Sunday, December 11, 2011
I am working on a film about warriors for peace, including Vietnam Vet for Peace Brian Willson, who lost both his legs during a non-violent protest here in the U.S. when he was run over by a train. It is easy to make the connection between Brian Willson and Iraq War Vet for Peace Scott Olsen of Occupy Oakland, who was knocked unconscious during a police raid on October 25th. It is very ironic that both Brian and Scott came home from fighting in wars on foreign soil with no physical injuries and were consequently brutally injured while practicing their democratic freedoms at home.
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
That night I dreamt I was with him. We were in a strange city at night, maybe Florence, walking hand-in-hand down cobblestone streets. He led me down a narrow passageway that was lined with marble statues of naked Romanesque women. There were so many of them that I started feeling unsettled by the thought of having to compete with these stone beauties. Morris stopped at one in particular. Gazing at her, he said to me, “You are my favorite.” It was a statue of a young woman, draping a sheet of billowing fabric over her front side, her back exposed and naked, save for the long curls of hair that hung there loosely. He reached up and fondly touched the curve in her lower back, the part that merged into her plump bottom. “Isn’t she exquisite?” he asked. And then he leaned down and gently kissed my lips. I awoke, flushed, still tasting the flavor of Morris’s lips on mine, floating in an ethereal space high above my body. It took a few seconds for me to come down, back to my bed and the emptiness of my bland bedroom.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Sunday, August 07, 2011
Saturday, June 04, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
This morning I witnessed an actual puddleduck, though I didn't have my camera or phone on me to document it. I thought it was just a figment from a Beatrix Potter story, but no. Puddleducks are for real. This evening, on my walk with Rookie, both the duck and the puddle had disappeared. But the moon was full and beautiful.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
Some friends and I spent the day in Yosemite Valley between Christmas and New Year's. It was snowing all day, so all we got was fresh powder, plus all the sights, sounds and sensations that new snowfall brings to you.
There's nothing like the elements to reconnect you to life and the earth.
To the music of Jesca Hoop, "Hunting My Dress."