Steep Ravine

We’re still in the midst of packing and whatnot, but yesterday we took off across the bay to spend the afternoon with Erik’s brother Elbert. We visited the San Rafael farmers’ market (the same one we went to for my birthday) and then hiked at Mt Tamalpais. The weather was perfect and my backpack full of treats from the market (a half-dozen satsumas, a smoked salmon crêpe, and two pretzel croissants… yes, pretzel croissants) — I like to bring rewards along on my hikes. ;)

We started near Stinson Beach and hiked up, quickly reaching a point where we could see the Pacific on one side and the mountains on the other. People were hang gliding far above; Elbert said you can glide in tandem with an instructor who takes you from the top of Mt Tam down to the beach below. I kind of want to try it… I want to know if it’s anything like my flying dreams.

View from Mt Tam trails

In the bright sun, it felt almost like spring, but the plants knew it wasn’t yet. We saw few flowers. Also no mushrooms and just a few banana slugs — not like last time.

Daisy

After we’d climbed to a certain elevation, the trail began to dip. I was pleased because I’d been getting too warm in the sun! (Yes, it’s a California January… not hot like in LA, but I soon stripped off my wool sweater. Erik did the whole hike in a t-shirt, and we saw plenty of hikers in shorts.)

Lisa

ErikWe ended up along the Steep Ravine trail, which runs through the redwoods and beside and over a little creek. There is something so magical about forests, even when one is out of breath and sticky and trying very hard not to slip on the damp path. It’s all that moss and lichen, the shelf fungi and the slugs, the tiny flames of color when the flowers show their faces… those innumerable shades and textures of green and brown, the trees arching and reaching, the primeval-looking ferns, and of course the way the sunlight changes each spot, each second, each step.

Creek

Partway along the trail we saw a sign that said “advisory: 10-foot ladder, 0.8 mile.” We’d seen the same notation, “ladder,” on the map, and I was very curious to know what that meant. I was expecting something dramatic and scary and narrow and vertical, but no. The ladder looked exactly like steeply angled steps, complete with handrail, only the tops of the steps weren’t quite flat. Erik and Elbert took them standing upright, but my soles were slippy so I used my hands as well.

ladder on the trail

After the anticlimactic ladder we hiked for about a mile more, mostly uphill, with one stop so we could sit on fallen logs and eat and drink. Soon we were back at the parking lot. Erik and Elbert got their lunches out of Elbert’s car (I’d brought mine in the backpack), and we finished our food, then drove to where we’d left the other car at the trailhead. Before we parted we sat in Elbert’s car for a while and talked about the places we’ll miss when we move — Elbert is actually moving the same day we are, February 15, and also down to San Jose (so until Erik and I leave for Toronto, we’ll all be in the same city).

I’m so excited about our trip that I can’t feel too much regret for what we’re leaving behind, but I admit it is hard to imagine that anyplace else can ever feel as much home to me as California. Especially Northern California, especially the Bay Area. I grew up with these trees and these mountains and this ocean, these hawks and scrub jays and banana slugs, the chaparral and the tidepools. Even when I can’t identify the components, the total effect feels right. I’ve known the Bay Area outdoors since I was a kid, and more recently I’ve been getting to know California’s highways and urban areas.

Well, but who knows? I may fall in love with someplace else. And just as likely, I may return to the Bay Area even more committed to it than before, buy a house in North Berkeley, and live here the rest of my life. I’m so excited to see what else is out there… and I am so glad and grateful I’ve had 30 years to live in a place like this.

Oh, and by the way: the Harkenbacks, who were playing at the farmers’ market yesterday morning, are worth your time. Give them a listen, ‘specially if you’re a folk/bluegrass/blues fan like me.

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Open Mic Friday! you talk: a life well lived

Happy first Friday of the Dragon Year, good companions, and welcome to the Open Mic!  If you’re new here, on Fridays we get together here for some chat. (Sometimes there’s a guest artist instead.) The topic varies from week to week, but everyone is welcome to participate in the comments.

Earlier this week my friend Apricot shared a beautiful video on her blog; apparently it’s been making its way around the intertubes. It’s a brief, loving tribute by artist/filmmaker Julia Warr to her 95-year-old friend, former ballet dancer Maia Helles.

(By the way, if you want to learn Maia’s isometric exercises, there’s a video of those too.)

