#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Me & My Bro celebrating his birthday
The first thing, waking in Mill Valley, California, with the sun pouring in my window over the blue bay of San Francisco, it noticing the date. It’s my brother’s birthday. We have already celebrated it, but I text him and my siblings right away to wish him a happy birthday. I write my blog before getting out of bed. The house is quiet. I feel no rush. This is the most restful house. And we are here on vacation. The last bit of vacation of this amazing summer. It’s a bit of a bittersweet day, because it’s our last. It is a full and very satisfying one. On the way home tonight, after grabbing dinner, the four of us, in Sausalito, I hear my daughter say to Wave in the backseat: This is the best vacation I’ve ever been on with you. This was what I had hoped to give by planning this trip before a new school, a new Montessori school starts for Wave in the fall and I dive back in eagerly to running all my groups and workshops this September. I have a busy fall ahead, which makes me happy and enthusiastic. I will miss my friend, but we are already making a plan to see each other again soon. In the afternoon we dove to Rodeo Beach and played and sunned and got wet and watched the surfers in the wild pacific waves. Rough surf, and I was anxiously attentive to Wave. Perri got to hike up to the labyrinth where Liz and I have hiked before. I got a bit of a hike with Wave when he insisted in going looking for his mother. A nervous and beautiful hike, for me, just being a little fearful to be taking a headstrong four year old up cliffs. He very much appreciated all the views. We will miss the dogs, the best friends of this household. Tomorrow we rise early and depart. And I trust as I leave that I will be back soon, perhaps as early as December. Now, home to the autumn of new beginnings and the water of Farm Pond which Franci suggests will be surprisingly cold.
