The Story of And

And she laid there, hair tussled, skin gleaming sweat stretching her hair taught and darkened with the moisture,

And she laid there, hair tussled, skin gleaming sweat stretching her hair taught and darkened with the moisture, her breath wet, hot in the warm room breathing deep, slow, her baby now wrapped in a blanket, eyes closed, body blue and red slick glistens, quiet, dreaming of grandfathers, grandmothers people whos warm hands eased her baby to this new place, its mind still fresh of the place before and after,sleeping between its parents, fathers hand holding the crest of its mothers head, his other resting on her belly,  sleeping, nuzzled, it can hear the breath of the new world, the heart beat of its mom from that place before, air and wetness, the three sleep, the transition to the new world brings them peace, they sleep, exhausted, dream with the wonderment of and.

The Bear and Raccoon

Last Sunday morning, just as the morning light was defining its colors, I stepped out of my cabin to pee under the last bits of stars. Its so quiet that time of morning, the birds haven’t woken yet and the fresh air fills your lungs with that morning smell of cedar woods and alders.

Last Sunday morning, just as the morning light was defining its colors, I stepped out of my cabin to pee under the last bits of stars.  Its so quiet that time of morning, the birds haven’t woken yet and the fresh air fills your lungs with that morning smell of cedar woods and alders.  

I stood there looking up at the stars loving the color of the sky, when I looked right and saw about 30 yards from me, a small bear standing on one side of the road, his nose sticking out of the brush leaning forward, sniffing while looking at a Raccoon who was sniffing the air back at him and looking back at him.  Iv seen this Raccoon before, hes not like the city raccoons, hes skinny, slender, muscular.  Direct with his actions and very cautious of me.   The Bear, first time Iv seen him (or her) that close.  They didn’t look at me at all, they were facing each other having some sort of visual discussion.  Maybe territory, maybe just a morning greeting, it was not aggressive or even determined in some sort of way. 

I finished my business quietly.  I moved back to my door not wanting them to notice me at all.  I stepped up into my door and watched them for another minute ,

The Raccoon washed his hands while he sat, the bear had sat down,  He looked my way, sniffed the air, then turned into the woods.

Dragon Flies have fun with food

The Dragonfly’s were out in full,

I was sitting on the Dock last night, thinking this might be the last warm fullish moon.  I sat down just before sunset,Some of the trees are turning now, bits of orange are blending with the green. I  had my dinner of left over Teriyaki chicken and a rice beer. 

The Dragon flies were out in full, Iv never noticed just how many swarms, and how busy they are.  Nats were clouds of flutters, the Dragons, which id like to see in slow motion some time, were having a feeding frenzy.  They would buzz by my head and sometimes appear to be looking me in the eye.  I noticed more speicies than Iv seen here before, at least more colorful types.  With few exceptions, Iv only seen Black Dragons here, last night, I saw a full range,  yellow/green,   blue/green,  black, white, orange.  Ill have to look them up some time and see if their of different varieties or not.

They looked like they were having fun.  Most spiecies, including us, compete for food.  Hunting, growing, cooking, a lot goes behind getting a meal that our fast food resturants and convienient stores with  all their marketing has helped us ignore.  Food is a task.  Most animals spend all their time dealing with hunting for food and playing the odds on their next feast.

I wonder If the Dragons compete for food at all, or ever have to deal with a shortage.  I saw millions of Nats last night,

I saw hundreds, maybe thousands of Dragon flies.  The Dragons seemed almost joyus in their feeding, bouncing, hovering, rolling together and singly.  Figure eights and long flieghts across the lake and back.  Made me think of rush hour on the freeway.

Iv been to food circuses, County fairs, food and Art Festivals,  Theres  also a frenzy that people seem to enjoy,  as we walk through these events we eat what we want.  Its s a blast, a great way to eat and mix with people  and eat more than you should,  feels good doing it..

We have our food they way we want it, and I think, Dragon flies do too.

Stanley’s Death

Passing of a mentor

July 3, 2010 at 6:14 AM

Bailey Bouche is a care facility in the Madison Park area of Seattle and one of the great places in the world. Stanley’s care was everything any of us would have wanted. Their staff was involved and understanding of who he was. When things got difficult and his health was at its end…. Bailey Bouche asked he keep visitors and contact with people to a minimum. As this proved to be impossible, they did come on a compromise and some kind of balance, the outpouring from people everywhere was inspiring, Stanley’s care takers felt this amount of love was keeping Stanley here maybe longer than the pain should allow…Life for Stanley was about all those people. 

