Yesterday, after buying a sunflower at the downtown farmers’ market, I parked my bike to hang out and listen to the Zimbabwean marimba band. (Add “bouncing dorkily to traditional African rhythms” to the list of stuff white people like!) Normally I’d pass them by, finding the repetitive tunes extremely boring. Yesterday was different. I was tired and stressed. The music was medicine. The ringing harmonies resonated in my chest and got me breathing more deeply and smiling.
Posts By: Jessi
Born-again catalog model?
photo credit: Gary Denness Saw a guy walking down Soquel Avenue. He wore snugly-fitting sparkling white jeans and a navy polo shirt, and sported wavy dark brown superhero hair. He held up in front of him a small cross made of two unpeeled sticks lashed together, and gazed solemnly and unwaveringly ahead as he paced… Read more »
My other book is a James Joyce
Love children’s books (like I do) but are wary of carrying them in public? Ward off the ridicule:
Sakura (cherry blossoms)
Westi loves springtime blossoms and I do too. Even more than the sight of pinky white clouds of cherry and plum blossoms, I love their scent. It’s one of a few flower smells that I’d love to stick my face in and breathe all day. There’s a Japanese folksong about them. I couldn’t find one… Read more »
Recent Comments