On the Tavern wall

A hard decree for all of love’s inmates

Which read:

If you heart cannot find a joyful work

The jaws of this world
Will probably

Grab hold of your


- Hafiz


I hold the lion's paw
Whenever I dance.

I know the ecstasy of the falcon's wings
When they make love against the sky

And the sun and moon
Sometimes argue over
Who will tuck me in at night.

If you think I am having more fun
Than anyone on this planet
You are absolutely correct.

- Hafiz


Figure drawing, swimming across the sandy river, excursions to Alberta (pics above) and the New Pornographers in concert Friday night.

sounds today: Typhoon and Grown Children.

Sometimes I say to a poem,

"Not now,
Can't you see I am bathing!"

But the poem usually doesn't care
And quips,

"Too bad, Hafiz, No getting lazy –
You promised God you would help out

And He just came up with this
New tune."

Sometimes I say to a poem,

"I don't have the strength
To wring out another drop Of the Sun."

And the poem will often

By climbing onto a barroom table:

Then lifts its skirt, winks,
Causing the whole sky to

- Hafiz

summer playlist: here

The beach was oh so windy with flying sand and freezing ocean this weekend, though it didn't stop the sun from giving us all vibrant burns. We built ourselves a fort and a fire and henna-ed, napped, and read sufi poetry - no matter the weather the ocean is perfect. For the week ahead, take a look at the Tin House Writers' Workshop Seminars and Readings at Reed, and the Bastille Day Celebration hosted by Pix on Saturday (Typhoon will be playing at 8:30pm).

photo from Summer Goals


Your soul sometimes plays a note
Against the Sky's ear that excites
The birds and the planets.
An invisible wake was created
When God said to His beautiful dead lover,

- Hafiz

Of course we chose the one overcast day in this jungle of heat to visit the ocean. But the ocean is magical under the clouds even so. In love with the poetry of Hafiz and the embracing summer evenings. And I've discovered figure drawings like a breath of sweet cool air. Be a child this weekend - paint your face and ambush your beloved humans in the tall weeds!

sound of this weekend: To Where We Drift by Firs of Prey


When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

- Wendell Berry

The ocean is exhilarating, even on the overcast wilder days; add a rodeo, rides, and good old American cowboys and the weekend is pretty near perfect. Happy Independence Day!
sounds of today: here
photos from Bloom Grow Love