
autumn progresses
rains arrive and the air cools
yet flowers resist
It surprises me, at times, the persistent resilience of flowers. Though fully in jacket and sweater season, flowers still reach to the cold sky.
Facing Forward, Pursuing Progress
autumn progresses
rains arrive and the air cools
yet flowers resist
It surprises me, at times, the persistent resilience of flowers. Though fully in jacket and sweater season, flowers still reach to the cold sky.
autumn sunlight
moving through yellowed leaves
branches not yet bare
so the week begins
cool air, grey clouds, gentle mists
my tea calls to me
Tis a grey morning in Seattle. Autumn’s coolness fills my senses. Time to rise, drink some tea, then face the world.
cool autumnal day
hints of rain drifting past me
remembering songs
If you’ve read my blog for a while, you’re probably aware I think highly of Wil Wheaton. If not, I have written about him a number of times. Well, today he penned another post that got my nostalgia going: “sweet and tender hooligan“. One element of this essay that really struck me was about a young woman, who is named “Kara”. First loves, when it’s love and not just lust, are powerful things in lives. And, as Wil’s, Kara holds the place well. In a beautifully written way, Mr. Wheaton shows how she expanded his world in so many rich, deep ways. The kind of person we all want in our lives and should strive to be in the lives of others. Anyway, give it a read: it’s well worth it.
I didn’t have a “Kara”, exactly. I had several elements, though. There was a girl when I was in high school, a senior when I was a sophomore, who was much the same for me. I didn’t have a crush on her but thought she was massively cool. Very goth, quite radical for my little suburb of Seattle. She didn’t shave her legs! Another alien notion to me at that point. Though not a one-on-one relationship, she invited me to hang out with her senior friends. This crew introduced me to Rocky Horror, and bands like Roxy Music, The Jam, The Clash…and that’s only what I remember. There had to be more, but sadly the brain cells holding those memories have evaporated. Up to this point in my life, I had limited musical exposure. Top 40, that’s it. And that mostly meant disco (though I’ve developed an appreciation now, it was not really my…um…favorite back then). These folks opened my eyes in ways that dramatically changed me, some in ways that I’m still working on understanding. And, for that, I’m grateful. Like Wil is to Kara.
The playlist below features a few songs that this post brought to mind. These are some key songs by some key bands. I hope you enjoy!
walking through the trees
on this damp and misty day
water bringing life
walking through the trees birds chatter their annoyance while I pass under
morning sunlight moves past the morning rain crows discuss the day
between the rainfall
and lovely autumnal sun
my grace-filled tea mug
I took this photo on my afternoon walk. The weather was a blend of rain and sun. A strange interplay, methinks.
It’s a stormy, rainy, windy night here in Seattle.
Dawn's light a ways off
Evening rains dance in the wind
An open window