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Chain of Being
These two potted Night Blooming Cereus have been whipped by tropical storms, hurricanes, destruction, and construction. Their pots are broken and too heavy to move so they sit on the edge of things. This morning, the subtle perfume from a night of blossoming caused me to pause, look up, and out from my automatic-morning-mode to…
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Bright Darkness
While humanity reels under its own assault the dark is lit with moon glory her full perfect roundness a bright eye that sees beyond all seeing as Jupiter stands witness in the smooth expanse of infinity. Flashes of muted brightness strobe behind a distant black cloud on another stage. Night blooms the cereus in sync…
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Ordinary
Cleaning yellow pools of pee and mounds of poop are ordinary chores in my kitchen. My pristine and heart-full kitchen where all the pots and pans are old friends, and every window is a view of heaven. Years ago, Hipi brutally lost his leg and now we are old together. Shared trauma made us soul friends. Love…
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Poison as cure
I made a honey cake for the Sunday market. I used the honey from the hive of bees that attacked Wally several years ago. I use it as medicine and for special occasions. The honey, black as a moonless night, flows slow and potent. It’s Christmas, so I want its magic to be in the…
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To the moon and back
My niece, Sarah has a son named Shay. He was born 5 months ago and because of social media, we have the pleasure of watching him grow in awareness and becoming, catching his fresh expressions of discovery every day. He is my daily reset to original joy when the cares of the day cause me…
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Triptych with Mars
I opened my eyes this morning and saw the red planet Mars winking at me through the window. This is the second morning Mars signals me in morse code. I had laid out my clothes to dress in the dark so as not to wake Wally or the dogs. Note: I must oil the hinges…
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Breathing with frogs and newborns…
The rainy season is here. The rain song of the cicada and the frog have been here for a month of sundowns. They are the bards of rain. Two nights ago, the rains began with a blast from Hurricane Blas, the earliest and strongest hurricane recorded here. It passed a good distance off shore but…
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Everything is already here…
It’s a new moon, a good time to start the blog with a new face… minimum like the moon. I just finished a Year-long Enneagram Certification Program. I feel ripe after a long season of learning. Our class committed to a daily practice of conscious breathing to deepen attention to three areas: body, heart and head.…
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We were hit hard by a hurricane at the end of August and are still reeling from its effects. We lost the roof over the kitchen veranda which covers the major part of the house and we lost the roof over the veranda of the second floor and also the roof of our yellow Hummer…
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Beginning again…
It’s been 4 years since I’ve posted. Life has been full of changes but we’re still moving in “a long obedience in the same direction”. Slow living has a lot to teach. Commitment to a personal evolution that expands and carries me deeper is unknown territory. I don’t know where I am going but I…