Night nymph, Berkeley, CA.

Mid-morning stretch, Craneway Pavillion, Richmond, CA. This past weekend I was not tending to others — the parental exploits that form the bulk of this blog’s subject matter — but instead tending to myself, at a nonresidential “city retreat” led by Pema Chödrön.  An application of ye olde “put the

Boy with bone, Chileno Valley, CA. “What do you think this came from, Baba?” they both asked. The boychild was fascinated. “A dinosaur, maybe?” hazarded his older sister. We were at a u-pick ’em farm, out for apples. They also operate a 600-acre, 100-head, grass-fed beef cattle ranch. Baba knew