Obstacles 

San Francisco Bay


I arrived at DMV in Berkeley a little after 8:00 a.m. this morning to meet my business and boat partner Andrew to register our boat, Solana. This was the necessary first step to getting insured, and moving off the Berkeley Yacht Club guest dock, where our boat had worn out its welcome, and into the Berkeley Marina.

As luck would have it, the DMV was closed as it had been burglarized leaving 200 people standing in the parking lot wondering what to do next. Andrew and I however, pulled a u-turn and headed straight to the Napa DMV which is always calm and rarely impacted by big city problems like burglary. 

We stopped for breakfast, and handled the insurance on the way. It took less then half an hour to to get our boat registered, and insured, then we headed to the Marina, and the Harbor Master. 

Because the boat is held in our LLC they needed 14 pieces of documentation. I have the entire company filed in a bankers box that I was able to throw in my truck, so I had everything we needed, except my declaration of insurance, but my wonderful insurance agent, Jim Rogers, quickly emailed it directly to the marina. 

Finally, we boarded Solana, and moved her to be measured by the Harbor Master.  Soon we will have our permanent slip, and a home for our beautiful boat that has spent the last ten years out of the water.  

Simultaneously, our friend Tom sailed in Sanctuary, his boat that had been moored in Port Townsend, Washington. His trip, due to bad weather, had to be done in two parts and took several weeks.

It was coincidental that after so many days and obstacles, Solana and Sanctuary both sailed into the Berkeley Marina at roughly the same time. 

The Sanctuary crew made breakfast, even though it was 3 p.m. and and we celebrated sitting in the sunshine eating scrambled eggs and homemade hash browns. 

Another perfect moment.

Love and blessings to all. 

Grounded

Manicotti

I’ve finally started to feel grounded again, after a busy few weeks, I thought spending time alone in Tahoe would make me feel better, but it didn’t. 

What has helped me has been to come home, water my pink and white flowers, and pots full of impatience, pansies and daisies, tend to my basil plants, and trim my beloved Meyer Lemon tree and cook for my children. 

I should have known this, because nothing comforts me more than the fog rolling in and cooling off my creekside home in the summertime. I love the wildlife that thrives in our beautiful town, and the way we are so close to the city, but feel so far away. 

There is no better feeling than puttering around barefoot, watering the plants, and making dinner for the kids.

Love and blessings. 

Courage In Motion

Courage in motion. I’ve never seen two people move forward with such courage and determination.

When they were very small they sat in their double stroller, and asked what happened to Grandma Joannie, and I told them the story of her lung transplant at Stanford, and how no matter how hard everyone tried, she went into organ failure, and died 18 months later.  

They nodded, and looked at me like old friend’s who had been gone for a while, and needed to be caught up. 

They both insist they are doing fine, even though they tell me not to worry, I still do. I remember pretending I was fine when I was not. 

They’ve had a busy summer, among other things they both work at the same store, and go off together and work the same hours. They are very hard working, especially Paris, and I’m so proud of them. 

They look happy and well adjusted. Though looks can be deceiving, it might be true. It just might be true.

Love and blessings to all. 

The Inner Circle

When I was a little girl, my mother would routinely forget to pick me up from school or leave me waiting for an hour or more in the parking lot with my furious girl scout leaders.

So, when friends let me down or family left me at the airport, Toronto, Vancouver B.C., or Oakland, all was quickly forgiven, as this was not unusual in my world.

Yet, these were offenses that would, for most people, have earned a line through your name, in the words of my friend’s mother, you would be crossed off the list.

It causes chaos to be surrounded by unreliable people.  I’ve learned it takes a lot of energy to wonder if your relatives are going to show up for you or not.

Overtime, I learned to manage with or without them, and found ways to protect myself from the disipointment of birthdays left unacknowledged or milestones unattended.

In my family of origin, I became a good giver, but not a receiver, thus blocking the natural and healthy flow required in good relationships, both core components for deepening trust and love.

Even, in my marriage, my husband was very reliable, but most of my circle was not. Leaving me with a very skewed sense of where to put my energies and loyalties.

Now that I have a fully reliable inner circle, at the very least it is luxurious to have friends to remember my birthday, or make my children homemade ice cream when we visit, or never leave me stranded at an airport, but having people to count on is necessary for a secure, happy and productive life.

When I met my friend Jeff, he came to my house to cook me dinner, and then he cleaned out my refidgerator. When he returned to LA, he sent me an entire set of pots and pans, because, in his opinion, someone who has written a cookbook should own better cookware. And, he’s picked me up from the airport on time, plenty of times.

Additionally, I spend a lot of time with my business partner and our circle of sailing friends, and they are the same way, they are reliable, not just sometimes, but all the time.

Of course, in sailing and in life, there are times when you must show up for each other. After all, if you miss castoff you will be left behind.

