A blue moon rises tonight as the year comes to a close: a perfect opportunity for a little candle magic.
Maybe a small house with chickens and a goat, gardens, a grove, and a pool, and a view of the ocean and the life this home would support.
This is an area of the internet, usually in a largely natural state, for the enjoyment of the public, having facilities for rest, healing, and recreation, often owned, set apart, and managed by me.
"The new Padre Hotel could be the biggest thing to hit downtown since the earthquake. If it opens. If it works.
If the owners are able to saddle and ride this beast...
In the last couple of years, downtown has settled into something of a funk (with some notable exceptions).
The recession and the subprime meltdown haven't helped. Nor have the fights, the stabbings and a couple of homicides. People may want to experience downtown, but they want to live, too...
For years, the Padre has been an eyesore. The hotel shut down eons ago and besides a barbershop, a coffee shop, a print shop and a jewelry store on the bottom floor, it's basically been sitting there.
I go back and forth on the Padre architecture. One day, it glows. Another, it simmers. The Padre, built in 1928, looks better when backlit by a sunset at the end of a day well spent.
If you want to be generous, you can talk about the Padre "being a fine example of Spanish Colonial Revival architecture," but really, the magic, if any, has always lay inside its spacious lobby with the large arched windows and 20-foot-high ceilings.
I slept through the glory days of the Padre Hotel. Milton "Spartacus" Miller bought it in 1954 and installed a girl in a swing over the bar and had a musician named Ernie Kelly playing the piano."
When you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens, Your sweet muscles cramp. Children become concerned About a strange look that appears in your eyes Which even begins to worry your own mirror And nose. Squirrels and birds sense your sadness And call an important conference in a tall tree. They decide which secret code to chant To help your mind and soul. Even angels fear that brand of madness That arrays itself against the world And throws sharp stones and spears into The innocent And into one's self. O I know the way you can get If you have not been drinking Love: You might rip apart Every sentence your friends and teachers say, Looking for hidden clauses. You might
weigh every word on a scaleLike a dead fish. You might pull out a ruler to measure From every angle in your darkness The beautiful dimensions of a heart you once Trusted. I know the way you can get If you have not had a drink from Love's Hands. That is why all the Great Ones speak of The vital need To keep remembering God, So you will come to know and see Him As being so Playful And Wanting, Just Wanting to help. That is why Hafiz says: Bring your cup near me. For I am a Sweet Old Vagabond With an Infinite Leaking Barrel Of Light and Laughter and Truth That the Beloved has tied to my back. Dear one, Indeed, please bring your heart near me. For all I care about Is quenching your thirst for freedom! All a Sane man can ever care about Is giving Love! From: 'I Heard God Laughing - Renderings of Hafiz' - Daniel Ladinsky