Monday needs

 

A fabric pinwheel.  Just like Monday, setting the week in motion.  

Consider

what the simple lets in.  What the simple lets out.  Breath.