Today's Sunrise Pops Through the Marine Layer at Point Dume in Malibu

Today a new sun rises for me, everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of passion, everything invites me to cherish it. …Anonymous

Starbucks Trancas On the deck. Daryl’s here. Sunrise-not – had the whole of Point Dume to myself. Looked back at last year’s sunrises and the year before that. Not nearly as much June gloom. But stop. I’m rather enjoying the June gloom this year. An outpicturing of this phase of the journey.

Today's Sunrise Emerging from the Marine Layer in Santa Monica

Most of us have never allowed ourselves to want what we truly want because we can’t see how it’s going to manifest…Jack Canfield
6:11 Starbucks Malibu Colony aye aye aye Cross Creek. Unconscious. Pay attention! Excellent Verona coffee is a great place to start. This is my work. What, it’s not hard enough? And the pay sucks. Thank You God for this pay-sucking work.
Q: May I please have a raise?
A: Breathe. That should be pay enough
Of course it is & may I please have a raise?
Umm I have nothing to say. And maybe that’s OK. I have not much to DO. And maybe that’s OK too. I have a crystal clean slate. Ready willing and open – sometimes. Most times. If not immediately, eventually.

Today's Sunrise-Not as a Thick Marine Layer Blankets the Malibu Mountains

I have worried about a great many things in my life. And a few of them actually happened. …Mark Twain
June 22 Starbucks Cross Creek 6:05 Tuesday Coffee’s great. Egrets shift around in the trees. Almost mis-identified Cross Creek as Malibu Colony – again. It’s not that hard. Listen, the judge enters. Was about to “spill” on the bad girl who plays too much Spider Solitaire, watches too much Greys Anatomy, even House is getting tiresome. Interspersed with “Through the Wormhole” and Stephen Hawkings on Science Channel. Love when it looks at the awe and wonder of the Universe, not so much the fear mongering about the dangerous universe and its monstrous meteorites and black holes….We’re Watching! As IF… People! Life is dangerous – it is always fatal! 100% mortality rate! OK so that’s what this is about? That I make the whole thing up. Yeah, stuff happens and then I script it to make life more digestible. OK and this is neither idiot nor genius, it’s just human doing its human thing.
Sunrise-not. I think I’m falling in love with sunrise-not. Maybe I’ll just fall in love with life, exactly as it is, including it’s really scary monstrous meteorites – a perfect metaphor for the unknown and unpredictable.

Today's Summer Solstice Sunrise-not Over the Malibu Pier

You create your own Universe as you go along …Winston Churchhill
5:59 Starbucks Malibu Colony
Get skinny. Having just stocked up at Trader Joe’s yesterday – of not-skinny foods. Start with minus chocolate, minus dessert. Having just procured a lemon cake at Trader Joe’s. OK this befits a sunrise-not with the Coolant light coming on again. And it is Monday. It’s all blessed. So what if I’m scared for my future? God’s right here anyway. And the pier is so peaceful this morning. And it is Monday.

Today's Sunrise First Glimmer Over the Mountains in Malibu

I want to write books that unlock the traffic jam in everybody's head…John Updike
6:20 on 6/20 in Malibu at Starbucks on Cross Creek. My heart throbs today. The first full bright sunrise all month. Too bright. Solstice? Tomorrow 4:28 AM. Took the first shot at 5:41 in Santa Monica. Thought the mountains were a cloud bank so decided to come to Malibu which I love to do anyway and so came even after I realized those clouds were actually the mountains. A perfect drive on a perfect day. No Katherine Keener today but Frank’s here. Doesn’t feel like a Sunday. Choir singing on Saturday will do that. Plus the announcement of a choir concert on October 15 that no one had yet heard about. SAVE THE DATE the poster blares from the Great Hall of Agape. OK good, half-page not writing about w-a-i-t-i-n-g for an e-mail. Could fill a half page with speculations about where he is as why he hasn’t yet responded to my wit….but I’d rather right something about w-a-i-t-i-n-g in surrender to Divine Will. Which I’m about as good at as w-a-i-t-i-n-g for the sunrise. Switching target venues when it ain’t up yet. Always meaning to bring the sun’s light into my heart, only occasionally remembering that I mean to do that. Practice. Maybe I’ll remember after I meet him once he answers his e-mail…practice. I’ve just about rehearsed those meeting scenarios enough. Practiced.

