Monthly Archives: December 2012

If wishes were horses

A stiff, cold wind and clouds are scudding across the sky and piling up like long baguettes above the East Bay hills. I was out earlier and was shivering even with a down vest.  Amazing how cold this city can … Continue reading

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War games

It’s dark outside and I am at home with a tree of twinkly colored lights, listening to early Christmas music and steaming tamales.  It’s such a comfortable homey smell, the masa and beans. We’re all in need of a little … Continue reading

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A country gone awry

Sick at heart reading the morning news reports of the shootings at Newtown elementary school. Horror, grief, fear, anger, despair–we run the gamut of emotions. Again. Worse this time, because they were such young children. My daughter is a preschool … Continue reading

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Rambling on

Yesterday, driving along the East Bay shoreline in the late afternoon, the bay at low tide was a sheen of silver water barely covering ripples of sand, like a shimmering washboard in the slanted light, a flock of black crows … Continue reading

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Purging Melancholy

I woke before dawn, the sky strangely light from low clouds reflecting the city.  By the time I finished meditating, they’d turned a faint pink. I kept hoping for garish spectacle, but instead got gray skies–only now the sun is … Continue reading

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Hope rising

A busy few days, and a sense of life opening up.  On Friday I met with a therapist.  As always, I felt better just being heard.  She diagnosed me with recurring clinical depression–no surprise–and we made a plan for mitigation.  … Continue reading

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Kindling fires

The hill is like green velvet today, new grass popping up everywhere after a week of heavy rain. For a short while there was so little wind the bay was a sheet of gray glass–I could see the hulls of … Continue reading

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