Glen Ellen
In Northern California now, the scent of sage, dry grasses, the fragrance of the late
summers of my youth, of my life. Absolutely incredible how our sense of smell
stirs the brain organ in as sundry ways (geez always have trouble with the
spelling of that word! Another brain block)
Anyway to get back to where I am. Sitting up in bed in the most beautiful renovated
barn you will ever witness, feeling like a little princess with my tea, early in
the morn, friends stirring in the house, wild California oaks under foggy skies
out my window.....and the freedom to do whatever my heart desires (ok, within
reason) all day today.
There was a time I lived up this road a piece, on a hill overlooking Sonoma
Valley. It was a small redwood cabin with a wood stove on the edge of a
vineyard. So amazing what passing time, recollection and retrospect will do
to our memories. It was one of the most difficult times of my life, but the
smell of the morning air with that hint of wild sage this morning, blankets my
memory with a sweetness and longing. Wondering where that time went, where I went,
where my dead friends have gone……
I am not sad at all, just nostalgic, even hopeful, sentimental.
Looking at my age and the passing years.
Gee, I hope there is some new wisdom inside me, or do we keep relearning the same
old lessons? Not that I feel old, in fact my heart has the same stance, the never aging quality
of curiosity hope love awareness, awake to the future……..oh the air and coolness of this morning,
and the strong scent of summer dried grasses carries me.