Wednesday night, cant remember the date, but I do remember just a few days earlier taking Stanley for a drive through the Arboretum, we took in the trees, we were seeing some beautiful homes and breathing air with scents of grass, woods, wind. Stanley confided he really wished his finances were more advanced than they were, and was a little embarrassed that he had so little money at this point in his life. He had enough for all his bills, he was a responsible man but, there was so little money left. 
“Your the richest man I know Stanley” Your the richest man any of us know Stanley” people from every corner love you, you’ve given us so much, people think of you daily. He was silent for a few minutes pondering…. (Iv often wondered if his passion for the activity sometimes blinded him from the good he did us, his silence seemed to support that, I think he knew we all had fun, we all learned and grew, but I wondered if he knew of the sort of a daily mantra from his tutelage) “Well” he said, then took a deep drag from his cigarette, they way he did when he was in deep thought, gracefully held between his forefinger and middle finger, blew the smoke out of the window, l found something I completely loved”. I took his hand in mine and drove a bit farther in silence. 

Wednesday night came, the last one. 12-15 of us in the room, half lit, room strewn with coats, flowers, cards smeared all over walls, notes, drawings, room filled with 2 and 3 dimensional Thank yous, Stanley was in and out of consciousness, people took turns holding hands with him, caressing his forehead, telling him, he was loved, he would come back and say obscure things from years past, to, “Stanley is no longer available, please leave a message” (a classic Stanley comic relief moments) meant I think, as one last gift to us, he made us laugh once more. 
As we took in the shadows and group of people around Stanley’s bed, all surrounding him, their hands on him, easing his passing best that can be done, Mary looked at me, said, this should be a piece of art, a painting, drawing or something……… I fused the image in my mind, it was beautiful. There was a sense of the spiritual, tangible, something is coming next. He went to a place that received him as eagerly as we wanted him here. I do hope, someday, I can paint that. 
My 2nd favorite artist, John Baldessari has a painting that best describes what Stanley did for me, the way I think of the world. 
Painting for Kubler 
This painting owes its existence to prior paintings. By liking this solution, you should not be blocked in your continued acceptance of prior inventions to attain this position, ideas of former paintings 
had to be rethought in order to transcend former work. To like this painting you will have to understand prior work. Ultimately, this work will amalgamate with the existing body of knowledge. 

Peace, love, light and movement

Walks with Sheba

Sheba is a little black cat with Amber Eyes.

As with most cats when she was young, she was feisty and adventurous spent long hours outside and committed Genocide on the local mouse population, I’m convinced they moved out of my old neighborhood because of her.

Then she got into a fight, a larger cat, grey, unkept and used to winning.

It’s been my experience, when cats lose a fight they change, they become more homebound, cautious.  Out of the 6 cats in my life, only one of those cats ruled the neighborhood, a medium sized Tortoise Shell with a huge attitude.  We called her Tootie, one of my memories of Tootie was her going after the German Shepard across the street.  He was not timid and bullied some of the dogs and some of us kids.  One day Tootie wasn’t having it.  They snarled at each other, then Tootie leaped onto his shoulders and dug in…… The German Shepard started running down the street and Tootie hopped off halfway down, sat, licked her paws and watched him dart into a neighbor’s yard.

Tootie lived to the grand age of 22 and only because she succumbed to being hit by a Truck.

I moved to Burien last year, new neighborhood lots of new sounds and smells the house I live in came with stray cats 3-5 by our estimate.  And, there is a Grey cat, pretty good looking short haired guy that what we can tell, runs the neighborhood.  We call him Tom.

Sheba was chased and taught the rules during her 1st week. 

It’s a big yard, a couple of fruit trees in the back, 2 small greenhouses and a couple of storage sheds…. Lots of room for cats and 1 of the strays, we call her Ernestine lives comfortably under our back doorsteps.

Sheba and I love our Mornings. Summertime sometimes as early as 330 she lets me know its time to go out, Ill grab a cup of Tea and open the door, she steps out and looks back at me to make sure I follow.  I walk behind her, we go to the bushes that line the street, walk north, then around the house.  I keep my distance by about 10 ft or so.   She keeps and eye on me but doesn’t want to be petted in front of the strays.  Sometimes Tom peeks out from the Greenhouse, sometimes Ernestine greets us as we walk by (she’s friendly, but doesn’t want to be touched just fed)

Our walks somedays take a half hour, sometimes I sit and watch her go around, when she’s done she comes and sits by me on the bench and we listen to the Owls do their last hoots of the night and the crows begin their day, we watch the sky get brighter, we listen to the neighbors starting cars while others take their dogs past us on leash and wave. 

Sheba watches it all, and watches me, I stay out as long as I can, when its time to go in, I just say, “Time to go back in sweetheart”. Sheba follows me up the steps d

Porch Lights

Was close to midnight when I stepped out of my cabin, I was in the mood for a walk and the beach air draws you out.

