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January 4, 2015 / 5 comments / Sticky

5 Steps in Hope : A New Year’s List For the Unresolved

December 15, 2014 / 2 comments / Sticky

Pop-Fizz-Clink & Hope: Thoughts on Christmas and 2014

September 3, 2013 / 4 comments

Where We Get it Wrong at First

August 26, 2013 / 2 comments

Home is Where Your Altar Is

Where I’ve Been

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San Rafael, I’m so lucky to call you home.😍

☀️Summer has me like 😍

Slow and sunny Saturday morning. ☕️📚💐

Happy Hour in style. 🍾🌺

Pretty light on where I live my downtown life.

Summer perfection. 😍🍓

O, to take what we love inside, to carry within us an orchard, to eat not only the skin, but the shade, not only the sugar, but the days, to hold the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into the round jubilance of peach. There are days we live as if death were nowhere in the background; from joy to joy to joy, from wing to wing, from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom. Li-Young Lee, “From Blossoms” from Rose.

There are worse places to wait.

20 years ago I stood in front of this very painting, while it was at it’s home in Minneapolis, and vowed that someday I was going to live in a cool city and see cool art with my museum membership—whenever I wanted, because I would be an adult. 💃🏼 Yesterday, I stood in front of it again, while it’s visiting San Fransisco as part of the Magritte exhibit, SFMOMA membership card in my pocket. Rounding the corner and seeing that landmark painting was a cool moment. Sometimes you don’t end up where you thought you would; sometimes you get “surreal” reminders that where you are was always part of the plan.

Landmarks

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Landmarks

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Where I Am

Sometimes, when you’re still in the same place, the light... April 22, 2017
Sometimes, when you’re still in the same place, the light changes. And you can see what you knew was there.
An outward symbol of a holy, inward reality of dependence. (at... March 2, 2017
An outward symbol of a holy, inward reality of dependence. (at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church - San Rafael)
My neighborhood today 😍🌹 (at The Cottage) February 25, 2017
My neighborhood today 😍🌹 (at The Cottage)

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