Marsh

AUTUMN

This year the colors are spectacular. Maybe it depends on the rain in June, I'm not sure. I wonder if we all change color and don't realize it. I know the grass in the marsh changes color everyday by a small amount. The change is so small it is hard to detect. But after one week it is quite obvious. I do think we change with the seasons, more than we realize. And winter is probably a time for reflection, and autumn the time to consider reflecting. Maybe it is no coincidence that the market crashes in October. Everyone starts to reflect. Intuition is more powerful than false confidence. The transition of colors is more gradual this year, a slow unfolding over a few weeks.

Walked thru these "families" of sequoias in Muir woods today. These 2000 yr old trees grow in circular groups like pitcher plants. Wandering in these woods in mysterious and inspiring.

old living stones

Stones of Illsboro pushing through the surface reach back 600 million years. A mile of ice covered the area just 14,000 years ago. So with the combination of age old artifacts and glacier movement, we can be delighted to walk over random scattered red oxidized and wet green crystalized  boulders in long beach boulder fields.

oddly connected

Some weeks things have a resonance of all being connected. As if people subliminally read my mind without knowing it happened. Things repeat themselves. Maybe I shouldn't be shocked. Everything is a garden of possibilities. No two flowers are the same, or are they?

Recession

A recession is like shuffling the card deck a few times. I never know what to expect, but then sometimes things stay the same as if there were no shuffling. Shuffling is mostly good because I look in new places for new things, and I don't have to question why, because I don't have any choice. It's the same deck of cards, but shuffled.

In some ways; a recession gives me the extra time I've always craved. Time to experiment, develop an idea a bit more, and perhaps relax during the process. Time to crawl around on the ground and watch the last blueberries float in the breeze.

September 2, 2008

Along the coast there are coves with stone beaches. The stones often define fresh water marshes. The grass grows all summer long in the marsh until it is very tall, and at the end of the summer, the wind seeps over the grass and weaves it together in tiny twirling tornados. In autumn the grass turns orange and then brownish just like the seaweed.