GIVE YOURSELF PERMISSION ALREADY
Winter 2020 here in Sonoma County; rainy, soggy, frosty mornings, warm days teasing for spring, now waiting for rain again. Our response: eating more than we work off, praying more and just resting more. I’m trying to relish the slower pace, the fireplace, and finishing stupid little projects I put off until a wet winter day. How about you?
I try to imagine keeping pace with my achievements of last year, and then, quite frankly, I just don't want to anymore. I’ve simply had enough of last year.
Why try to keep up the momentum of a long summer day deep in the winter weather of now?
I’m not ready to fully embark on 2020 yet, at least not at the quick pace of a normal spring day with sunny weather and the garden lush with possibility. And that being said, I look forward to spring. I’ll take a few more weeks of slower pace, before I prepare for my 2020 race. How about you?
Who’s permission do you need to slow down and...
LEAVES OF GOLD FALLING, CALLING IN THE FALL
© Ariana Strozzi Mazzucchi, Sept 25, 2019
Today in Northern California, it is hot, dry and fire winds remind us of those tragic fires of 2017. It’s hard to concentrate on anything else. Yet, it is a busy time on the ranch. The peak of harvest distracts us from the pressures of the outer world. This morning harvesting lavender, calendula seeds, rose geranium, and setting out grapes in the sun to become raisins. I decide to honor the sun by making a new herbal oil with a blend of calendula, California poppy and rose geranium. I place the oil and herbs in a mason jar and set it in the baking hot sun of our back deck.
As I turn toward the garden, I see in the distance, gold flecks falling in the light dry breeze. Golden bay leaves dance rhythmically towards the earth, foretelling that fall has indeed arrived. A few gold leaves fall on the backs of the horses who are...
Allow the Ebb & Go with the Flow in these challenging times
Summer 2019, By Ariana Strozzi Mazzucchi, © 8/9/19
We were driving up the coast today and I was imagining the coastline as it may have been two hundred years ago. I remembered a talk I heard that said this shoreline used to be hundreds of feet further out in the ocean. And now I look out and see cliffs being eroded by the intense waters of change. We drive past Salmon Creek where Coastal Highway 1 has become a one lane road and the houses that used to rest at the cliff’s edge are gone, swept into the ocean returning the cement foundations to their origins. There’s one house left and it’s for sale. Is it a sign of the times, an elegant Sotheby’s sign on what once was an amazing house now doomed to be swept off of its foundation and to disappear forever? Who would buy it? What is actually for sale?
And the ocean keeps changing. The tide comes in and the tide goes out. I see people...