The Art of Getting Lost ~ in Sonoma

the view from the road.

My first view of Ledson Winery

I love living in Sonoma County. Yesterday, I was just driving to Safeway to get my mom some groceries, and I made one wrong turn. One minute later, I was driving through wine country, looking for a place to turn my car around. I saw this open gate.  It was a large enough place to turn my car and that’s all I saw, at first. I meant to just turn around.

But as I rolled through the gate, I saw this most incredible mansion, just beyond the many green grapevines (the Ledson Winery).  continue reading

My Body is Like a Boat

 

poetry-body-like-boatYesterday I moved my computer out of the kitchen, where I could not think with all the noise and the sizzling things on the stove,  and into a newly made home office. Today I went right into my new and sacred space!!

Day One in the office:  Here is what I am doing, I am  listening to music on Pandora. I was  studying, but I took a minute to write some poetry that just came to me. continue reading

I Walk with Three Kings

A Mazatlan sunset from my last travels

This is the season of the Three Kings from the East, the season of visions and quests, despite political unrest, or perhaps even because of unrest!   (p.s. That was a veiled reference to a new USA president about to take office.) I think that a starry vision is timeless and spaceless, and can bring the peace, that nations and politics can never bring…

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My Green Lake and New Year’s Wish

 

Irene with brothers and sister at Green Lake

A flashback to my childhood – Irene with my brothers and sister at Green Lake .

Green Lake came to my mind this winter as a cherished place in my heart, where I was happy and could lay down all my worries, and could relax; a place where I matter and once laughed and played; A Holy Place in the wilderness for camping. We all need places like this to hang onto.

I recall that as a child, I loved hiking with a backpack to Green Lake in the High Sierra Mountains. My heart belongs in Green Lake, a wilderness lake nestled thousands of feet above the valleys. I was dazzled by lights, and reflections on the lake during the day; and dazzled again at night by the brightest moon and starry night. We could see every star and meteor shower with greatest of clarity from my sleeping bag with my brothers and sisters, because we were high above the city lights and the smog, breathing thin and crisp mountain air. Oh how I loved camping there. At this time of year Green Lake is surely swaddled in snow and frozen over. But as soon as the spring and summer comes, the snows will melt and the trails will beckon the humans again.

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