Posts Tagged ‘Green Lake’

Friends, Yoga Challenge, Fog, and Stepping Out in the Unknown

December 10, 2017

One day in early March 2010, Linda Tally said, “Fran, you should start a blog.”  And I started one that very month. My blog has been going strong ever since.  I may not write a blog post every day and, certainly, weeks go by without a blog peep out of me, but I do keep ’em comin’. Writing blog posts has made me better at crafting my words. Blogging has made me think more deeply and, over the years, my photography has improved.  Daily, I find myself thinking about topics I could write about, even though few of those topics actually materialize in blog form.  The countless topics are tucked away into the files of my brain.

I like to imagine that one day I will have more time for writing, but, for now, so much of my life is occupied by teaching and practicing yoga. I will just have to be content with whatever snippets of time I am able to devote to tapping out my thoughts on this computer.  What I’d love to craft is a book of essays on yoga thoughts, experiences, and philosophy.  Also on the back burner is a book about my Peace Corps experience and a return trip I took to Senegal long after my Peace Corps days were over.  My dad’s incredible life story awaits an audience as do the stories, swirling around in my brain, related to my Sicilian heritage and the many colorful characters who have helped shape me into who I am today.

Until then, you get a mishmash of this human’s thoughts and musings.

Yoga Challenge: As I mentioned in a previous blog, I started a personal yoga challenge on my birthday, November 25.  For the challenge, I am posting a photo of myself doing a yoga pose every day for a total of 56 days on Instagram (Yoga by Fran Gallo on Instagram).  Today is Day 15. Each day represents a year of my life.  The Yoga Challenge is much more difficult than I thought it would be.  Doing the pose under various conditions, taking the photo or getting someone to take the photo for me, and wanting to take shots outside when it’s darned cold out and often raining are some of the situations I’m confronting. The greatest challenge is the vanity issue.  I don’t like to be showy and I feel self-conscious taking and posting the photos, but it’s good for me.  I am far from perfect in form, physicality, and character, but I’m human -very human- and I’m doing my best and the photos candidly capture me just as I am the very moment in time the shot is taken. Yoga has been a part of my life for 27 years of the 56 years the postures represent.  Though far from easy, doing this challenge only seems right apropos my yoga practice and life.

And yes, sometimes it’s fun!

Below: Yesterday at Green Lake (Thank you, Jayne!)  The winter sun was bright and hitting the trees.  I noticed the long shadows cast by the sun and noted that it was only 2:40pm.  My face looks florid because of the light.  What I love most is the skinny tree-shadow my body is casting in this photo.

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And then a complete turn-around in weather today.  The lake was foggy and the weather very cold.  I almost slipped several times on the sidewalk’s thin layer of black ice. The docks were covered in a thin film of frosted ice.  Sky and water merged to form a muted gray.  The photos from today are gems. (Thank you, Gail, for these very cool photos!) My friend Dayna says this photo looks mythical. I agree.  The ducks and geese add mystery to the photo.  Green Lake’s Duck Island seems to float. The fog was so thick that the photos almost look black and white. But the graffiti tells you another story.  In the photo below, the colorful graffiti vividly stands out, looks penciled in, an afterthought-splash of blue. The graffiti tells you the truth of the photo. It is not black and white.

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Because of the ice on the docks, the only type of poses I could do safely were balance poses. Yes, oddly, I had a greater chance of slippage with two feet down because there was no grip for my feet!P1010005

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David Whyte On a whim, I purchased a ticket to hear David Whyte read his poetry last night at the Center for Spiritual Living.  Let me start by saying that, even though I am married to a poet, I don’t always understand poetry when I read it.  It is best for me when I hear it read aloud, preferably by the poet who wrote the poem.  And what is most enjoyable is when the poetry is prefaced by a story, as happened at last night’s reading.

The evening was thought evoking and such a treat for my heart, my spirit, my mind.  Whyte grew up both in Ireland and in England.  It was a delight to hear him speak and read.  He is a master at story telling and poetry reading.  He connects with his audience and I especially love his mastery of the English language.  His words are rich with description.  His imagery transported me to Ireland, to a river, to a talking stone with the face of a sheela na gig carved into it set upon a plinth, to a conference of Catholic nuns seeking out deeper biblical understandings via the words and insight of a poet-heathen, to the Camino de Santiago and to Finisterre, where a pair of boots are burned to symbolize the end of one journey and the start of another.  Whyte’s imagery flowed into my dreams last night.  In my dreams, I walked on water.

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David Whyte’s words ask us to waken into this life:

There’s a road always beckoning

Just beyond yourself

is where you need to be.

David Whyte asks us to “drink from a deeper source”:

  • Nature calls out to you, asking difficult questions.
  • Be bigger than yourself.
  • By walking you make the path, the pathless path.
  • Dedicate yourself to the impossible.
  • Step out and get just beyond yourself.

As I write, I hear David reciting his poetry with his style of repetitions.  The words are repeated, the words are repeated, until there is an understanding, until there is an understanding, followed by silence, an understanding followed by silence.

Also of note, David Whyte spoke about friendship:

But no matter the medicinal virtues of being a true friend or sustaining a long close relationship with another, the ultimate touchstone of friendship is not improvement, neither of the other nor of the self, the ultimate touchstone is witness, the privilege of having been seen by someone and the equal privilege of being granted the sight of the essence of another, to have walked with them and to have believed in them, and sometimes just to have accompanied them for however brief a span, on a journey impossible to accomplish alone.