The video made me think of a number of powerful exercises that have helped me get perspective on my life by imagining myself at the end of it. In other words, who do I want to be when I’m Maia Helles’s age? What do I want my life to be like? What do I want people to remember me for?

How do you see yourself at 95?

See you in the comments!

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Yesteryear Apothecary (second excerpt)

Here’s another excerpt from my series of scent-inspired vignettes, “Yesteryear Apothecary.” To find out more about how I came to write them, read the previous excerpt, RECITAL.

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LOCKER ROOM

Teen Spirit ad

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Feeling my way through

This is the sixth draft of this post. I was having a very uncomfortable feeling and I knew I needed to write about it, but I couldn’t get at the heart of what I wanted to say. I finally realized the problem was that I don’t know what I want to say. But that’s important too. I know this uncomfortable feeling has something to tell me, and I know that eventually it will. I know this because in the past few weeks I have been rereading some of my LiveJournal archives, and in retrospect I can see very clearly that my most important insights are months or years in the making. So I’m not going to try to draw conclusions here; I just want to record this process of feeling and thinking and seeking. Continue reading

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Open Mic Friday! you talk: how are you?

Happy last Friday of the Rabbit Year, esteemed friends, and welcome to the Open Mic! If you’re new here, on Fridays we get together here for some chat. (Sometimes there’s a guest artist instead.) The topic varies from week to week, but everyone is welcome to participate in the comments.

This week, as regular readers know, I’ve been busy packing and preparing for our upcoming move. Actually, in spite of the busyness, I’ve managed to do a lot of visiting (including hanging out with some of you, in person!), but I’m reeling a little from all the running around. Maybe you’ve had a similarly active week. Want to just sit for a little while with some tea (or a whiskey, if you’re so inclined) and catch up?

DIY satsuma candle

DIY satsuma candle I made this week -- click for directions!

In our second week of IWL workshop, over the summer, Jaime opened the meeting with something he called “Highlight, lowlight.” We all went around the table, sharing briefly the highlight of our week and the low point. Of course a busy week is actually a lot to look back on; some of us couldn’t remember what we’d done, so we just mentioned the incidents that came to mind first. And that is perfectly okay.

I’m aware your week might have contained a highlight and/or lowlight that you’re not willing to share with the internets. Just say whatever you like. I’ll be here, with my tea (Tulsi ginger with honey), listening.

 

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Yesteryear Apothecary (first excerpt)

Last October I went through an obsessive few weeks of scentophilia. I spent hours perusing the shops of independent artisan perfumiers: Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, For Strange Women, Poison Apple Apothecary, Wiggle, Midnight Gypsy, and The Morbid the Merrier. I ordered samples and, to Erik’s chagrin (he doesn’t like fragrance), tested a new one each day. We both thought I was goofing off, wasting days this way, but it turned out I wasn’t. In fact, I was — as I encourage other artists to do, in The Inspired Way – literally following my nose for inspiration.

As a result of my olfactory explorations, I ended up with a new signature scent that I’m ridiculously crazy about (The Golden Bough, from Arabesque Aromas), and — after a couple of weeks of sampling — a creative idea that was so galvanizing it got me out of bed and scribbling as if my life depended on it. That idea became Yesteryear Apothecary, a collection of 12 imaginary fragrances based on childhood memories. Each of the dozen “scents” follows the more-or-less-standard format of the indie perfumiers: title, image, evocative blurb, list of fragrance notes. In my case, the image is an old photo and the blurb a capsule of creative autobiography (names, details have been changed or combined). Enjoy the sample.

RECITAL

Lisa dressed up, 1988

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Moving: the 180% task

We’ve been sending emails and packing things and making plans for our move, which is underway a bit earlier than we originally intended. Although our one-way plane tickets to Toronto are for the last week of April, we’ll be leaving this house in just under a month. So now we are hustling to find homes for our belongings. I think back on all the yard saleing and craft-supplies-stocking I did when we first moved in here, and I don’t regret it. Non, je ne regrette rien… even if it does make my life a little more complicated now. Anyway, moving is trouble no matter how much stuff you have (unless, perhaps, you have nothing). I commented to Erik this morning that even after eliminating so many of the items, there still seems to be so much stuff left: books and clothes to give away, soap dishes, rolls of paper towels, my files, and of course food. He replied, “As we say in software development: when you’re done with the first 90%, then you have to worry about the second 90%.” Yep.  Continue reading

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