Monthly Archives: March 2014

April

Heron, swan, flamingo!!! Oh, right… (That was the April Fools’ part) Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit!!! (This is a traditional blessing I say (and write) at the beginning of every month, wishing you good luck and blessings.) Happy April from Arizona! I … Continue reading

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Transcendence

Yoga. Emergence. Evolution. I would like your help: your thoughts on something I have been thinking, feeling, and experiencing for decades. Transcendence. To borrow a line from Genesis’ Carpet Crawlers, “We’ve got to get in to get out,” and my … Continue reading

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discards

my grandfather wrote on the most beautiful note cards these were the rejects these were the discards they were not flowery nor adorned with birds yet preprinted on them were the most curious words he wrote on the backs the … Continue reading

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parenthetical

crescent moon hangs like a parenthesis left alone glowing crisply in the sky all he can do is wait a week for his mate pregnant from first sight until the fourt’night growing gibbous to my eye but of the paired … Continue reading

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springquinox

coiled and ready prepped for heady springquinox with pent-up passion new budding fashion birds arrive in flocks the gardens growing greener at this poignant inbetweener the season now unlocks beauteous bounty fresh grown tea silent stretching clocks weeds are sprouting … Continue reading

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swan song

her laugh lingers with me at the corner by the creek where we tethered the raft where the tennis balls taught me their algorithms thousands of memories boggle the mind probe the soul she laughed with wild abandon and giggled … Continue reading

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organic origami

are we but from one cloth cut from first hem until last worn never mended nor resewn upon the potter’s wheel cast moulded, kilned, by but one spin never again to be rethrown blown into a vase or flask the … Continue reading

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