Today's Sunrise-NOT from the Bluffs of Majestic Point Dume in Malibu

Whatever thought has done in your life can be undone with a shift in your awareness. …Michael Bernard Beckwith


6:21 Starbucks Trancas Ahh the peace of Point Dume prevails even in the sunrise-NOT. Had the place all to myself. Sun seems to be nestled in the clouds for the day. I doubt it. There’ll be a showing soon enough. Or later.

Today's Sunrise Pushes Against the Marine Layer in Malibu

It is God's play of light and shadow that has made certain creation appear as it does to us. When you realize this, you see it as a dream motion picture…Paramahansa Yogananda
June 17 Thursday 139.0 6:13 Starbucks Cross Creek
Ah mountains show through as the marine layer thins. Had a fever yesterday. Reverend Michael spoke about “fever” coming to him as he drove in yesterday. “What’s with that?” he asked. “You’ll see” the not-so-still small voice said. Right about when I was having my own little 99.5. Then the coolant light came on in the Saturn – again. So what’s heating up? “How to Find the Soul (Using Your Dirty Mind)”? Yesss.

Today's Sunrise in Malibu Is a GO

The only real valuable thing is intuition …Albert Einstein
Note the green traffic light at the bottom center of this one. Starbucks Malibu Colony 6:06 GRAAAYY. Until it isn’t. Mmm, coffee good. Want to scramble through my purse. Looking for something to do, looking for something to be. A writer. Not gonna find that in my purse. THINKING paycheck. And how crazy it seems to have somehow come to believe the dream of screenwriting doesn’t allow for a day job. And now it’s too late! Can’t turn back now. Waiting for a miracle. Trusting that my needs are already met. But I’m pretty sure "doing the work" doesn’t include Spider Solitaire and Greys Anatomy. I write this again and again as if confessing but that doesn’t do it either. Here’s the deal – that I want to create a miracle. That anything less than a miracle like John deLancie falling in love, not with me, but my MOVIE, doesn’t count. Like even my sunrises taking off as in “Blink.” That it will be, not me, but my belief in dreams coming true that sparks others to follow their dreams – oh and by the way such sparking makes me rich. And so what if it’s not? I’m smiling. Because the palm trees out this window are still so beautiful even against the gray cast sky. This coffee is really really good. What I really want to write is this idea that I may live with the little me, all the while expanding to see the greater creation that surrounds me. Ever-expanding consciousness to get the miracle that it all is. Not to KNOW it all but just to glimpse its magnificence. To get the WOW of life, the miracle of each and every moment. That there’s so much more than worrying and worrying where my next peanut butter and jelly sandwich will come from That there’s so much more than Spider Solitaire and Greys Anatomy. And so much less.

Today's Sunrise-Not in Malibu Outpictures a Foggy Mind

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom …Anais Nin
5:56 Starbucks Cross Creek. Sunrise-not-yet. The solstice is upon us. Waiting for God’s light to burst upon us. Waiting for waiting for waiting for. What am I to learn? Patience? I think I got that one down. What am I to heal? My mind, having to see safety every moment. Having to do it right. What am I to DO? LISTEN. Wow that was quick. I LISTEN. I surrender. Please give me a sign today so I may get started. COMPLETE THIS WORK IN ME.

Today's Sunrise over the Surf from the Malibu Pier.

Dream lofty dreams. In moments of meditation, when you get lost in the joy of what you long to be, you are ascending to the heavens of your own mind...Joseph Murphy
6:20 Starbucks Cross Creek Stumped over Malibu Pier’s posted sunrise time of 5:43 when it’s “supposed to be” 5:41. Farther north should be earlier not later this side of the solstice. But then there’s the east/west time zone thing to account for. Could just have been a mistake. Don’t figure it out. Makes me tired. Coffee’s good. No mountains where the mountains should be. And here I thought emergence might be imminent moments ago. So much for THINKING.
Another week of Spider Solitaire please NOT. Seeing Mom on the fringes. Not yet resurrected, ghostly, frail. I hesitate to try to connect not wanting to hold her back as I once felt guided NOT to with Dad. What if – God says it’s OK to do Spider Solitaire. Sounds like an ego message to me. The still same voice inside. And when I turn in I must know its sound and thank it for the sentiment, for that gentle safe, cushy life ego would lay out for me. But not yet. I got something bigger to do than that. Now will I ever find the courage to do it? Mmm this coffee is good.

