This morning I left home at 7, headed along the coast on a trip to Berkeley. Louie had given me a bunch of tapes, and the first one I grabbed was a Vivaldi concert — one I’m pretty familiar with.
I adore Vivaldi. What he does resonates with my soul. As I was driving up a winding stretch of the coastal highway, a soaring section gave me a jolt. I felt an electrical charge come up the back of my neck. In another movement, which starts with an organ, then joined by a violin, I got tears in my eyes — not spilling, but there.
It’s the Winter Solstice, bless our planet and the life forms upon it. The sky was orange this morning. When I got out to Hwy 101, our Indian Princess Tamalpa in repose, Mt. Tamalpais, was shrouded in mist.