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A woman and a Baxter Bear go tent camping across the American South from East to West. We started in Baltimore. The destination is the journey. We're starting over.

Earthquake in Sonoma, CA 2014 or We’re all just visitors here.
You must experience California in a 6.1 earthquake to get the full experience. So…..an old friend and his compadres obliged me on my journey. They took me to the epicenter for a full-on shake, rattle and roll. Baxter Bear got his earthquake on too.
After a day of champagne, croquet and floaties in a pool designed for 1920s aristocrats…we retired in a house made of glass. It was perhaps 3:00 am or so when we were mercilessly awakened from our sleep by Gaia herself. She must have laid her heavy hand on the roof and shook violently, as if to say “Wooga, Wooga, wooga!” ” remember me? You are just visitors here ! Get it together! You have limited time!”
I looked out the window from my bedroom and, to my surprise, I saw sparks in different colors across the sky and wondered if we’d been hit by lightening. The electric lines couldn’t stand Gaia’s fury and were letting off sparks, it seems. Fires were a real threat. Baxter Bear ran out on the balcony because the art house we were staying in felt like it was supported only by stilts - and they were going to break. Then he changed his mind and crept back like a baby into bed with me, his teeth and body chattering all the while. I held him close like a child. He thought I was protecting HIM.
In the living room- where eight people suddenly found themselves (I don’t remember how I got there), we started waiting for aftershocks. Everyone had a different coping mechanism. One person crouched in a corner and was texting friends, another checked the news reports for the seismic power of the quake and found 4.9. I thought, “how strange….it felt like a 6.0”. I’d experienced the Loma Prieto earthquake from Palo Alto in 1989 and it felt similar in strength to this one/ though shorter…. Another person, a woman, laughed in self-defense. It was loud and strange.
The friend who brought me on this Sonoma adventure sprung into action in a different way. He was practical and protective. He found a broom and garbage bag… and began collecting endless piles of glass that had shattered to the floor. The glass played an important role in the mysterious, epic drama of sights and sounds that evening. It also posed the biggest danger for 8 humans and 5 dogs. A painting had nearly fallen on our heads in bed but the nail that held it up was still holding by a thread. Someone laid it on the ground- I don’t remember when or how. The glass, to be collected, had fallen all over the wooden floors and staircases. There - before us- lay the remains of wine glasses and dishes; once perched decoratively above the living room in beautiful designer fashion. When I realized I could do more than just watch everyone around me react, I finally grabbed a garbage back to help. Don’t get me wrong- for better or worse, I still regret not taking “after” photos but I’m glad I helped.
Earthquakes are like so many things in life. They remind you that you’re just human and not really in control. But it’s better to share these moments with others. We can make the most of a crazy circumstance when we’re together- each in our own individual ways.
The next morning, we gathered and, with much ado about something, we made the best post-apocalyptic breakfast ever. The 3-4 architects and one engineer surveyed the house and gave it a big thumbs up. We weren’t falling off our hinges and foundation. So we happily went on to survive a heart-stopping panapoly of bacon, eggs, hash browns and berries before driving sleepily back toward the rest of the world- beyond the magical, shaking vineyards. It’s a crazy world out there and I don’t want to miss a moment of it. Our music in the car on the ride home was the news telling us we survived the epicenter of a 6.1 earthquake that weekend.
What a trip! I recommend earthquake adventures in Sonoma or Napa for any seasoned traveller to California.

Earthquake in Sonoma, CA 2014 or We’re all just visitors here.

You must experience California in a 6.1 earthquake to get the full experience. So…..an old friend and his compadres obliged me on my journey. They took me to the epicenter for a full-on shake, rattle and roll. Baxter Bear got his earthquake on too.

After a day of champagne, croquet and floaties in a pool designed for 1920s aristocrats…we retired in a house made of glass. It was perhaps 3:00 am or so when we were mercilessly awakened from our sleep by Gaia herself. She must have laid her heavy hand on the roof and shook violently, as if to say “Wooga, Wooga, wooga!” ” remember me? You are just visitors here ! Get it together! You have limited time!”

I looked out the window from my bedroom and, to my surprise, I saw sparks in different colors across the sky and wondered if we’d been hit by lightening. The electric lines couldn’t stand Gaia’s fury and were letting off sparks, it seems. Fires were a real threat. Baxter Bear ran out on the balcony because the art house we were staying in felt like it was supported only by stilts - and they were going to break. Then he changed his mind and crept back like a baby into bed with me, his teeth and body chattering all the while. I held him close like a child. He thought I was protecting HIM.

In the living room- where eight people suddenly found themselves (I don’t remember how I got there), we started waiting for aftershocks. Everyone had a different coping mechanism. One person crouched in a corner and was texting friends, another checked the news reports for the seismic power of the quake and found 4.9. I thought, “how strange….it felt like a 6.0”. I’d experienced the Loma Prieto earthquake from Palo Alto in 1989 and it felt similar in strength to this one/ though shorter…. Another person, a woman, laughed in self-defense. It was loud and strange.

The friend who brought me on this Sonoma adventure sprung into action in a different way. He was practical and protective. He found a broom and garbage bag… and began collecting endless piles of glass that had shattered to the floor. The glass played an important role in the mysterious, epic drama of sights and sounds that evening. It also posed the biggest danger for 8 humans and 5 dogs. A painting had nearly fallen on our heads in bed but the nail that held it up was still holding by a thread. Someone laid it on the ground- I don’t remember when or how. The glass, to be collected, had fallen all over the wooden floors and staircases. There - before us- lay the remains of wine glasses and dishes; once perched decoratively above the living room in beautiful designer fashion. When I realized I could do more than just watch everyone around me react, I finally grabbed a garbage back to help. Don’t get me wrong- for better or worse, I still regret not taking “after” photos but I’m glad I helped.

