Saturday, June 18, 2011

Behold the Rising Tide


Some turning point, whether it was the June 15th big moon event, or just some switch of summer that turned the faucet to hot and hell yeah, everything's been a little better lately, a little more golden. The work on the novel is moving along, and so as a reward, I took myself and my ma to the beach. I found a note I wrote to myself in my novel notebook that said, "Stay brave & open." Ok.
This guy snuck up on us. I defeated him and then put him in my pocket.

Limantour Beach (by Point Reyes Station) was 74 degrees and poetry-worthy weather.
I like grass.

All the real green grass of the real world was real pretty.

The day made me think of Robert Hass, one of my favorite poets, and his poem, "Interrupted Meditation" that ends this way.

"Everyone their own devastation. Each on its own scale.
I don't know what the key opens. I know we die,
and don’t know what is at the end. We don’t behave well.
And there are monsters out there, and millions of others
to carry out their orders. We live half our lives
in fantasy, and words. This morning I am pretending
to be walking down the mountain in the heat.
A vault of blue sky, traildust, the sweet medicinal
scent of mountain grasses, and at trailside—
I'm a little ashamed that I want to end this poem
singing, but I want to end this poem singing—the wooly
closed-down buds of the sunflower to which, in English,
someone gave the name, sometime, of pearly everlasting."

5 comments:

la mujer said...

amazing and inspirational...i admire your work. keep writing, and as you told yourself, "stay brave and open."

blessings

Sympathy said...

I liked the poetic conclusion by Robert Hass. Good post!

Dale Wilsey Jr. said...

Something I need to remember in the face of this year...stay brave.

Cheers
Dale

Neel said...

Wow Ada...Great Blog you've got.

Loved Robert Hass! Thanks for the post....

Xmastime said...

the plastic soldier pic is trippy, reminds me of a Sarah Vowell book cover