Today's Mist-ical Sunrise Over Fishermen on the Malibu Pier

God, the Universe, is your source of all happiness, all your joy, all wisdom and all your prosperity. God is the source of every good and perfect thing, and you are called to tap into the source when you are temporarily hypnotized into thinking that something outside of you holds the answer. No one else is holding the key to your happiness…Michael Bernard Beckwith
6:16 Starbucks Malibu Colony Staring out the window…solid sunrise-not so far. In the right seat at the right Starbucks with bagpipe jazz playing, synthesizer. Perfect.
My w-a-i-t-i-n-g can’t be right. Spirit knows and Spirit shows. No there isn’t this big Director in the sky checking the sweep hand of a clock to give me the sign. No it’s just here in what IS. Like this sun-friend of mine, veiled by a sheet of mist, shines bright in its is-ness. If only I could get an e-mail out and RELEASE IT. Instead of locking on it like a guided missile trying to get it to its target. OK. TODAY I seek the both/and here. The message I may e-out to both step towards the dream and release it. See the sadness attached to the thought of release. Releasing the child’s love of the adoring father? The love that so let me down. The love that had to let me down so I could grow!

Today's Sunrise-Not Hangs Its Blue Veil Over the Mountains in Malibu

We can't stand the silence because silence includes thinking. And if we thought, we would have to face ourselves…Agnes DeMille
6:37 Starbucks Cross Creek Sunrise not. Marine layer….could bust through though it doesn’t look imminent. I hope, because I’m at the wrong Starbucks for the east view. Went to the “right” Starbucks at Malibu Colony but it appears they’ve slept in this morning. I know it IS early. Ya-duh.
What? Hearing me voice things last night from the old days….racketing how I didn’t want to have to tell people what I wanted for my birthday all the time. What! Truth is I wasn’t (and apparently am not yet) open to receive gifts - others’ ideas of what to get for me wasn’t “right”. I saw “not enough” then….maybe because I apparently wasn’t enough when first one then another sister came along. Ya-duh. All this is written to see and let go – to CATCH AND RELEASE. Ah, 2 egrets fly away side-by-side – CATCH AND RELEASE. Good time for a reminder that I may have chosen these life lessons. Also that that 1-1/2 year old rug rat may have been wrong about some things. And right in the wrongness that brought the lesson– CATCH AND RELEASE. OK now I seek outside approval of all this. Which is really not the same as RELEASE – but rather more like a hand-off – or no, more like CATCH and put in the fish bowl. Note how those fishies can die in that polluted water. OK RELEASE. OK so no more words on this please. How about creating a ritual for CATCH AND RELEASE – a deliberate fantasy?
Hm, hearing from Harry Potter – to Dis-aparate, use the 3-D’s : Destination Determination Deliberation… OK Destination: RELEASE – Clearing. Seems to me I had a load of dreams last night that may help me with this.

Today's Sunrise Punctures the Marine Layer at the Malibu Pier

A person starts to live when he can live outside himself…Albert Einstein
6:26 PCH W-a-i-t-i-n-g.
6:45 Starbucks Malibu Colony Mission accomplished. Got some wonderful emergence shots. Just when I was about to pull out the journal to write complaining that it might not show up after all…bingo. And now we’re back in solid marine layer that is quite dark in places. And the coffee is quite good. OK now how do I get past fascination with synchronicity and….STOP. That’s not question I wish to answer: How to quit fantasy and get this nose to the grind stone – grounding! No wonder there’s resistance. Let’s see….ground on the grind stone or play in fantasy, grind or plan, play or grind….Truth is though I’d enjoy a little grinding. Maybe not. New new, what I seek is new, not some tweeked version of what has already been.

