Y4 – Day 168 – Mountain Time with Cindi

I walked through the balcony door threshold and then I blankly looked straight ahead and wondered why I was there. I am in my pjs. I am wearing thick, ivory bed socks. My pajama top looks like a black dress with a scoop neck and the fabric is divinely soft. Anyway, I turn back and look at Cindi and then decide to go back into the treehouse and close the screen door behind me.

Oh well, I ‘ll remember when it’s important enough and it pops back into my head and I will just fetch whatever it was then. 

Cindi looks at me like she’s asking, “Are you coming or going, lady?” also “Will there be treats involved?” and with an urgent look of hope, “Is that why you walked back in? To get me a treat?”

She stares at me as I sit back down on the loveseat and plops her chin down on her Ducks blanket, resigned to my indecisiveness.

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Y4 – Day 154 – Arrowhead Art

Can you buy just about any kind of art at the Mountain Arts Center in Lake Arrowhead Village? Absolutely. Looking for treasures or gifts?

The community of artists on the mountain hold an expansive space, right next to the Waffle Restaurant, in front of the lake, and they make sure to always have treats for dogs. Did I mention how dog friendly this town is? If you didn’t have a dog, you would surely adopt one if you come up here enough, and we are living proof of that. They also sell, like most of the vendors, bags of duck nibbles to feed the Mallard families for fifty cents. Cindi thinks they are for her.

The artists volunteer their time manning the store and the art they exhibit that sells, pays for the lease. Basically, it is a gallery and I go in to see what is new, what has been replaced and which creative spirit I can meet at the counter.

You will find gorgeous handmade jewlery, hand dyed silk scarves, watercolored postcards, an assortment of large and small items made of reclaimed wood, oil paintings, photographs and other such media throughout, making the visit to the lake a cultural with a Big C as well as a local Little c experience.

The following paintings were done by Patty McDonald whom I met yesterday as she was assembling her booth with her wares. The story behind the Blue Jays, named Heckle and Jeckle, was told to me at the time of purchase by the painter, herself. Let me know if you want to know more. I just had to have a lake scene of iconic Arrowhead, specifically, at the cabin and had not found the right one till yesterday at the Classic Car Show. The frames are made by an artist who specializes in redeeming the reclaimed Arrowhead wood from felled, diseased trees or pines marked for chopping down in order to keep the surrounding forests protected from overgrowth.

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Y4 – Day – 153 – Woody Show 2016

Lake Arrowhead’s 32nd Antique and Classic Wooden Boat and Car Show is in full swing as I type this post. The Rim of the World Historical Society and the Arrowhead Lake Association is sponsoring the family friendly event.  We went bright and early before the expected huge crowds. After Cindi traipsed, ran and did her business at the dog park peninsula, we wandered around the lake’s village and I did some amazing shopping.

I picked up two signed oil paintings, framed with Arrowhead pine wood by Patty McDonald. I got to chat and bargain with her over both pieces of art and she filled me in on the tales behind the works of art I bought.

Also, two historical books; a postcard series by photographer Russ Keller (who I met and signed the collaboration alongside Roger Hathaway) and another image and informational collection by Rhea Tetley who signed and sold me my copy. They were both under the shade at the historical society booth. The group sponsors the Mountain History Museum open only on weekends, now until October 11am – 5pm located at 27176 Peninsula Drive. I also found and received an extensive explanation and directions guide to the many hiking trails that abound in these natural forest surroundings.

She (Rhea) seems like a hoot! After a lengthy discussion of the Historical Society and several items and books I was checking out, she said, “You could even get the book signed today, the author is here.”

I said, ” Oh, that would be great! Are they here, where are they?”

“Yes,” she said. “She’s standing right in front of you.” “It’s me.”

When I asked her to sign it to Cecilia, she got the spelling perfectly and when I complimented her on getting it right, she informed me her middle names were Cecilia and Louise.

I was also granted some free time and spending cash so I could buy some cute clothes at my favorite boutiques. Cindi filled up on her very own “ice cream” with a dog biscuit spoon at Three Dog Bakery (see older posts) and the love of my life enjoyed a fresh coffee and purchased some tasty cinnamon and sugared roasted cashews and pecans.

There’s some free spaces for leasing. They could really use a vegan cafe here. All the vendors I spoke to thought that was a heck of an idea.

