On a Sunday Before Spring

On a sunday before spring

the wind whistles over the bay

winter's last sigh

the trees shake and the raindrops hit the window (three stories up)

On a sunday before spring

dusk calls from behind, another day from the inside 

Only plans to be with family on a screen

to feel so close from far away

smoke wisps vetiver benzoin sandalwood 

on the western breeze

On a sunday before spring

change is on the rise 

frothy foam in a mug 

just like the tides carved miles away

i'm sipping sea foam i think

i wonder about those far away

i'm wondering about home

wondering about the change we choose

wondering about the moisture in the air

and i am glad to be here and still

~~~

It is 6:44 and i am in my room. I love it here, this corner up high in my world. Always with an eye to the western horizon. A great orientation. 

This weekend was restful and also delightful. we had a perfect evening of yumminess and friendship last night. 

At laura's once again the most beautiful home to be in. Her downstairs neighbor boys were having a st. patricks day party and we had a parallel function upstairs. Feeling the music in the vibration of our feet from down below. Red lentil soup and beverages and conversations and limerick development and formula one car racing in australia on a laptop on a stool. eating the most lovely charcuterie board and talking tall and wide, shallow and deep. 

A great combination of faces in one room. Everyone looks so good with the light from an orb on a floor.

Last week was all outside --- long walks, 6 miles some days. In the rain. In Marin city. In Blake garden. Throughout the beautiful mountain roads that I have such a fondness for. And then the body said rest, for 42 hours, and I listened. Draped on a pelt surrounded by soft amber light. Taking in so much knowledge from the craftsmen of the screen. White lotus. Mythbusters. Man Vs. Wild. Breath of Fire. 

It's nice when the world tells you to be inside. When your body tells you to be flat. To stay in one place. It's nice when you get a perfect ride to the function, when you don't need to look up a bus time or muster up the internal fire of an uphill bikeride. 

It's nice when there is certainty in where you will rest your head, and when you can believe in something for the future. It's nice to slow down.