Of the moment // 5.9.14
I’m taking a break from my regular Of the Moment because I want to soak up as much time with my family and friends as possible over the next few days. BUT I was guest Instagraming for Visit Sacramento on Wednesday and Thursday, and I’d love it if you took a look at the feed: I’m really loving the photos I was able to share. Also: I’m going to be teaching a yoga class for friends tomorrow on the Capitol lawn, and would love it if any Sacramento readers decide to come–just shoot me an email for details!
I also wanted to share this little excerpt from Notes from a Native Daughter by Joan Didion, simply because it’s one of my favorites:
It was very easy to sit at the bar in, say, La Scala in Beverly Hills, or Ernie’s in San Francisco, and to share in the pervasive delusion that California is only five hours from New York by air. The truth is that La Scala and Ernie’s are only five hours from New York by air. California is somewhere else. Many people in the East (or “back East”, as they say in California, although not in La Scala or Ernie’s) do not believe this. They have been to Los Angeles or to San Francisco, have driven through a giant redwood and have seen the Pacific glazed by the afternoon sun off Big Sur, and they naturally tend to believe that they have in fact been to California. They have not been, and they probably never will be, for it is a longer and in many more ways a more difficult trip than they might want to undertake, one of those trips on which the destination flickers chimerically on the horizon, ever receding, ever diminishing. I happen to know about that trip because I come from California, come from a family, or a congeries of families, that has always been in the Sacramento Valley.
Have a wonderful weekend!