Perhaps tomorrow I will add my mountain made masterpieces (looking right at home here at the treehouse) to the post but for today, I leave you with these amazing pictures of gorgeously maintained oldies but goodies and a scenic shot of the village from the dog park perspective (clearly the best real estate is the dog park because this is SUCH a big canine loving town) wherein you can see just a smidgen of the many antique cars in a row, along the perimeter of the boardwalk, if you look closely. There were old time, highly lacquered wooden boats docked by the first pier ( in front of McDonald’s) but alas, I did not get any shots of them.

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Y4 – Day 140 – Dream Big

One of the best-kept secrets for long-term, sustainable creativity is consistent discipline and sustainable, predictable actions.-Sunni brown

Whatever your vision, appreciate the process.

I remember imagining over and over again what my dream cabin would look and feel like. I had a fire going, I had windows looking out over mountains and snow, I had a shaggy rug in front of the fire, I had low shelves of hundreds of books under the windows and the feeling was warm and toasty, sweet and cozy, soft and dreamy. It was both my romantic getaway and safely tucked away, writing haven.

I wrote about it for years, made a vision board or two using exactly the colors I have now in my treehouse in the woods and magically it all came together in an instant on the day it came up for sale and all the dominoes fell into place without any of my own doing. I knew instantly it was our treehouse. It looked a little different of course but not that far removed from my ideal sanctuary.

“Let this truth go in you as deep as possible: that life is already here, arrived. You are standing on the goal. Don’t ask about the path. – Osho

There are ups and downs during the process of manifestation and there are two things I know, if it is meant to be, it will be and secondly, it never looks like you thought it would or happens when you were hoping it would but it fits perfectly into your scheme of things and timing nonetheless, especially when you look back and connect the dots.

The whole course of engineering your heart’s desire into reality teaches you about staying on track and at the same time letting go. It’s about reflecting on obstacles yet pushing past it to re-evaluate your intention.  It’s about perceiving your failures as benefits and still getting to where you want to go with detours and vistas you had no idea would appear yet are grateful for.

It’s about tapping into the wellsprings of your positive self image, becoming who you are and re-inventing yourself to be the best version of yourself time after time.

The journey takes courage, grit and heart.

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Y4 – Day 132 – The Cure 2016 part one

First row, Cricket Amphitheater in Chula Vista, San Diego, CA May 20, 2016 is where I had an epiphany as The Cure played their beautifully strange music. How can something feel so alive inside that dug out hole? It is now called the Sleep Train amphitheater, taken over by Live Nation, same people as at the Irvine venue at Verizon Wireless.

Connecting to even one person at the same time is refreshing but close your eyes and imagine having the talent and aura and generosity to reach twenty thousand souls at the same time, every night on tour, on an international level, no less. Stage presence is one thing, grabbing and holding your attention on every physical and emotional level is another. And…The genius of The Cure is clearly Robert Smith. He sets high standards for excellence in performance, making them even better LIVE than on a studio recording.

I leave you with this visual. The silhouette is classic.

We all know the sway of his musical notes even if you were not aware you were listening to his song.

The one and only Robert Smith reigns supreme in my concert book and has never, ever disappointed one single fan, always displaying an unending and diversified array of sound generated art.

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Y4 – Day 131 – Paradise 2016

The answer to the number of references to The Cure songs in my last paragraph yesterday is 8.

Yea! Forty four acres and a mile of beach!

Inside the perimeter of the Mission Bay shoreline lies the resort peninsula we are savoring.

Bayfront Barefoot Cafe has a rock waterfall that cascades into a koi pond with yellowfin tuna and a few small harmless sharks, as well as food and drinks. The bridge over the pond leads to the dock and onto a pier with rental water sports and boats.

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Caveman pizza delivers and is underground where the prior sand filled dance floor used to be. At night, everything is lit up and festive. Lights from across the water reflect on the surface and undulate, reanimating and sparkling the horizon. Looking up, the stars are aroused and inspired to come out and shine.

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Y4 – Day 130 – Off to San Diego -YEA!

I love Paradise Point, well, I hope I still do.

Bringing books, notebooks, prompts, fun reads, magazines, snacks, too many clothes and make-up, laptop, camera, i-pad, phone, fitbit and chargers. Taking incense, perfume, enough toiletries for three women and money. All should be well.

