Sunrise on Summer Solstice which is properly at 5:43 PM today. And then it begins... couple on minutes less light per day as we shift toward winter. That's the deal. We will sweat, and eat watermelon and have BBQ's but the path is clear and I know the spin.
Listening is like seeing. The intimacy of the moment is lost without it.
Listening is like seeing. The intimacy of the moment is lost without it.
Bee Balm doing its bee balm thing.
Bee Balm doing its bee balm thing.
Delphiniums had my attention this morning. Image after image of delphiniums...
Delphiniums had my attention this morning. Image after image of delphiniums. I return home delphinium drenched to discover a waterfront friend has died. Amongst other things, delphiniums are used to remember loved ones who have passed. I remember you Todd Miller. Condolences to your family and friends.
You routinely bloom near the solstice. In my yard. Close by...
You routinely bloom near the solstice. In my yard. Close by. You are no hothouse variety. Your heady scent has an undertone of rot to it. Despite its concentrated perfumed fragrance that has me stuffing blossoms in pockets and in nooks and crannies throughout the house it carries that smell of something going by but not yet gone by. Of summer being the receding of light. Of summers' harvest rushing forward frantically before it's too late. Yup, all that on a lovely morning in June the day before solstice.
Tomorrow is Summer Solstice and this light tide will begin to recede.
Tomorrow is Summer Solstice and this light tide will begin to recede.
And I wondered if you knew you looked like the sunrise.
And I wondered if you knew you looked like the sunrise.
At least the delphinium had a sense of humor.
At least the delphinium had a sense of humor.
Aboard the Haley G.
Very, very sad to hear of Todd Miller's death. Obituary below.
You were one of the Heroes of the Working Waterfront. Damn. Condolences to your family and friends.
Aboard the Haley G.
https://www.pressherald.com/2020/06/18/todd-miller-avid-skier-beloved-at-sunday-river-dies-at-53/
All there was to offer
All there was to offer
Upright. Arrived in time for coffeecake. Great to see you Tyler Scott.
Dear Anonymous,
Upright. Arrived in time for coffeecake. Great to see you Tyler Scott.
Lots of socks. Hungry for socks. Hungry for shoes. Tshirt supply is gone.
The open maw of the street. The maw of lives pushed to edges.
But there is water to distribute. Boxer briefs to hand out. And it will never be enough.
One young man I offer socks to puts up his hand.
'I'm all set. Hold onto them for somebody who got nothing.'
And I do.
Another man hands me a sweatshirt to 'recycle'. I'll wash it and back on the streets it goes.
I remember riding through fields of lavender in France. That sounds so romantic...
I remember riding through fields of lavender in France. That sounds so romantic. My ass was sore. My bicycle in disrepair making that 100 mile day less than comfy. My attitude: pissy. Still, miles of lavender fields.
She knew then her attachment to her hair. And how she was not the same without it.
She knew then her attachment to her hair. And how she was not the same without it.
The light tide continues for two more days or so....and then it turns.
The light tide continues for two more days or so....and then it turns.
Lady’s Day
Lady's Mantel. Alchemilla. Long history of use as a medicinal herb. The name alchemilla comes from the word alchemy. Apparently alchemists thought the water droplets collected from the leaves could turn some metals into gold. Sometimes called 'dew cup' due to the way it collects water.
Lady’s Day
He has lived experience of addiction. And recovery. And all the messy territory that lives between...
Dear Anonymous,
He has lived experience of addiction. And recovery. And all the messy territory that lives between these two shores. He has sustained deep personal loss. One of his brothers died from a fatal overdose. Recently. She, as well, recently lost a boyfriend to the same path. They are both employed. Live in a lovely apartment. They choose to visit.
I am just sitting with how that was yesterday to have them hand out packs to folks on the street in his brother's memory. Reflecting on the conversations. How impossible it can feel to make any change. Just how difficult it is to do so. Just how diminished thinking can become out here. Desperation. Urgency. Drama. Being overwhelmed is the norm. Mental illness partners with substance abuse. Trauma is leaking everywhere. Everyone talks at once. No one listening. No one realizing they are talking over someone else. Triggers. Triggers. What's the plan? I need a drink. I need a fix. I need boxers.
For these two to simply arrive. Stand with us. Be kind. Offer something without needing anything. Good medicine. Thank you.
life
life
Had had enough
Had had enough
Mrs. Penley's Peony
Mrs. Penley's Peony
Lavenderly
Lavenderly