The life is filled with the grace of the Moment. It is a huge gift and I receive it so gladly. It was my Birthday and they said what do you want to do. Unequivocally I said, “Take the CHICKS skiing!” And ski we did. My bunny bombers get better in leaps and bounds and I – having not skied avidly in over two decades – have taken it back up in three tries this season and am carving better that I ever did as a youth. That’s comforting, emboldening, as I rush headlong into the end of the adolescence of my middle age.
Archive for February, 2009
She is a stone cold fox. It’s in these moments of power and possession that I fall all over again, it’s that first enveloping moment when I saw her knew. Just shy of ten years in now and I still have to sometimes gulp at air.
Mt. Baldy in this case. Here’s the masterful view from the top of our Paradise hill. Love LA in the rain, and in those waning hours of a winter’s day that has rained and hailed earlier, then blown out to fantastically, unrealistically clean. What a town.
Out with all the cousin ladies assembled to intro Soleil, Jay, Poet and Jagger to Geocaching. This one is to be found in front of the Happy Days house, a fitting cherry pop we figured.