Yesterday morning as I drove back from spin class, I noticed these small sailboats on the lake near my house.
For some reason, they delighted me. I took a quick shower, and then my spouse and I grabbed our cameras and walked to the lake. I tried to capture the moment where we had multiple kinds of watercraft in the same space: small sailboats, rowing skulls, a rubber dinghy, and what we used to call a johnboat (a small, cheap, uncomplicated motorboat, but not a speedboat, nothing glamorous), but I'm not sure why. This shot is the closest I got:
It was a GORGEOUS day. After noticing the boats, I noticed all the flying objects too: several small planes, big planes taking off every few minutes from the airport, birds of all sorts.
I was absolutely smitten by the birds of prey that soared on every wind gust and draft. It was hard to capture them, but I tried. I got lots of shots of the beautiful sky ringed by the tree leaves.
And then I saw the birds of prey on the bank of the lake. I'm tempted to make some kind of comment about groundedness or maybe a metaphor would be better.
We sat on a bench and stared at the lake for almost an hour, until it started to rain. I had remarked that I could stay there all day and just enjoy the lake. But we had a low-key Saturday, which was wonderful.
We ended the day with another walk, which I don't have any pictures. I love to walk to the Hollywood Marina, where there is a bench where one can sit under the glow of the sign that advertises gas prices and watch the Intracoastal. It's more relaxing than it sounds. I needed a bit of relaxing, because I ended by low-key Saturday with a burst of activity: bill paying, vacuuming, dish washing. It was good to wind back down with a walk.
A poet, a scholar, an administrator, a wanna-be mystic--always wrestling with the temptation to run away to join an intentional community--but would it be contemplative? social justice oriented? creative? in the mountains? in the inner city?--may as well stay planted and wrestle with these tensions and contradictions here, at the edge of America.