Thursday, October 31, 2013

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Where to end...begin?

When I don't know where to end or begin, I must first be where I am, and that is the only place to begin, end and transit, the only place there is.

And I won't be sufficient to the task, so if I confess that up front, perhaps I will get some help from my Supplier.
When the sun sets, the stars appear...the planets, other worlds, our world, 

Some talk of other universes...
Ever been in one of 'em? Me neither.
So I'll leave that subject for deeper minds. This one is quite huge enough to boggle mine. 
Even the little places we've called home fill me up to the brim and I overflow. 
I will miss this spot. 
We made a fire pit here where we could sit and "watch it roll", gather with friends, make a meal together...
 Make memories together...treasures...
I will carry them with me where ever I go...you all, you know who you are, go with me, with us...
Will you come and find us where we are now? let's make some new memories! 
 Dear Faisal, solid Suleman, sweet Lena, noble Bashar, able Abner.
Many, many others. Blago, Susan and David, Angel and Victoria, Debbie and Stan, Steve(RIP), Katie, Klaas, Peter and Sarah and Will Courage!
We'll meet again, with certainty. 

The cottage is emptied, purged of us. 
It felt like the inside of a whale that swallowed us for a while, then 
 
 burped us out onto solid ground again!
My inspiration and motivation:

 at Inspiration Point on the way to a promised land...
 And we have landed! We are perched on new edges now repleat with new perspectives on older treasures.
Can we get younger as we grow older? Where shall we begin?!
Right here. Right now. Right?

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Sunset on SeaRock


The sun is setting on our days here...
 "...be prepared...

 to fix what breaks."
Some of our works require constant repair, are in perpetual decay, yet have an enduring Something...
pixie dust? not exactly.

...Somethings are better broken...

 Every sunset means Day is breaking just over the horizon.

Monday, September 16, 2013

The Cloak of Invisibility

The Visible is the Cloak of the Invisible

A few years back I was caretaker of a several acre granite outcrop on the central California coast. Waves crashing on granite of the western border; the Pacific Ocean. The eastern border, just outside the stone  wall of our cottage, was Highway 1. . , cars crashing on granite was the norm there.

Every few weeks I'd walk out to the south end of the place,


 just below the turn out on the highway... I turned out also, then, and looked up at this hand-lettered sand-blasted redwood sign with a puzzled look on my face and read it aloud as if to myself in a questioning tone, "...thank you for not littering"? and then proceeded to pick up trash left by turn out visitors.
Actual trash picked up there
 No one was bothered by my activity because i wore a cloak of invisibility. Only seldom is someone with super powers present taking in the view. Literacy and being able to see the invisible are both super powers.
Also a super power is recognition of Ents (see above).
Now, it might be assumed that Ents never ever would appreciate sharpened steel, but i'm here to tell you otherwise. Ever seen me in serious need of a haircut? 
When you break an arm, do you leave it hanging?
(Konstantine the Magnificent)

 or call for "appropriate love"?
Such person-ification helped in a most unusual way and also in usual ways, to prepare a broken arm for a sling swing

that enjoys the same view as that of the highway turn out above: 


Meanwhile:

My own view was improving by the step a few days later...
as i approached my kindred timber..
(2 separate links)

Watching us from the OTHER turn out, or "lay by", seen above just to the left of my own "flesh and blo", in the distance...

the original Seal Team Six wearing their cloak of invisibility (i had temporarily acquired an additional superpower that day, which i now share here with you).

If you don't see all six it's because there's some attenuation of the superpower signal when shared online.
For example, the other day we saw a pod of whales having an anchovy picnic for hours, circling and cavorting, and i even saw a full breach, real, like on tv, first time in 7 years. It's pictured above, but they too were wearing their cloaks, so the only evidence is the hump back seen in the distance above.
One of the interesting things about the cloak of invisibility is that you still cast a shadow when wearing it. 
Can you tell? Here's a close up to help: 

It helps to have so many distractions nearby for viewers to focus on:


There are other creatures about, wearing cloaks, but you often can tell when they've been around... 

On a certain level, it all circles around like a grand anchovy picnic, and at each level
there are kinships and reunions...
...and it all flows downhill, greening and nourishing the earth,
and returns to the sea to follow the sun, to rise again in altered aspect.
The cloak of invisibility is really a coat of many colors.



Tuesday, August 27, 2013

August morning


August morning in Carmel Highlands


the rising sun casts a mural on a sea rock wall


meanwhile, inside the greenhouse there are other risings



Friday, August 16, 2013

Steve Gally July 14, 1951 ~ July 16, 2013



Rest in peace, Steve Gally, artist and mason who layed up bricks of kindness and crafted sculptures of caring. Your good works endure and your good deeds have trailblazed on before you.
http://bigsurkate.wordpress.com/2013/08/14/steve-gally-memorial/

http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/montereyherald/obituary.aspx?n=steve-galley&pid=166397948#fbLoggedOut

Friday, August 2, 2013

Sorting out the web at this end...

Troubleshooting our troublesome internet connection...

Still troublesome, but at least I found that the trouble is with our ISP rather than some on-site problem.
Now, when the techie they send arrives, he'll find a pretty accessible tangle of stuff.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Firewood stocked up for next winter, thanks to intrepid Carl

6:30 pm. Just about to relax into some guitar playing after a great dinner. The phone rings. Caller ID says its the intercom at our outside gate"hey Mark it's Carl I got yer firewood!" Carl is one of the local forces of nature.
He is a prime producer, an artisan of ancient and modern
fundamentals. He produces and delivers firewood.
The cans are filled with kindling.

Somehow they end up on top...
plenty few inches to spare on the gate:
"No extra charge for the tree trimming!"
Back in the recliner, tuning up the guitar by 7 pm.