My friend Daphne and I recently took another trip to Lincoln Park to commemorate special people in our lives.
May I be filled with Lovingkindness
May You be filled with Lovingkindness
May They be filled with Lovingkindness
May All Beings be filled with Lovingkindness
Sunday, July 8, 2007
A Memorial Service was held for my Uncle Bill in the Portland area on Monday, June 18, 2007. As my way of participating here in Seattle, I set afloat a bouquet of flowers from Duwamish Head. Since that date is one of the especially high/low tides near the Vernal Equinox, I was concerned that the flowers would get caught on the beach sand at low tide. So I placed the flowers in the water at high tide to make sure they would float out along with the ebbing waters. It wasn't a fancy bouquet, but I think it was enough.
Here are Bill's three daughters Emma, Julia and Marion. His fourth daughter, their sister Saramay, passed away last year.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Monday, April 2, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Well, as I said............almost every year the spectacular display of blossoms on Tom's cherry tree is terminated by some kind of spring weather event. Sure enough, this year it was HAIL. We had a serious hail storm night before last - the hail was still in the yard when I got up this morning. The blossoms and the whole lovely display are done. But that means the new leaves are on their way and they will happily decorate the tree for at least the next six months.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
Those of you who have read my blog know that I made a decision a while back not to pick up the strange items I come across during my morning walks. Well, this is what I spotted this morning. And my question to you is, "Do you think I picked it up?" Damn right I did. And it is in my pocket this very moment.
And here is something else I came across. It was a headboard and a footboard for a twin bed, and it was made of the most gorgeous birdseye maple I've seen in a while. They were lying in the wet grass on someone's parking strip. There was a big sign on them that said "Free." Do you think I picked them up? Damn right I did. And they are leaning against the wall in this room - happily protected from the rain that has been falling all day. The rain that would have completely ruined that beautiful wood. Yes, wood. The entire thing has not one particle of particle board in it that I can see. It is the real deal. My guess is that somebody didn't really know what they were trying to get rid of.
I spotted this on the beach this weekend. Very odd. I'm not sure what it is because I didn't want to get close enough to find out. I'm wondering if it is something from outer space.
This is one of the most beautiful cherry trees in our neighborhood. It belongs to Tom who lives down the street. It must be close to 80 feet tall. Every year it produces the most spectacular show of blossoms. And almost every year, before I know it, a spring storm has blown through and thrown all the blossoms onto the sidewalk and into the gutter. I always have to remind myself to savor the sight before it all goes to heck. It is so easy to take that tree for granted. I bet it doesn't bloom for more than a week.
Another view of the peace arch (see below). I have been noticing it every day now. I feel sort of like Monet observing the same haystack over and over again. Sometimes the "arch" is lying on it's side. Sometimes it is bobbing in the water because of the high tide. This morning a seagull was standing under it toying with a flapping flounder. I got my camera out to take a photo. But before I could click the shutter, the gull swallowed the flounder whole. You could see the fish wriggling as it went down the bird's throat! EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!
Our first Tee shirt weather. Everyone was out. It's a wonder they weren't all in bikinis.
Finally, I have to note the passing of one of our Alki walking regulars. Although we are all characters, Charlie was right up there as most eccentric. For many years he would walk right by me, refusing to make eye contact. I finally stopped trying to say hello to him. But recently, he had started to acknowledge my presence with sort of strange remarks about the weather. The last time I saw him he stopped me and said, "How do you know my name is Charlie?"
Charlie was in his mid seventies and had an alcohol "problem" in his past. He had informed us that he didn't date because he couldn't afford it. He lived alone but ate lunch at the Chelan Cafe every day. When they noticed that he had missed a few meals, they went and checked his apartment. There he was lying in bed, dead. They say he had suffered a massive heart attack. Goodbye Charlie!
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
I found this poor starfish stranded way up on the sidewalk. Most of his legs were chewed up. My guess is that some sea gull was dining on him for breakfast. So, knowing that under the right circumstances his legs could grow back, I picked him up and flung him as far into the water as I could.
I suppose some would complain that I was interfering with Nature again. But I just didn't have the heart to turn my back on him and walk away.
Here's another type of starfish I found further along the beach.
Friday, March 9, 2007
Every year I am so thrilled when the first daffodils bloom. For me, it is the official end of Winter. But every year, when I see their dried up brown dead heads hanging in the breeze, I realize that I never truly took the time to savor their blossoms. I always seem to be too busy and too distracted to even take five minutes out of my day to enjoy them. In recent years, I have made a point of doing more than walking by hurriedly. I actually sit down with them in my garden and enjoy their presence. I appreciate their color and am grateful for their wonder. Flowers do become more beautiful the longer I look at them. This way, when the beauty of the daffodils is gone, I have no regrets.
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Rod was an Alki neighbor, environmentalist and musician who loved the beach.
NO MOURNING FOR ME
Like a lyrical light show
The pale morning light
Dances across the ridges
Chasing a mad-cap paint brush.
Deep green valleys
Point to hidden rivers
Snow white peaks rub their eyes
Turned pink from sleep.
Bouncing across the waters
Darting between the ferry boats
Gliding over the beaches
Eyeing a mountain goat.
I'm going to fly over
Those Olympic Mountains
In my red round sphere
When I'm outa here.
I'll look out
On a carpet of clouds
And lay my head down
On a pillow of dreams.
------Rod Sakrison, January 6, 2005
As I lie in ICU
I heard them saying,
"He won't make it.
We give him a few days."
But I was floating
Just below the surface
Of a circular Mexican pool
And I knew I had work to do.
Deep green almost black
Like a forest shadow.
I felt my soul
Deep below me.
I wasn't afraid
Or scared to death.
Either way I was safe,
Warm and free in my faith.
Since then people say:
"You were tough.
And you were stubborn.
And you wouldn't give in."
But that's only half true.
I lived by feeling
Weak and thin
And not giving in.
------Rod Sakrison, February 16,2005
*(A "Cenote" is a deep pool of water)
Monday, February 19, 2007
This bald eagle looks fairly small in this photo but that is only because it took me a bit of time to get my camera out. The bird had just dive bombed me and my dog Cosmo. Have you ever had a bald eagle fly no more than a few feet over your head? Talk about startling.
I think really he was eyeing my dog as a breakfast morsel. I've heard that eagles do eat small animals. I'm glad that Cosmo was on a leash. I have a nightmare vision of standing by helplessly as the eagle lifts off with my dog in his talons. Sort of a Wizard of Oz moment - you know, the scene with the flying monkeys. I've just got to tamp down my imagination.
It reminded me of a time a couple of years ago when my dog Magic and I had to chase an eagle away from a gaggle of screaming Canadian geese as the eagle attempted to take off with one of the goslings. Some bystander then lectured me about not interfering with nature.