Category Archives: Autobiographical Fragments

Mary Rose

Late spring in San Francisco, 1958, and it had been such a beautiful day! I remember this 9 year old physical body seated at a wooden desk in the back of a grammar school classroom, oblivious to the yammerings of … Continue reading

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The Symphony

Ukiah, CA 1970 It was my last day off before I was scheduled to return to work at the residential treatment center and school for pre-teens where I had been working as a child-care counselor. I was tired but happy, … Continue reading

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Surfin’ Safari

“Let’s go surfin’ now! Everybody’s learnin’ how! Come on a safari with me!” ~The Beach Boys Summertime in California, early 1960s . . . If you lived down by the Pacific Ocean, you may not have known how to surf, … Continue reading

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Bat Cave Puja

In 1980, while traveling up the Indonesian peninsula from Bali to Bangkok, I was fortunate enough to be guided by a friendly Balinese to a semi-secret ceremony being conducted by a local priest/shaman at the mouth of a bat cave, … Continue reading

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One Taste

I was 8 years old when first introduced to floral ecstasy. It was midsummer in San Francisco, and all of that summer was warm and bright, as I recall, but I’m sure we all like to remember the summers of … Continue reading

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The Shadow

The first radio show I remember hearing was The Shadow, circa 1951. Because radio shows required visualization based on memory association, my 3 year old imagination was inspired to add some emotionally-reactive interpretation to the echoing sound of a creaking … Continue reading

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Anemone and Beetle

2002 Today serendipity provided an opportunity for me to grab my Gal and drop over the hills past Sausalito, climbing through the eucalyptus so fragrant and familiar, then wheeling down past Green Gulch Sanctuary to the power point known as … Continue reading

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