she gathers forget
in waters of the pious
Photograph © 2012 J.S. Graustein
re:lit is a series that regards and responds to literature across genres and eras
It’s a day of all things French today. Picked up a tap-n-go bus card that works a lot like the Metro passes. Ate brunch at a creperie run by French-speaking Algerians. Picked up petit pain et pain au chocolat at a French bakery (not run by French speakers). The sky was even in a melancholic mood, turning from blue to grey in the blink of an eye.
And tonight? I’m off to an international film festival that promises to disturb and provoke thought, as well as entertain. But not even the darkest film will bring me down tonight BECAUSE I HAVE INTERNET ACCESS AGAIN. Not in an Alvarado Street eatery, but in my rented living room. Ah, luxury:-)
P.S. If you want today’s Coastal Meditation, here’s the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yrpFSDJnE6g
Had a bit of panic this weekend, walking the bookshelves of B&N and feeling overwhelmed by the volume. So many voices, so many titles, all begging to be heard. I began to wonder how I’ll ever get my authors heard in the midst of it.
Then on Monday, a tornado touched down 50 miles north of us. In California.
By the time the weather alert came on the TV, the whole thing was over. So it was nothing compared to the nights I spent in Illinois huddled in hallways and sleeping in basements. But it was enough to turn my office dark in the middle of the afternoon.
I stepped out on the balcony and took this photo, facing east:
When I turned to face south, though, I saw this:
It was such a living metaphor. All I had to do was turn around for a path to the sun. So I turned back to my work sending out PR pitches to the local media. Amazingly, two hours later I had an interview scheduled with the local NPR affiliate. Crazy!
Just like the clouds.