Just in case, they have a cute, darling everything store on the grounds and you can buy clothes, drugstore goods, food or any last minute items you forgot.

There is a coffee kiosk, pool, spa, mini golf, tennis, restaurants and acres of gorgeous trails with bridges, ducks, ponds and exotic foliage encircled by a bay.

When the chickadees were little and older actually, we would vacay there at least once a year or so.

Bonfires on the beach, s’mores and sea shell collecting are some of the highlights for me. The Barefoot Cafe, the seagulls and the lights at Christmas are probably the high spots for the kids.

I imagine the love of my life considers the down time, naps by the shore and the laid back atmosphere of just parking and never having to leave is his fundamental dream come true.

This time we are traveling and rooming with Cindi. Hopefully, our plans will pan out and she will be dog sat while we are applauding at the The Cure concert, tomorrow night. This will be our third time in the first row for this infamously crazy good moody music.

Love that cat. And how appropriate it is on Friday. I’m in love so don’t cry boys. This love song is just like heaven. I think we will be underneath the stars on a night like this and I will take pictures of you.

HOW many references can you spy? Tune into tomorrow for the answer.

Y4 – Day 114 – Cafe Gratitude in Newport

Cafe Gratitude in Newport Beach, CA is just Gratitude. It is located at 1617 Westcliff Drive along busy 17th St. The name changed to Westcliff somewhere along the two or so miles away from the 55 South but it is the same road.

Everything is fancier for the fancy beach folk in Newport. The eatery is no exception.

Cafe Gratitude in Berkeley is very Berkeley. It’s bohemian and does its own thing which is raw vegan last time we went which was a while ago, Mother’s Day when the eldest was in college, so quite some time. I was raw at the time so it must have been 2009. No one enjoyed it at the time except maybe V. I believe everyone went out for burgers after I stuffed myself with almost the entire menu, knowing this might be my one big chance to eat at the famous Cafe Gratitude I had read about in their array of books I owned and had made recipes from. Their well thought out menu names are touching and positive.

Then, another time, my friend Danananda swept me off to the Peace Labyrinth Gardens in LA and we ate at the other Cafe Gratitude, I remember it was on Larchmont. Here, the restaurant group had already began to expand to include cooked vegan food as well. Again, it was delicious and we both ate from each other’s plates and had desserts. This must have been about three or four years ago.

Today, we went to the new Gratitude. 

“Have you been here before?” asked our server.

“Yes,” we said in unison and then, “I have been to the one in Berkeley.” I said.

“I haven’t been to that one, but I have been to the very first one in San Francisco.” added Dana.

” I had no idea there was one in SF.” I said with a tilt of my head to hear more.

“Yes, it’s called Gracias, Madre.” our server piped in.

“OMG!” I shrieked, almost falling off my chair with the biggest smile on my face, ” That’s where my kids took me and ML to in SF when we were there last September!” and  I added, ” That was incredible! If your food is as good as that, I will be coming back”, I punctuated with a sense of relief as my whole countenance relaxed because now I knew I was in good hands. See blog post on Gracias Madre.

After re-reading the menu in between sharing and contemplating what exactly we were going to pick, I ended up indulging on the item I intuited I needed at first glance, minutes before. Every ingredient is organic and all the offerings are vegan. My kind of speed.

Danananda had the Humble Bowl which included red dal, quinoa, spinach, yams, coconut mint chutney and spicy tomato jam. In place of the quinoa, one had the option of sprouted probiotic brown rice instead, a nice touch.

I tasted her Indian flavors but was relishing my Warm-Hearted entree which was a bit more Northern Italian, clashing with her spices, so I stuck to my plate. She felt the same after trying mine.

My dish was grilled polenta with mushroom ragu, wild arugula, cashew ricotta, brazil nut parmesan and fresh basil cut chiffonade style, with a side of marinara and pesto sauces because I just had to test as much of their food as possible in one sitting, of course.

The presentation is a bit homey looking, less chef like than I expected, but I guess that’s what they are going for nowadays.

And Gracias Madre is still my favorite of the chain.

I savored every bite and we concluded the meals represented us well.

“Humble and Warm-Hearted”

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