Read MFK Fisher’s memoir, A Year in Dijon. A foodie memoirist before the word was invented. She recounts her youthful 20’s during the in between world war years of peace in France, specifically the quaint town of Dijon. Her precise observations of people and settings are laced with interesting word combinations making the descriptions even more alive. There’s just enough dialogue and inner monologue to keep the narrative flowing and just enough funny incidents to keep it light.
Highly recommend if you are a history or food aficionado. Better, if you are both.
It’s always a treat to be in the mountains but when you are up there with your bestie and doggie, then the experience is just that much cozier.
Off to a retreat in Rancho Palos Verdes today on 8 acres of gardens overlooking LA after four days of rain. Constant washing of leaves brings glitter and glam to the whole scenario. Dormant clay dirt comes alive and an emerald green sprouts. Days ago the hills were brown and tan, now, they seem otherworldly.
No title needed. This is the time of year when we all have good intentions but I am still reviewing the past. It went so fast.
I got my wish this year and was able to spend New Year’s here in the glorious mountain hideaway I call my tree house. To be more accurate, this cabin, in its entirety, feels more like a sanctuary. Surrounded by chirping squirrels with fluffy tails, cold weather feathered friends and glistening pine needles swaying right outside my wall of windows, I am inspired to find my spiritual self.
George Sand so succinctly stated, “There is only one happiness in life … to love and be loved.”
Many thanks to my chickadees, one and all, who are now full-fledged songbirds. My time with them and their partners enlarge my vision, grows my heart and fills me with hope. Space and awareness lead to learning. Needed words spill into longing arms.
Our moments together this week inspired me into action. Even more important, our connections rang true and our bonds deepened.
Oakland, October 23, 2018
Both the crashing, splashing of waves or waterfalls and forests (especially pine trees) emit negative ions. Negative ions deter depression or the blues. Therefore, negative ions actually uplift your mood. That’s why even if you are grieving, sitting on a beach or hiking in the woods soothes your soul.
Personally, I need the stillness I find by a mountain lake surrounded by trees. The beach is alive with noisy commotion and sometimes stirs me up, albeit positively. But a forest full of conifers alive with birds, squirrels and chipmunks dining on nuts and seeds, instills an innocent serenity I treasure.
September brings cooler mornings and evenings. Or, at least we hope so. My little teapot set was a birthday gift. Two Kava teabags steep for my nightly sleepytime ritual. Beyond, a variety of birds visit the pine tree feeder. Inside, two dogs lie sleeping.
Unfortunately, we arrived into an incomparable heat wave hitting SoCal from always cool Mendocino. But, we had the opportunity to stop in and see our kids up north and came home to the cats, V and our grandog Adelaide! All is well!
Farewell for now to the rustic NorCal coast. As the sea crashes, the fog rolls and the colors wash, the dramatic scenery increases.