Stable and predictable relationships make the hard work and time consuming efforts of following your dreams that much easier, and once achieved, that much sweeter.

Love and blessings to all.

Spread The Word

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OceanSF Spring 2017-7

Here we go.  I’ve been holding Ocean SF back for a long time.  As a seasoned Product Manager and Marketing Director, I’ve been part of many launches and trust me when I say, it’s better to wait and be ready then to launch before you can fulfill your customer promise.

After many, many months of hard work we are finally ready.  Our wool, and I mean the wool thread, has been ordered and is being milled now, we have dye samples for our gorgeous red.  What you see in the photo above is vintage one of a kind fabric purchased in LA at Mood in the garmet district.  It is 17 years old and the factory that made it has been closed for a decade.  Jeff, spent the day (and it took all day) driving me around LA, and helped me find it.  We have reproduced the color for our technologically advanced fabric (our wool fabric has a lofted texture inside for warmth) and will finally have the fabric in November and be able to make more than one.

I am wearing the jacket sample in orange in the photo above, this fabric that has been developed by a company called Global Merino in the Bay Area, and it’s a gorgeous fabric, tightly woven for warmth, the wool fibers are long to keep it from being itchy, inside the fabric is softer to trap air to keep you warm.

Please go to oceansf.co and pre-order your Men’s and Women’s jackets!  They are made of 100% New Zealand Merino wool, warm, soft, sustainable, beautifully made in LA and machine washable.

This is what I wear sailing, skiing, hiking or walking.  You will love it.  It’s so warm and made of natural fibers.  Why would you wear polyester in the natural world?

Please wear only natural fibers while hiking, biking, sailing skiing and so on.  Polyester fleece leaches into our drinking water polluting it with tiny particals that cannot be filtered.

Spread the word! American made and tested for durability, comfort and warmth. Go to Oceansf.co.

Love and blessings to all.

Dramatic Weather & Cleaning The House

I wanted to go to Tahoe to be alone. I’d had an intense few weeks with multiple house guests then, a three day soccer tournament in Southern, California. I also wanted to clean the house.

Cleaning the Tahoe house, for me, is like washing your first car. I’m so grateful to have it that I never mind making the beds, washing, folding and stacking fresh towels, or even cleaning the beautiful cherrywood floors. 

It’s also a meditation for me. I listen to music and I am grateful for every beautiful memory I’ve had there. 

After, driving three hours, I was surprised to find myself passing my house and driving straight to the place where we spread my husband’s ashes. As a Catholic and traditional person, this is not what I would have wanted for him, but it wasn’t my choice, and I respected his wishes, and did what he asked. 

Of course, the beach was quiet as the thunder, rain and hail had chased everyone, away.  Polly, my dog and I sat there for a while, and I thought, “Now what?”

Now what indeed.  The next day, I cleaned the house from top to bottom, packed up and left. 

Synchronicity

Synchronicity (German: Synchronizität) is a concept, first introduced by analytical psychologist Carl Jung, which holds that events are “meaningful coincidences” if they occur with no causal relationship yet seem to be meaningfully related.

Over the past several years, I’ve had many meaningful coincidences, so much so that I started writing them all down in a notebook.  One of them was the initials of a college boyfriend that are now in my license plate, exactly and in order.  Or, seeing constantly the initials, JW of a close friend of mine, this happens all the time, and every where I go.  I take pictures of them and send them to him.  I have no idea what it means.

Recently, after the ash spreading ceremony, I was in San Diego for a soccer tournament and sitting in my room.  My daughter and I were tempted to stay in for the night, and order room service, but decided since we were there, and it was a beautiful night, we should go out and join our friends.

I went down to the resteraunt, and my daughter to catch up with the team at the pool.

When I stepped onto the patio, the band was playing the song, “Harvest Moon” by Neil Young.  When I first met my husband, he had this album, of the same name, and played it all the time.  For a while, we commuted to work together, as we were next door neighbors, and I remember listening to it every morning, and especially the beautiful love song, Harvest Moon.  It’s a hauntingly beautiful song, and it moved me to tears.  Once seated, I ordered some Ahi and a salad, and the waiter had a name tag with the same name as my husband.  It was a strange series of conincidences.

The song reminds me of my husband because he was my neighbor, and before he met me, he would watch me from his balony that overlooked the pool.

Neil Young Lyrics
“Harvest Moon”

Come a little bit closer
Hear what I have to say
Just like children sleepin’
We could dream this night away.

But there’s a full moon risin’
Let’s go dancin’ in the light
We know where the music’s playin’
Let’s go out and feel the night.

Because I’m still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I’m still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

When we were strangers
I watched you from afar
When we were lovers
I loved you with all my heart.

But now it’s gettin’ late
And the moon is climbin’ high
I want to celebrate
See it shinin’ in your eye.

Because I’m still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I’m still in love with you
On this harvest moon.