Was close to midnight when I stepped out of my cabin, I was in the mood for a walk and the beach air draws you out.

The Day had been overcast and the Clouds had now dissipated revealing so many stars, the sliver of the moon was hard to find.

I walked across the street towards the beach, my shadow from porch lights and window light shortened and disappeared as I reached the sand, dry sand is soft and firms up as you get closer to the waves, who were muffled and sounded deep.

I walked into the Pacific mist and kept walking towards those muffled waves and their slow rhythm, it was farther to the waves than earlier in the day, had to be Low tide.

I made the goal of walking to the edge of the waves; I like to touch bodies of water I visit. 

I looked behind me, back to the cabins that are rented out, no more porch lights or lights from windows, just blackness and mist, I closed my eyes and because it was so dark, there was no change in light, the waves felt louder now and completed their rumble with a fizz. I opened my eyes and was engulfed by the mist completely, there were no more stars, just the waves speaking over my breath. I walked farther and came to the edge of the water. I was farther away from anything than I had before.

I knelt and put my hand down. The wave came to my fingers, it was cold and soft almost like the mist around me.  I inhaled, I wanted to inhale the sound of the waves, then closed my eyes and there was no change in darkness.  My exhale was in treble, and the waves in bass.

I listed to my heart as it made its Duette with the waves.

I turned back to the cabin the waves behind me

I walked back in search of porch lights.

3rd and Madison

He wore a Captain America Watch

Third and Madison

     As I was watching people waiting for their buses it occurred to me that I have only written about the homeless or odd characters that I see on the streets.  I had to ask myself why?  As a people watcher the odd people stick out and gain the most attention I guess, but aren’t we all odd?  I think all of us consider ourselves unique and rightly so, and for whatever reason we may not show the world how unique we are, but I heard once that you can not escape from being yourself.

Dressing for work is not what it used to be.  Casual Friday has turned into Casual week.  (At least here in Seattle) There are exceptions of course, and those people stick out more … Perhaps they are Lawyers, Accountants, Upper Management?  Mostly I see Jeans, sometimes black jeans, sometimes docker sort of things, button-down shirts, rarely do I see ties now.  There is one Gentleman, very stylishly chosen items, If you have ever seen one of Gregory Porters videos ( Jazz Singer with a great sense of style, that is only surpassed by his fantastically great voice) This Gentleman dresses similarly, except its all about 1 size or 2 too small, He must be in his late 60s and I’m guessing at this point in his life he is not going to buy any new clothes.  Blue blazer, white button-down shirt with an orange plaid, bright flower tie, light beige vest, tan slacks and brown wing tips, fedora, white beard neatly trimmed, semi long hair.  Some days he has a walking stick, somedays when he works at home, a briefcase. Ill Scan his card and say good afternoon, he repeats “good afternoon sir”   

He wears a Captain America Watch.

Its Mid-Summer here, days are over 75 and most 80 or more,

A young, beautiful Asian woman walks by in a ¾ length black leather skirt with a heavy sweater chevron pattern in gold and orange

I saw her walking from a block away, I scan her card she smells like lilacs, hair is perfect and no sign at all she might be warm under all that heavy clothing.

Not long ago, I walked through the Seattle version of the  Amazon Jungle,  Its where Amazon has centered itself here, I recommend going there if you haven’t seen it yet, I’m convinced as you walk through there your stepping into the future of how business is done.  Lots of dogs leashed to their owners, tablets or laptops on Bistro tables, people talking over their screens sharing info as they upload documents to each other then move to the next person, Fresh fruit is handed out for free by vendors, health food, veggie and fruit smoothies, and a dog café and indoor dog park where people work as their dogs socialize.

No suits in site.

A Security man dressed in a black uniform and black-tie walks by a couple of the dogs take notice and sniff the air after him then go back to their business.

A couple from Rome approached me today for directions and info, he dressed in casual slacks, salmon colored polo, she in capri pants and white blouse over a yellow tube top, they were beautiful, he looked like Cary Grant, she wasn’t far behind Sofia Loren.  She is a Contracts Lawyer in Rome, He’s a Banker, they are spending the summer on our west coast and just came up from Oregon yesterday. They wanted info on how to get to the Ballard locks.  Also, did I know a place to buy some football magazines? Her brother is a fan of the Redskins….  I pointed them to Bartells, they came back a few minutes later, huge smile on her face that she scored a couple of great magazines.

We chatted a bit and laughed easily with each other, he took a selfie with the 3 of us, I gave them a pair of free bus passes waved to them as they left my stop, both of them blew me a kiss as they left.