The older woman walks ever so slowly down the block towards me. She moved here to be with her family, the children and grandchildren, and lives with them now. Her movements are a walking meditation. We often greet each other with good news of the day, which amounts to the weather. Our talk of climate […]
I like to start at the end. Which makes no sense after you realize that there is no end, no beginning, just “This.” The “Be Here Now” of “no time like the present,” even as we discover that a linear sense of Time is not absolute; where the future doesn’t exist outside of thought, because
I have never been a fan of sanity because I saw it as dogma — how socio-cultural-political interests defined what was possible, defined what was ‘Real,’ and then chose the least offensive option. Now I see ‘sanity’ as that which simply makes intuitive sense. No edge. No drama. No sense of personal threat anywhere near
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“Have You Heard About the Bamboo?” “You know about Bamboo, right?” Now when you hear something like this, what you know is that whatever she will tell you, is not just about bamboo- Is not something that even a bamboo knower would know. So she tells you about bamboo. How certain varieties in China grow
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A rock in your shoe, A thorn in your side, or paw…. The endless poking and prodding. The ‘pay attention to me’ of discomfort. But we are selective about our irritants– preferring a bee in a bonnet, for our inspiration Or trusting the well-placed burr under the saddle pad to kickstart the Horse of this
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