damaged rose

IMG_0290There is a wonderful rose garden near my office. I go there almost every day to see what has changed and to smell the flowers. My phone has many photos of roses which caught my eye on different days. This was yesterday’s rose. The beauty and the scent were unaffected, and perhaps even heightened because of how damaged it is. The gardeners tend lovingly to this area, but somehow this rose must have been particularly appealing to whatever is eating it alive. I think the holes are lovely though with their negative space framed by dark edges. I felt a kinship to this flower. Relationships and events in my life sometimes nibble little pieces of me away and though I am alive, I too am a damaged rose.

My Favorite Lookout

Downieville is a magical little town with some pretty dark history, nestled in the pines. I haven’t been there for 2 years, but lately it has been on my mind…20150711_145247

Above the town, up a winding and particularly bumpy dirt road, where you reach an impassible point and have to walk the last bit, sits my favorite lookout. The views are spectacular…so vast that you can hardly comprehend the scale of what you see below you. The day in the photographs was exceptionally beautiful because the billowy clouds were moving quickly and their shadows on the ground below moved parallel in a fascinating dance of earth and sky…dark and light.

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This place and the town below are calling to my soul and I must go.

Ocotillo + Potential

I received a beautiful package in the mail, from a dear friend who understands my imagination and love of potential. Inside the package was the book “Roxaboxen.” It was so good it gave me goosebumps. I purchased my own little place of rocks, boxes, and potential in May and have begun the long transformation which will be a beautiful home when I have worked enough to transform it.

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The following are not pictures of my Roxaboxen, but are of a trip I took to the Anza Borrego State Park during Spring Break to see a spectacular wildflower bloom. The ocotillo in the book reminded me of the real, very impressive, ocotillo I saw in March. I didn’t realize how much beauty there was in the desert until I had an adventure there.

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Now I am in love with the idea of seeing beauty and growth in places that at first appear harsh and barren.

The Stairs Are Closed

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We didn’t see the sign until we had ever so carefully climbed down the two flights, holding onto the rails and gingerly stepping on the rusty metal edges in case more of the wood gave way. Then at the bottom there it was, blown off to the side, saying: Danger! The stairs are closed…with little fluttering broken pieces of caution tape tied to the rails. Would it have made a difference if we had seen the sign beforehand? No, because we had hiked 2 miles of steep switch backs through loose gravel and granite and there was no way we would turn around without swimming in the glorious pool at the bottom.

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Our intent had been to make it all they way to Curtain Falls (which you can see back in the following image) but it was a bit more treacherous than we were prepared for. Next time, we will pack twice the water and a waterproof bag to swim and scramble over boulders all the way to the waterfall.

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The view of Bald Rock Dome, of the granite sides of the canyon, and the verdant forest are well worth the perilous hike and several days of ache that follow.

Kitten boundary testing

I was evacuated from my home this weekend because of a large forest fire. My older, wilderness savvy cat was outside during the evacuation which meant he was on his own for several days. Once the evacuation lifted, I was able to locate a very thirsty Jack and reunite him with the 3 month old kitten sisters who have invaded his home. He got a big drink, eyeing the girls (but not growling) when they got too close to his water and then settling into his napping chair. He then tolerated the tiny Penelope watching him nap, but when she jumped down into his space he reached out and batted her away. I don’t think he does this boundary setting hard enough to hurt the kittens because they give him space for long enough to relax and then are right back to sniffing and trying to snuggle him. It made me happy to have things safe and back to normal…and I think Jack may have even been more tolerant of the boundary testing in appreciation of his return to comfort.

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Rainbows in the Falls and on my Hands

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With all the rain in Northern California this year, the waterfalls are still going big and the trails are more rugged than before. The morning I hiked to Feather Falls I crossed several smaller falls on the trail and couldn’t avoid walking through the water at one point where it merged with the trail for a ways. It was lovely…verdant and splashy…lots of smiles and thinking how lucky I am to leave so near the forest.  The rainbow in the main fall was particularly captivating and although it is a long, hot hike I am tempted to go back to play in the water above the fall.

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…and then back at home I felt inspired to use up all the colors of dye powder I could find to breathe new life into some old clothes and linens. I didn’t have gloves (not that I would have remembered to wear them if I did) so my hands are rainbow as well. When I look at them typing away at work it brings me joy to remember all that soul refreshing free time I spent outside in nature and in my backyard letting my creativity run free.

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Gratitude Stone

I recently attended a workshop on embracing change. One of the takeaways was focusing on gratitude as a way to bring yourself back to the present. There was a little treasure chest full of rocks passed around to the participants. Most of the rocks were polished semi-precious stones in lovely colors, but I found the one that was obviously picked up from the beach to be particularly captivating because of how it has been worn down by the elements. Each time I look at it I think of something I am grateful for: meditation is often the first thing that comes to mind these days. But I also think of how elements of our lives wear on us in intricate ways that we can choose to see as beautiful even if we are raw and unpolished.

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