Here and There

Thursday, May 25, 2006

In little bits

I was thinking about how I see God in my neighborhood, how I see what he is doing here. It is a vague picture, kind of like the flash that kind of swirls of who I imagine God to be when I say his name in my mind on that edge of prayer.
I picture tissue paper flowers. All over. Brightly colored, some sticking out of trees, some lying in the middle of the street. Little crinkly standing up straight as though reaching to the sun. Many layers of petals, and they are in hidden spots sometimes. Sometimes in places I've stepped as I've walked on the sidewalk. Sometimes on the door of a place I asked God to bless. Sometimes they are just blowing by on the wind, a little bit of magenta and orange, some party colors God tossed out to Channing Way in the form of Peace, Grace, Hope.

I think of these tissue paper flowers forming a garland one day, all the impacts all the hellos, all the choices strung together- obvious, visible, forming a lovely web. The blessings, the faithfulness, the truth of His love.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Special on Aisle 3

I love listening to grocery store ads on the radio. They're not really on TV, and I actually rarely hear them on the radio because I don't listen often enough. But I love the way 99 cents a pound sounds. I mostly like the "cents a pound" phrase. When it is more than that, they say a dollar twenty nine. No cents, nothing. Not as fun sounding. I was at Berkeley Bowl testing out the prices per pound, saying them in my head. I would love the job of saying the prices for a grocery store each week. (Asparagus: On Special 1.89 a bunch. Juice Oranges: 1.49 a pound. Yellow Onions: 29 cents a pound.)

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Space to Scatter

I am picturing something that you don't see everyday. I've seen it in Cinderella, and other movies I'm sure, but I've never really seen someone do it. I've only done it myself once or twice.

What I'm thinking of is someone scattering something- not sprinkling, we've all done that, but scattering: having a large quantity of small bits (like feed for chickens, or seeds) and tossing them far and wide with a generous sprinkler-like sweep of the arm.

Maybe we don't have enough space to throw things around like that; the inches of dirt we plant are not spacious enough to need a throw of seeds over them. What small amounts of land we have to offer to growing things must be calculated and doled out. Animals we have are fed pinches, or half cups. Or as in Kate's case, a few shakes from a canister.

So we don't carry seed wheat in leather bags over our shoulder. Or know what it's like to throw handfuls of corn everyday.

My plan is to go to one of the new "calming circles" and scatter some seeds. Maybe I will mix them with dirt so I have more to throw.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

It's not the same without you around.

Last weekend we went to see Mates of State, and Viva Voce, and the Botticellis. It was such a good show. The Botticellis did great, Burton was happy and people clapped along. Viva Voce is fascinating...this girl plays the guitar in a very thoughtful way, and she seems to take her time and oozes the self-confidence that prevents most girls from playing the guitar with such presence. Solos that were intricate, and feedback that was calculated. Very cool.

And then Mates of State, who I haven't seen in a few years, and haven't heard their new stuff. Didn't know they had a kid, didn't know they were touring with The New Pornographers in the UK...Peter, did you know that!?

Watching them play was so good! It reminded me of being a teenager, and loving going to shows and seeing bands. There were so many kids there who had the new album memorized. Singing along and clapping and dancing. They knew the instant to pause and the instant to rock their little heads back into the beat. We bought the latest album, Bring it Back, this week and it isn't super super great-they are best, really, THE best, live. But there is one song, "Punchlines" that is wonderful. When they played it live, it was great, but on the album it's great too. As it started out, the first 3 dozen times I repeated it, I thought it would be the anthem for the summer. Super-fun and happy. Then, I listened more thoughtfully and even though it is still wonderful, it feels sad and kind of desperate. Still great, still can't stop listening to it. I love Mates of State. But sometimes I think, when a band is a husband and wife team, you can't help but feel weird listening in on their music. I think that's why I like it best live, because they're up there inviting you to participate. On CD sometimes it feels like spying or something.