Today’s quite a day. I'll get to the bit about me, but first, in the greater world scientific advances and very much good energy, many prayers are needed. The news brings a report of bacteria that resist all antibiotics, including those last ditch ones that desperate doctors use to try to stop such monster killers … Continue reading Edge-of-my-seat hours to pass
In which I learn the respect of gravity
Hurry up and wait. That’s an expression I grew up with, and lately it’s been coming back to me. With a vengeance. Today I was intending to be writing from south of San Francisco, dogs in the park, bonsai relocated to a second floor condo balcony. My daughter and another roommate nearby. Green, green, everywhere! … Continue reading In which I learn the respect of gravity
Drifting by a desert ocean
Hate is a poison Love is a remedy Singing out like the sweetest of melodies Hope is a ghost in the deepest of memories Stronger than ten of me Fear is the enemy In the dark and it creeps like a shark In the coldest sea In the deepest part but Hope is the beat … Continue reading Drifting by a desert ocean
When the dreaded thing interrupts
Thursday was a fine Red Flag Warning day as I set out for the market in my upscale Permobil C-300 wheelchair. Humidity 6%, wind increasing towards a steady 25 mph, sun flickering in and out of high, thin clouds. How was I to know that the expedition was about to bring me harshly to something … Continue reading When the dreaded thing interrupts
The Stray Border Collie
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On the tyranny of things
I carved this turtle out of a piece of cedar firewood my Aunt Harriett had given me back in 1990. She thought the wood had better potential than providing twenty minutes of warmth via her fireplace I hung onto the fragrant cedar with its strong demarcation between the red and the lighter wood within it, … Continue reading On the tyranny of things
Tree glow
The Moving Blogs When needing away time from the steady sorting and selling of possessions that dominates my life for the time being, I seek reassurance that the world spins, madly, joyously or ponderously depending on your frame of mind. That the sun shines through clouds that have been covering the skies here, more often … Continue reading Tree glow
On getting close to stardust
If April showers bring May flowers there should be plenty of wild food around here for hummingbirds when I bid adios to New Mexico in a few weeks. Today has been soft, grey and way more humid than what I’m accustomed to. 87%, up from a period of 9% (daytime). Which all makes me dreamy, … Continue reading On getting close to stardust
National Poetry Month–Rethinking Regret
Learning to embrace the wild inspirations that come through imperfections, yes! Today’s poem was chosen by June Hirsh: Elaine Sexton is a contemporary poet who I’ve had the opportunity to meet. “Rethinking Regret” expresses that living life is not abou… Source: National Poetry Month--Rethinking Regret
The glad and the sad of moving
Yesterday, in my usual backyard spot for musing over what goes on in life, a tiny hummingbird buzzed me. “Where is my own special food?” he asked. “Alas, my friend,” I replied rather sadly, “This will be a season of changes for you and me. I will soon be gone from here, and I don’t … Continue reading The glad and the sad of moving
Rising Over the Smoke 