Today's Sunrise Crests the Mountain over Malibu

Follow your bliss and the Universe will open doors for you where there were only walls. …Joseph Campbell
Wednesday 6:11 Pacific Coast Highway Waiting in the car for the 6:15 sunrise that won’t crest the mountain until about 6:30. It’s c-c-cold this morning…in the 40’s. A guy crouches on Surfriders' Beach. I thought he was praying Muslim-style but see he’s down there with a camera, shooting over or on top of a log. Hey it’s getting warm in here. Doesn’t feel right writing before the sun has risen. So don’t.
6:49 Starbucks Cross Creek Whoa it’s cold here too. Air conditioning? Why? Got a zucchini walnut muffin – too good. Sister Donna’s e-mail report on her visit with Mom last night was not good. Mom was soo tired and fazing in and out of the favorite Scrabble game. One moment unable to grasp the tile, the next making a triple word score. I pray that Dad comes to waltz her away when Spirit’s ready. I know he will. Love you Dad.

Today's Sepia Tone Sunrise

I have so many demons and voices telling what a fraud I am and how my meager talent will be uncovered. Scripts have to be pried from my cold, dead hands before I let anyone read them. …Scott Frank
6:50 Starbucks Malibu Colony Waited for sunrise on PCH at the Malibu Pier with a surfer beached by a cold. He surfs most days on his way to work building things. Been surfing here at Surfriders’ Beach since he was 10, more than a few years ago. Seems to know about everybody. The sun was so bright it went to sepia tone with just a few wisps of clouds that have now multiplied to a full overcast. National Volunteer Week brings a recognition breakfast today at Wise Healthy Aging where I volunteer weekly with their Alzheimers’ Group. Requesting prayers of support for Mom in her physical therapy seeking to embrace whatever strength is left for her in this home stretch of her 92-1/2 year journey. I love you, Mom.

Today's Sunrise Through the Weeds on PCH

6:54 Starbucks Cross Creek
Waited 20 minutes for the sun to crest the mountain. Me, the pigeons and the porta-potty cleaner that had me move north a bit. No clouds for diffusion. Just a straight up, in-your-face, full luminosity, total wattage sunrise. No matter its descriptors, the day begins. Then on to the grande Gold Coast bold at Starbucks. Frank’s here, Kousha’s here, Dick VanDyke isn’t. And I’m here at my 2nd favorite window seat. Day feels right now that I’m writing. It’s OK to write morning pages in the afternoon once in a while, like yesterday. But morning pages in the morning definitely feels better.

Sunrise Over Sonia

9:56 my own front yard….Late start-NOT. Full morning – Went to sunrise with my friend Sonia Jackson arriving at Point Dume early, 6AM. So we climbed down the scary steps to the beach where the surf was breaking big and beautiful. Then hiked up to the top of Point Dume itself for seal viewing – trying to distinguish them from the rocks from which their barks bellowed - then down around Point Dume to take in all the bounty of bunnies and lush foliage, meeting another friend, Patricia Hill, along the way. Then on to Starbucks for a visit with Daryl Dupre, whose smile is there most mornings. And it’s only 10 AM and my heart is full …so on to Agape International Spiritual Center to let some of that spill over. Life is good.

Saturday April 17, 2010

Saturday 6:54 Starbucks Cross Creek - Bright, bright sunrise from the Malibu Pier. Gulls soared and one joyfully splattered the roof of my car. Ewwww. Clean up on Aisle 1! Larry Ellison’s magnificent sailboat was tethered to a buoy off the pier, but the sun rose way North of it now. Having to wait for the sun to clear the mountains these days. Makes for a tough capture as the sun-having-risen is so intense when it crests the mountains. Means I’ll get up just that much earlier to shoot at Point Dume . OK, upliftment time. Higher ground is all around always. All we need do is step up to it. THINKING about the blog. That’s stepping down. Don’t plan, don’t structure and whatever you do, don’t fill up pages with excuses for why it ain’t better.

Sunday April 4, 2010

Easter Sunday- Dempster Street Evanston Starbucks

6:46AM The sun rose gloriously to the occasion. Magnificent colors.
Worried where am I gonna stay. Well, ask. Don’t lose the wonderful resurrection day in worry. I just wish I’d stayed longer for Mom to be here until Donna returns. OK. Don’t fill the page with worry.
Well this noise is what’s here. Maybe to cover the noisy pair next to me. Look. Got in bed to noisy neighbors last night who moved their conversation inside for me in just a few minutes. OK OK Dreamt John deLancie and it was pleasant. But I’m not catching dreams – wait, I just caught one! So keep writing. ‘Til the joy shows up. The joy shines through. How greatly I’ve been blessed with a family that’s right here for me. And a life of um adventure and wonder.

Friday April 16, 2010

6:59 Starbucks Trancas

I was sure I was heading for Malibu Colony. Looked up and found myself turning off Heather Cliff onto PCH. OK. So the sun’s bright. Seeing all the THINKING and thinking and thinking...

Coffee’s so sweet. Wanting to set an intention for a movie. Well wanting to write about setting an intention anyways.

I’d rather be here. Watching this cute Brittany Spaniel in the car in front of me. OK so what’s the point of seeing such thoughts and writing them down? Dunno. Was thinking perhaps I’m Gertrude Stein reincarnated. Making the connection that she wrote all through the night and probably never saw a sunrise if she could help it.

But I don’t see why, in the vastness of all creation, one would repeat as a female writer or as a human being? Unless we keep doing what we’re doing until we get it right. In which case, I must be slated for another go-around.