by author on June 24, 2008
June 24, 2008. It’s about 8 in the morning.
I listened to a podcast about Grace Paley, walked up University Avenue. It was comfortable in my slight jacket. One of those days that started up right, chilly but going to be hot, and clear and sunny.
Oregon summer days, clear blue sky, dark green trees, fresh, clean.
Chilly in the morning. There’s a line in a Willy Nelson song, refers to “clear mountain mornings,” and I think of the past, clear mountain mornings that brightened my soul (whoa, pretty pretentious phrasing there, but then …
There was that valley under the peaks in the Trinity Alps, clear mountain mornings, the green meadow floor, the little lake, those peaks up above. Especially cold, but you know the heat of the day is coming … sunlight crawling down from the peaks, over the meadow, reaching the lake … granite peaks
And then whomp it’s 42 years later and here I am walking through the campus with that memory of the pleasant chill anticipating the later heat.
Listening to poetry, but in a podcast on an ipod. Forty fricken two years later.
Not that I care.
It’s a really nice morning. I stopped off at the bookstore for coffee and sweat pants.
by author on February 18, 2008
This post should have a picture of the view from Amazon towards College Hill on a very bright, very cold, very early morning in February, with a slight cloud running horizontally in front of the hill, maybe one house’s worth of height, and the length of the hill, halfway up. Wispy. I caught that view as I pulled up at Allan Bros on Hilyard to get coffee. I wish I had taken the picture.
It’s about an hour later now, I’m alone in the office on President’s Day Monday, my music is way too loud for normal office consumption. I have a headache. I’m just loving my coffee.
I woke up at 3-something a.m., too alert to sleep, so I went downstairs to break the sludge and sleep on the couch. But the Mac was awake (recording something) and I checked things. M had an email. P sent pictures. I posted three different posts on the blog. Then it was 6 a.m. Still dark. I went upstairs, tried to sleep, did something like sleeping until 7:15. Got up, dressed, scraped the ice off of the car (28 degrees) and off to the office.
It’s great that I’m writing the book. Makes me happy. I meant to sleep, but couldn’t.
Meditation. I’m doing it less. What’s up with that?
by admin on November 10, 2007
So many different mornings, special, special light, crisp, chill, fog or not, music, quiet, alone, peace, coffee, reflections.
So many mornings.
