Life took a rollercoaster turn around a week ago. Tighly bound as we are in our household, when one element falters we all feel the shift.
Voices of Love and Theft
I’m teaching Virgil again. It‘s hard to believe that it’s been ten years since I last taught this greatest of poets. Although the school room has turned into a kitchen table and the student is my fifteen year old son rather than a group of girls from London,
Shining Aspiration
At this time of annual beginning, the old year has scarcely departed and the new is still removing his shoes in the doorway. I always spare a thought for the deity Janus, the Roman god of beginnings in this first month.
Adeste Fideles
The rain is falling softly outside as the afternoon stretches into the night before Christmas. While our winter wonderland might not be white, the spirit of Christmas is strong in our hearts.
Music of Memory
Life in the City of Dreams ebbs and flows. I was in the car one evening on the way to Inglewood I think; a drive I’ve sat through more than twice.
Voyagers
We are at the beach once again but it’s a different beach today. Perhaps it’s because the months have turned to December and the seasons have slid into their final movement of the year.
Looking At Time
We took that trip to see more of America. Early one morning we bundled into my husband’s car, children, bags, dog and all, leaving home in the rear view mirror, at least for a while.
Slivers Of A Singing Moon
In the current time of loss and shrinkage of our humanity, the song of the eternal poet has been stalking my thoughts. What does he make of our intrusive silence I often wonder.
A Village Under The Sky
I was driving yesterday. Through the pink evening of an unfolding Los Angeles sunset. Driving at times like these, the magical dimension of the place appears.
Silvery Somewhere
A silver path to somewhere floats away into the horizon; streaming through the rolling waves. Two small figures dance in silhouette against the sunlit ocean.
Lavender Dreams
The light has been extraordinary this past week in our little quarter of Los Angeles. A pale lavender luminescence that has cast a dream like glow through us all.
What Can I Do?
We’re out and about early with the dog these days. Sunlight usually glimmers way up above a city that hasn’t quite woken up yet. The water in the fountain sits, still and serene and the restaurants and shops are silent.