Today's Sunrise Through the Palm Trees in Santa Monica

What you see as stagnation is gestation…You have to yield up things so the gift that wants to come through you can emerge. …Michael Bernard Beckwith
6:20 Starbucks Cross Creek
Ow. Neck. Can’t blame Mom this time. Ah, chair massage. That’s it. Was so surprised to see Dyan back from her horror movie gig with Robert Englund. Yes she gets killed of course. What else would her role be? His girlfriend? Wow it is solid out there today. Mountains veiled, not totally swallowed. Stopped for the sunrise-not at Marine and 4th in Santa Monica but pressed on to the Malibu Pier, for a more interesting sunrise-not. Checked Ashland and Highland first but didn’t see the shot I thought might be there. Finally got the sun-having-risen upon returning to Santa Monica.
Today's a day for grounding. Grounding dreams. Grounding plans. Consolidating plans and dreams. Aligning all with the Divine energies that surround me. The Divine energies that created all this in the first place. Seeing that God truly is our only Source. God IS my shepherd.

Today's Sunrise-Not Over the Newly Decorated Life Guard Stand and the Malibu Pier

The most unrealistic person in the world is the cynic, not the dreamer. Hope only makes sense when it doesn’t make sense to be hopeful. This is your century. Take it and run as if your life depends on it. …From commencement address by Paul Hawken
6:14 Starbucks Cross Creek Wow, I’m in Malibu. Just hit me all of a sudden. Paradise. Misty paradise but paradise nonetheless. It’s cool in here yet personally I’m starting to sweat. Guess this shirt is too warm after all. OK Transition. Not interesting. Not higher ground. Mundane and human. No music yet. Lots of early surfers. Aye aye aye, a woman came in saying “It’s so quiet in here…” and has been running her mouth non-stop ever since. Lots of egret activity in the trees outside. Ah, she’s gone. Quiet resumes. Just me and the baristas, one of whom says “Turn the music on.”   Sunrise is so early. About as early as it’s going to get, which is 5:40AM on Saturday.
...Today's sun-having-risen is now posted on www.sunrisesunrise.com.

Today's Sunrise Exudes a Mist at the Malibu Pier

The dream, to be valid, must be impossible. Not just difficult. Impossible. Which implies an ideal never attainable but nevertheless stubbornly to be pursued. A striving for what cannot be achieved but still is worth the effort. …Dale Wasserman
5:56 Starbucks Cross Creek It’s cold in here. Wish I had my warmer parka on.
Heavy heavy marine layer obscures the mountains and exudes a mist.
Good morning, editor. Yes I know you would have me say it right. But perhaps right now I just need to say, to write it. From the heart. From my heart. Very quiet here. Very early. Give me shelter. If only I had permanent shelter, I’d need not worry. I need not worry. That’s just something to do to fill time. Like Spider Solitaire. I need not worry that God is my source.   All I need is right here.

