My dear friend Bunni Lesh took these pictures over the last few weeks. She was kind enough to let me share them on my blog. I think, one of the reasons I write is to try to find words for moments like these so I can share them with the rest of the world. If there is any shred of poet in my personality, it is because my roots were planted and grew in these Pacific Ocean winter sunsets skies.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
If you are male, squeamish or lacking a sense of humor:
WARNING THIS POST CONTAINS MENSTRUATION CONVERSATION
This morning, something happened to me for the first time EVER in my 30 years of life. When I turned 30, I braced myself for all sorts of new issues--grey hair, stray cats, a large collection of empty ice cream pints and wrinkles. However, this morning, something I thought should have happened to me in junior high occurred for the first time.
I didn't sleep very well and woke up cranky, was mean to my little sister without provocation, and just felt like crying for no reason. Well, at this point in my life, I know what that means. PMS Express, round trip ticket for one. The "P" in PMS for the men who continued reading despite my warning, means pre...it usually means in a week, mother nature will remind me with a vibrant shade of red what exactly it means to be a woman.
I decided to drop everything, put my headphones on and head out for a run to clear my head. I hoped to generate enough endorphins to make it through the day without physically assaulting my innocent little sister. Despite the bleeding blister on the back of my heel I hit my stride pretty quickly, felt the sun on my shoulders and began to cheer up a bit. But then...
Well, apparently Mother Nature's New Year's Resolution was to be more punctual, so punctual that she decided to show up a whole week early.
Ladies, you know what I'm talking about. When it comes, it comes and you know it the moment it happens even if its off schedule or in the middle of a much needed run. Men, you don't want me to describe it in anymore detail. Let's just say, I turned around and ran back to my house much faster than I ran out starting my run. I was feeling quite dejected. I had set out to turn my day around and ended up turning around faster than I had hoped. The attitude I had hoped to shake, was not only still there, but worse now.
Since she arrived a week early, I wasn't prepared with the proper toiletries for Mother Nature. I dug through my purse and found not only a tampon but half a bag of Peanut M&M's. I ate them for breakfast.
Now, even after the rough start to the day, I'm eating my Peanut M&M's, writing a blog post that will hopefully make you laugh and believing that the purse is half full.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Today I am pondering the weather, probably because I am supposed to be writing my column for DEEP Magazine. My feigning focus is easily lead astray by the rays of 80 degree sunlight shining through my living room window. In Santa Barbara, we have mild and unpredictable weather, i.e. the heat we are experiencing in January. I want to state that this post is not a compliant, just an observation.
I lived in Chicago last year, and even though the temperature there rises well over 80 degrees at certain times of the year, it is currently 34 degrees with conditions described as a wintry mix--I'm guessing some combination of rain and snow. (I personally prefer the snow to the rain.) While my friends in Chicago consider me lucky, I have a longing for flakes--the weather condition, not the personality type as I find flakiness most aggravating.
The thing I love most about Chicago weather is that you get a bit of everything. I appreciate 80 degrees so much more after thawing out from winter. I found a quiet white winter wonder in Chicago that I will never find in Santa Barbara. My SB winter, not to be overshadowed, says goodnight with a sunset of poetry in hues of pink and orange that paint purple our island blues. I love them both for completely unique reasons. And because I am in Santa Barbara right now I will be grateful for the poetry of my sun as it departs for the day, but that doesn't mean there aren't quiet winter snowflakes softly falling in my soul.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
The Santa Barbara Borders is a ghost town already. I went in over the weekend to buy a magazine, the only thing that wasn't on sale. I rarely shop at Borders. It is too big and if I want a coffee I go to the French Press (ok, sometimes Starbucks too but shhh don't tell anyone) not Borders. I don't like how organized everything is, plastic and perfectly in rows. There is no magic at Borders. How am I going to trip over my new favorite book if all of the books are perfectly lined up on shelves?
I grew up going to Chaucer's and The Earthling. Silent pause for The Earthling, long departed bookstore that graced various State St. locations through out my childhood until Borders came to town. I still frequent Chaucer's regularly. Walking into Chaucer's, I feel as if I am walking into my own imagination. The tall and narrow aisles are like the deep chasms of my brain. I don't even know what is lurking in them half the time but just like waking up from a dream, I am pleasantly surprised by new discoveries each time I venture into the depths.
I always refer people to Chaucer's. Even if you have to drive a little further, it is worth it. And if you really want a coffee there are a couple of places right around the corner. Also, Via Maestro 42 has excellent Gelato if you have a sweet tooth.
I don't know what is going on with Borders but I don't think its good, for them at least. I've seen a couple of Borders south of Santa Barbara with the same "Store Closing Sale--This Location Only" signs. So obviously, its not that location only. My friend in Chicago mentioned that the Michigan Avenue Borders is closing too. I didn't ask her if those sale signs said this location only or not.
As a lover of books in general, I should support the art form in all its various facets but I just can't help it. Borders took out my beloved Earthling...and though we will never have it back, I am happy to see the shift back to small bookshops. I was in the Chaucer's parking lot at 9:30 am and already it was bustling. And then I read this Daily Sound article link on their Facebook page today. Chaucer's has been a tradition in Santa Barbara since 1974, longer than I have been alive and I am getting old! I couldn't be happier that it will become a new tradition for others, hopefully many others. Now, if only they would consider opening another location downtown...maybe close to the French Press.