Thank you, David Whyte, for your insight, wisdom, and words on friendship.  I was very moved by the reading last night.  I think it lent to the preciousness of today and to an ever deepening appreciation of the friendships I have cultivated in my life.

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Floating Leaves

November 20, 2017

It’s been a while since I last posted a blog.  I’ve been busy teaching and stealing away moments so I can plan, launch, and promote my yoga retreats coming up in 2018 (coming your way soon).  November and December have always been busy months for me and this year is no exception.  Just want to say all is well here! I think about blogging all the time. I always think of themes and ideas to write about for my blogs, but most of the ideas just float around like colorful leaves on the water’s surface, escaping word-dom.  Word-dom.  That’s a made-up word.  I like it!

Rick and I made a quick jaunt to Ocean Shores this weekend and then we came back to Seattle early yesterday for our dear friend’s mother’s memorial service and this evening we went to a concert at the Jazz Alley to hear the legendary Taj Mahal.  It was such a great show!

This morning we took another incredible walk at Green Lake, our new “front yard”.  I think the photos that I took today speak to the beautiful autumn we are having.  We are deep into November, the days are short and the air chilly and damp.  Miraculously, last week’s strong winds did not manage to loosen every leaf hanging by their stems.  The leaves, on the ground, in the trees, blown into the water, still dazzle the eye.  Below are my photos from this morning’s walk.

Happy Thanksgiving, dear readers!

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Winter at Green Lake

January 28, 2017

I didn’t get a mid winter break this year!  Maybe this is why I am officially tired of winter.  If only winter could be as short as this blog post.  It’s been one cold winter.  On January 17, Green Lake was completely frozen over.  That was the first time I have seen Green Lake freeze over.  The last time the lake froze was in 1972, long before I ever lived in Seattle.

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Today, however, felt balmy as the temperature reached 53 degrees. The lake is no longer frozen.  Buffleheads were frolicking in the water.  I saw a ruby-throated hummingbird land on a bare branch. Winter blooming sarcacocca filled the air with an intoxicating scent.  Skate boarders and in-line skaters sped along the trail. The day felt warm compared to the low temperatures we have had in the mornings and it seemed everyone was out walking.

Here are just a few photos taken today.  I feel so lucky to look out over the lake every morning when I wake up.

Horizontal view of winter trees and Green Lkae

Horizontal view of winter trees and Green Lake

Bare Trees and Winter Sky

Bare Trees and Winter Sky

Autumn 秋

October 6, 2016

Autumn

Can’t believe this is our backyard!  Our condo sits looking at this beautiful park.  Rick and I still take a deep breath in every time we open the door to our condo and say, “God, I can’t believe we live here!”

Photos from this evening’s walk around Green Lake.

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Green in the Heart of the City

May 22, 2016

I never tire of walking around Green Lake. The light differs every time I am there and last Monday, as I walked the 2.8 mile trail, the lake looked greener than ever.

With the light different every single day, who can ever tire of walking around Green Lake?

With the light different every single day, who can ever tire of walking around Green Lake?

Wild Yellow Iris in Full Bloom I have been watching these irises come up year after year and they are always pleasing to the eye!

Wild Yellow Iris in Full Bloom I have been watching these irises come up year after year and they are always pleasing to the eye!

Green Lake was named in 1855 by David Phillips, who was probably struck by the lake’s dark green color.  Even back in 1855, when the lake had plenty of surface inflow and outflow from the now dried up Ravenna Creek, the lake’s natural state was prone to algae blooms.

The Duwamish had a name for the lake: dxWTLusH.  It’s a Lushootseed word and no one knows what it means.  My guess would be the Lushootseed name might have something to do with “green” or maybe it is a native word for “yellow iris”.  I found the word on line and really would like to hear it pronounced.  I can’t even begin to imagine what it sounds like.

Green Lake used to drain into Lake Washington via the Ravenna Creek.  After the water level was lowered by 7 feet and park lands created, the Ravenna Creek dried up.  In fact, lovely Ravenna Boulevard and its grassy median sit on top of the old creek bed. (A link for old survey maps and Green Lake Watershed is at the end of this blog).

Clean Lines of Lake and Dock

Clean Lines of Lake and Dock

Lost Shoes

Lost Shoes on Bench

Mamma Goose and her babies

Mamma Goose, her babies, and blossom-littered grass

Lake, Iris, and Reed Grass

Lake, Iris, and Reed Grass (straight reeds go curly in disturbed water reflection)

Green Lake Trees

Green Lake Trees

Old Survey Maps and Green Lake Watershed: VIEW

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Autumn in Seattle: November 7

November 8, 2012

Just before I left home to walk over to Yogalife Studio at Green Lake, I thought to grab my camera!  Lucky grab! How many times have I been on my way to teach and wonder why I left my camera behind?  The route I take is most scenic. I go past the Woodland Park Zoo, past the rose garden, through Woodland Park, and halfway around Green Lake.

It was 3:30 pm and the sun was low in the sky as I reached the lake. The few remaining leaves clinging to the trees looked like they were on fire as they caught the sunlight.  The billowy clouds against blue sky reflected on the wind-rippled lake.  I stopped a few times to take these shots at the risk of being late for my 4 pm class.  Looking at these images from today, I think taking these photos was well worth the risk of being late.  As is, I made it to class at 3:55 pm, with five minutes to spare!

my favorite shot

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