Davies Symphony Hall

was the highlight of this afternoon (that and coming home to see tsah tucked in with e. reading stories in the garden). Standing on stage, pretending for one moment that I was MTT; learning about the 11,000 organ pipes, which support the biggest organ set-up in the country; and touring the music library with thousands and thousands of sheets of music, all touched over and over again by great artists was a new way to spend time. Now home, writing and smiling, remembering dance-offs in Seattle with everyone involved.

Today

Was falling in love with Tiburon all over again. Strolled through the sunshine with the loveliest of littles tlol from Blackie's Pasture to the Belvedere playground. Short rest for swings and sand and then a quick paced hike back to the car. We picked up tsah and headed to the market. Pop quiz for the children on fennel and olives. This afternoon was quiet. I love quiet afternoons. I realized how writing and getting outside each and everyday improve my mood. the darling man came home. We are a family minus one at home in the city.

Sunday mornings in Spring

Tulips. Dogwoods. Magnolias. Apple, Pear, Cherry and Quince Blossoms. Spring in the City. Lovely homes with simple gardens. Views of the Bays and Walks through the Presidio. Good conversation with a great friend. Children at the park. Families on a stroll. Sundays in San Francisco are happiness. There is no stress of the week to come. No stress of the week gone by. Sundays are whatever you want them to be. However active, however peaceful, however balanced, you wish. I am putting my Sunday spirit in a bottle. to share throughout the week. A new experiment. When the week gets the best of me, I will channel Sunday mornings.

Weather Report: Sunny with a breeze
Tasks accomplished: fantastic day outside with dancing, nap for three, march madness recap, and writing
Favorite Meal of the Day: delicious pasta (composed by my dearest one) of roast chicken, zucchini, sun dried tomatoes, capers and pecorino with lots of black pepper
Lesson learned: never never never give up. -Winston Churchill

Today I think about Georges. Our sweet puppy, on another new adventure. His courage and sense of self, still haunt me. I think about how he is able to be true to himself, no matter what the cost, and I admire it. For two hours today, I was successful this. My time included motion, thought, and beauty.....the experience led me to words. Most of the time what ends up on the page are true thoughts, but they are the highly edited surface. I have an extreme need for privacy. I am finding my way in how to guard my privacy and express my words in a way that brings the message and makes me stay true to me. Just like my darling Georges.

flash forward

one move. one baby girls first birthday. one holiday season. one new year. and one end of daylight savings later here we are. I check the hydrangeas and lilacs in our back garden every morning...they are ages away from blossoming. Whoever said "to learn patience, watch a garden grow," is right. I have found patience in the later sunsets, in the whisper of summer on the way, in the sturdier steps of our littlest one. I am happy to be out of hibernation. Every year no matter where I spend it, the effect of winter dulls my senses. And then my beloved spring arrives. Bright with promise, alive with growth, honest with time.

tonight

Tonight we have a place to live. It has a lovely garden and no puppy. I miss georges. I had to put him out of my mind to get us out of living in one bedroom for seven months, but I still feel him with us everyday. hal wrote today. Very sweet of him. I hope this is all worth whatever road we are on.