Today's Sunrise-Not... Lost in a Marine Layer in Santa Monica

The beautiful thing about the law of attraction is you can begin where you are. ...Michael Bernard Beckwith
6:04 Starbuck’s Hill Street – Crossing the great divide – been practicing for 14 years. Now to just BE it. The day started with 2 warnings. First I set off the car alarm as I juggled keys and camera, journal and walking shoes for the trip to Joshua Tree for the weekend retreat. Then as I prayed thanking the Saturn for making the trip, knowing and affirming I want to make it with the Saturn and not a rental car – right then the coolant light came on, letting me know its needs. OK there’s plenty of time for a quick trip to Caesar at More Joy and ‘fess up about mixing motor oils – on accident.
Uh uh – not how this week end is going down. Not a log of what I’m doing wrong but a celebration of what IS. Crazy as it sounds, silly as it may be, this is a great gift and it’s been and continues to be a wonderful, wonder-filled, life. Thank you Saturn for your part in it.
OK yes the fantasy is more than an audience, it affirms my place at the center of the universe. An illusion. A delusion. And all perfectly human.
Oh boy, now the bathroom won’t open even thought the 14789 code (which is L-shaped for “loser on the key pad) flashed green and then failed to open the door. So, no, there is no secret code – only Divine Spirit opens the doors.
See the divide – the fear that all these are dire warnings or worse, that giving any meaning at all to the random events of life is just plain crazy and this house of cards I’ve created will surely….yadda. When the truth is – all such meanings are made up and just as true as anything. If dreams come true, then nightmares can too. It’s all just air – just “energy. But air, after all, sustains us. We couldn’t live without it.
…she writes to the air.
Yes that’s what I especially like about the movie, the one I wrote – my movie – the twist from “crazy” Josie to revealing everyone’s fantasy of themselves and the ultimate showdown of Josie and Lance and their fantasy visions – is well maybe not perfect yet – but really quite wonderful. Hm, flash an ending with the yard full of the people and the phantom fantasy figures. Whatever, I love the bit of the ambiguous Lance/X ending.
Anyway, the thing I want to ground right now is I wrote it. Yes I had a fantasy and yes I DID DO something with it. That may or may not get me the fantasy Academy Award but it will surely get me what Divine Spirit intended. See this universal energy flowing for the universal good – and surf it! No idea how to do that. Have to fall off the board in the learning. But wait – this intention setting is not Divine Spirit’s part – it is mine – ours. To surf we need first get the board and then get in the water, try and fail and try and surf and come back on shore, go home and start all over again

Today's Sunrise-Not over my Little Green Saturn

The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education. …Albert Einstein
5:53 Starbucks – Hill Street, Santa Monica – Marine Layer sunrise-not.
What was that dream? Whatever it was, I didn’t like it. But so many dreams I don’t like when I wake up, reveal interesting things when examined in the light of day. Which is coming forth right now. Marine layer, shmarine layer.
What can I create for my life? What intention shall I bring to the retreat this week end? Wait, my attitude is that creating an intention is hoping for an outcome and that the point of this work is to stay OPEN, not attached. Sounds like the dream attitude. Not liking it when I’m in it, seeing God’s message there only AFTER – in hindsight.

Like the shot I took this morning of the sunrise-not in the rear view mirror.
Maybe the whole point of life is to see the both/and instead of the either/or. To see life’s wholeness, the perfection in its is-ness. FIP (fantasy in progress) trying to explain the un-explainable. It’s good, it’s bad, it’s black, no, it’s white. All fades to gray or is that silver?
OK somewhere in here, right in the murky waters…not to embrace anxiety but to see anxiety for what it is – one fleeting feeling among many possibilities. No more, no less solid nor fleeting than joy or sorrow, confusion or clarity. Life is right here at the last drop of a second cuppa coffee. No sun shine – yet. It’s coming, I’m sure. Thank You God for these murky thoughts in Santa Monica on a perfect Thursday June 3, 2010 at 6:40.

Today's Sunrise Emergence Momentarily Over Albertson's

When we dare to fully dance our individual steps in the overall design of existence, we enliven the universe. …Michael Bernard Beckwith
6:25 Starbucks Cross Creek
Sunrise-NOT captured from the Malibu Pier.  Then this brief glimpse from Albertson's parking lot in Santa Monica.
Woke to the most wonderful image of Mom’s place – a composite of the living room from Apt. 153 at Norwood Crossing, with its great view, the kitchen from D305 at Resurrection Retirement Center, and the bedroom at 5329 Ludlam with the hallway down to Dad’s room though it’s not clear if he’s there yet or not. It’s all bright, sunny and airy with no walls as we know them. Not stuck in any one location. Not of this Earth. Though food is no longer needed, that kitchen provides nurturance. The living room a space from which to gaze and wonder and receive visitors. The bedroom a place for dreams. Welcome home, Mom.

Today's Sunrise-Not at Point Dume

It may be that those who do most, dream most. …Stephen Leacock
Simply not yet manifested. A friend sent this wonderful passage by Ernest Holmes, On Letting Go -

She let go.
Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of the fear.
She let go of the judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.
Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.
She didn’t read a book on how to let go.
She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word.
She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.
There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort.
There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.

A light breeze blew through her.

And the sun and the moon shone forevermore. ...Ernest Holmes

...and so the sun emerged in my own front yard.