Earthquakes are like so many things in life. They remind you that you’re just human and not really in control. But it’s better to share these moments with others. We can make the most of a crazy circumstance when we’re together- each in our own individual ways.

The next morning, we gathered and, with much ado about something, we made the best post-apocalyptic breakfast ever. The 3-4 architects and one engineer surveyed the house and gave it a big thumbs up. We weren’t falling off our hinges and foundation. So we happily went on to survive a heart-stopping panapoly of bacon, eggs, hash browns and berries before driving sleepily back toward the rest of the world- beyond the magical, shaking vineyards. It’s a crazy world out there and I don’t want to miss a moment of it. Our music in the car on the ride home was the news telling us we survived the epicenter of a 6.1 earthquake that weekend.

What a trip! I recommend earthquake adventures in Sonoma or Napa for any seasoned traveller to California.

“Our own life has to be our message.”

—    Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)

(via therednative)

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy

because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless

and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.

—   Robin Williams  (via kiddings)

Only the ones with compassion and the resources to fight against depression with all their might act like this. Making other people laugh or feel happy is an anti-depressant of the best kind…

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Just do something

It’s better than the alternative.
Sometimes the goal is to have a goal so you can get to the other side of the mountain. The bear climbed over the mountain to see what he could see. We all know what he saw but that’s ok for now.

Play with Bears- every chance you get…

Baxter Bear looked grateful for my return from San Francisco. As I entered the garden, he stood on his hind legs till I approached and then he gave me his golden bear hug and winning, toothy smile! I don’t exaggerate when I say that he radiated pride in the park as he effortlessly bounded after my ball tosses with both paws fully extended. We have a winning partnership in life’s splendid game of catch.

Sharing the hard truth…

Sharing the hard truth…

(Source: therednative)

San Francisco Surprise

There is something extraordinary about San Francisco that quietly surprised me this time. I’m house-sitting for a friend while I meet with potential opportunities. Her house is perhaps grown-up sitting me. I’m cozily nestled between Golden Gate Park and a cable car which floats down Judah Street between the beach and the Embarcadero in the Sunset District.

I am content to just be here near the Japanese and Botanical Gardens and the DeYoung museum - but not because I’ve enjoyed them all- I haven’t had time- but because I can easily enjoy them when I want to…The weather is great, the people are intriguing and a man wished me happy Friday. He may be crazy but the atmosphere makes me giddy with excitement. I wonder if all the other cities in the US feel jealous because San Francisco is so well endowed. It’s as if all the other cities were robbed…

I’m in the right place all of a sudden and I can eat any variety of exotic foods. The restaurants within 3 blocks of me are exquisitely filled with gorgeous aromas- Korean, authentic Mexican, Persian, Japanese, Vietnamese, Chinese, Ethiopian, Irish, US, Italian and Thai….I thought I’d never decide what I wanted tonight because I was hungry enough to want it all. I chose the Korean restaurant because it’s popular following the past two days made me wonder….How could everyone wait outside in line to eat here - with so many other good choices around?

From early in the morning until evening today, I went driving with a friend and explored several places in hilly neighborhoods that I’ve never really seen before….Bernal Heights, the Twin Peaks and the Sunset District. I realized I hadn’t seen it all before - though I’d lived in San Francisco for 5 years- once upon a time- many years ago…I remember that I even volunteered at the International Visitor’s Center - giving tours to Fulbright scholars and diplomats before I’d even learned the names of the sights, smells, architecture and streets I loved. But I showed them with enthusiasm as I drove my car like a roller coaster around this gorgeous piece of real estate.

Once I’d settled down and parked so I could continue touring on foot today- I explored sights, sounds, scented botanical plants and exotic trees with hanging moss until my empty stomach just couldn’t take it anymore. I had eaten a very small breakfast and then promptly forgot about my lunch. I had no snack all day so I hungrily floated through every remarkable corner of the 55-acre, Botanical Gardens of Golden Gate Park until a Korean restaurant in the Sunset beckoned me to hightail it out with my friend who happily agreed….

There is not one specific thing that makes this city special. San Francisco, my love, has a rare combination of beauty and resources, happy faces and striking spaces mixed with delectable smells and tastes.

Bless this place.
Bless the place!

iclande:

give me peonies and i’ll love you with an everlasting love


I have to agree. A neighbor once gave me one from his Baltimore garden and I couldn’t stop staring at it. I’d never really see one before. I placed it in a glass with water. Peonies are complex and infinite works of art. I was mesmerised. Was it love? The peony grabbed a special place in my heart.

iclande:

give me peonies and i’ll love you with an everlasting love

I have to agree. A neighbor once gave me one from his Baltimore garden and I couldn’t stop staring at it. I’d never really see one before. I placed it in a glass with water. Peonies are complex and infinite works of art. I was mesmerised. Was it love? The peony grabbed a special place in my heart.

(Source: simply-divine-creation, via opalesent)

Homelorn

southquest2:

As I travel - yearning for home - I linger and wonder why I’m torn.

Is home a retreat where my pet lays his head? A safe place for MY love -snuggling in bed? Home’s where our family may live or drop by…with friendly neighbors / passers-by?….Home has my music, stores my hats and boots, my decor,…


Having none of your Lion bullshit today.


Sometimes they surprise you.

Having none of your Lion bullshit today.

Sometimes they surprise you.

(Source: fencehopping, via pirategeorgeg)