Take That California Trip
The drive yesterday. Palo Alto, Sightglass, Bay Bridge, Vacaville BevMo. Then The Haul. Ten hours straight up that five. Other than two slow drivers and some freezing fog around Medford, pretty smooth sailing. Surprisingly. In retrospect, it’s something that was done that makes me think Wow, did I really do that? And what was I thinking of, and what was going on in my mind?
I think these trips get easier as our memories fill up with thoughts. Or the other way around.
Christmas Eve: Sightglass -> Union Square Shopping -> Lunch at Rose Pistola -> Blue Bottle Ferry Building -> Folsom -> Rocklin Christmas Eve Vespers Service
Immediate thoughts? This is what I wrote the next morning:
This isn’t the only way it could have been. You could probably come up with something better. Might take you a thousand years. Or two. Don’t worry though. It ain’t easy. In the meantime though, it might be convenient to have a look, at least, at one of the many only ways being laid bare in rooms big and small across this world.
It was just an evening of plainsong. Nothing more. Just adoration for this that is and this that will be. Nothing more.
On a fog-shrouded midnight Sacramento Valley winter eve. And it doesn’t mean anything more than it means. It doesn’t mean you can’t be fascinated by this alluvial valley. By how it was formed and settled and the creatures which inhabited it. Or have any need to argue any of this.
But enough of this. Just to sit on Sunday afternoon and enjoy. A football game, a meal, relaxation. More work to come soon. For now? Slow.
- Jon Oropeza