Tag Archives: San Francisco

Letter from San Francisco #21

September 10th, 2015 by

JaneSloane-SausalitoBoatGarden04150831Potus46I left the joyful energy of my houseboat in Sausalito to catch a flight to Mexico City.

This was around the time President Obama was preparing to head to Alaska and to hike the peaks to provide a dramatic visual backdrop to his message about the need for urgent international action on climate change.

I was headed to the International Meeting on Campesinos Economy and Agroecology in America  as a gathering designed to strengthen the movement of campesinos (peasants) fighting for food, water and land sovereignty through agro-ecology, the science behind sustainable agriculture.… Continue Reading

Letter from San Francisco #20

April 26th, 2015 by

Nepal EarthquakeI woke up on Saturday morning to news of the devastating earthquake in Nepal and in Northern India, which has already resulted in almost 2,000  over 4000 deaths, with the final death toll predicted to be much higher once the recovery effort gains momentum.

I’ve been watching the media commentary and have been thinking about how we need to do more to lift up the voices and images of women to ensure that aid is being directed in ways that benefit women and girls, as well as men and boys.… Continue Reading

Letter from San Francisco #19

February 13th, 2015 by

Life on the bayLiving on a small wooden boat feels like a metaphor for life writ large.

I go from bunkering down during a storm, feeling like I’m in a dodgem car bumping up on all sides, to the dreamy calm and eggshell blue of a new day.

During a recent night’s storm I listened to an interview with poet Mary Oliver who was talking to Krista Tippett (On Being) about her ‘insufficient childhood’ and that walking the woods had saved her life, as had poetry.… Continue Reading

Letter From San Francisco #18

December 28th, 2014 by
Looking for Letter From San Francisco #19? click here

20141116_SausalitoSky3x1000 ‘Put down your bucket where you are’ was Howard Zinn’s prescription for social change.

My small red bucket is here on my boat.  And my boat life fulfils the distilled advice given by a friend, “choose happiness.”  Sausalito must be one of the most joyful places I’ve ever lived.

Floaty boat living is also a great place for contemplation. Especially when working for an organization like Global Fund for Women, with its commitment to women’s human rights globally.… Continue Reading

Letter from Sunrise #1

July 17th, 2014 by

Moon’s up
Shane Howard, Gurrumul
…my country
I’m dancing light into night

microlights dotting the hills
this boat’s a rockin’
like dolphins are nudging it from underneath

outside, rowboat
oars slap, slap
darkness spills
nature, a universal home
touchstone to a defined home

boat speeding toward me
rippling water
birds divebombing

high tide, lapping waters
clinking of bells
rush of laughter
tiny boats
human sized

Jerry Garcia land
Church of the boaty waters
all the Jonathan Livingston Seagulls in the sky
sing my boaty throaty hymns

The joy of a working harbor
tiny boat motoring into the night
in the distance
a bolt of light
a boat of light

Look up at the sky
stars in slipstream
such a sense of aliveness
voices carry
beauty wherever I turn
the sweet clanging of
boat bells
the rhythm of the waves
slowly rocking me
there is a profound feeling
of oneness with the
world, completeness
rocked back to the
how I love this
long for this
even while I’m feeling this

oh transitory joy
transitory bliss
transitory life
the beauty, the
beauty of it all
rush of water
rush of wind
rush of air

and my feet
like rocks on a
tilting earth
I am alive

Deepening night
darkening night
jangle jangle
slow rock slap
howl of dog wolves
in distance
rumble on

waters of a connected
world – flow like
Blood through my veins

A flash of boat fire
surge of joy
of boats seen
leaning on my boat
head tipped to a
sky swept to infinity

I feel like I’m
on the roof of
the world here
on sunset’s bow
a misty rain
cloud crossing
a sickle moon
all alight, all aflame
in my soul

spirit sparked
jangle jangle
the lit world
I feel so alive
rushing water
rushing life
light and life
rushing air jangle

memory of the great birds
swooping, swooning low
as I step
outside my
boat into morning
that fierce
direct connection
to nature through
birds wings
flutter by
jangle jangle

Oh deep joy
slap slap
jingle jangle
that moon again
I am alive
the newness
fully awake and present
to this moment in
my life
rushing wind now

And all around
infinite stillness
energy vibrating
pulsing this world
clang clang clang
wake up
it’s now
it’s all now
our moment of aliveness
is now
clang clang
feet steady
head tipped
to the infinite sky

conversations carry
from waterfront cafes
caches of people

inky hills
dotted lights
I swivel round
constancy of
boats tucked up
to the sleeping world
voices carry
clang clang
lights striking through
the night sky
sweet rippling waters
sweet sleeping waters
is melodic
so too is the
changing tide

yellow moon
so big
lamp moon
hovering in the sky

mythic moon
boat lamps
twinkling winking
moon lamp
aglow in the sky

sky dark
tiny pinprick stars
show their faces
sky sparks
play their dance with
a low slung moon
moon river
could be playing
it’s a moon bay moony night
a swoony night
with that moon swinging low
sweet chariot
I am carried home
in my heart
in the lilt and tilt of the night
forever night

How magical it all is
here I stand
here I flow
tone and texture
music and art
voice and play

A night for creatures
emotional heart
of creation
kindred spirits
bound to that
yellow moon
so wondrous
above a
Sausalito tide



Jane Sloane





 … Continue Reading