“All my life through the new sights of nature made me rejoice like a child.” Marie Curie


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  • Green Nostalgia, My Grandmother’s Kitchen

    Green Nostalgia, My Grandmother’s Kitchen

    Like the lone albatrossCircling the unconscious seaI float over the memoriesSurveying the childhoodI once inhabitedFrom every perspectiveI’ve studied my grandmother’s kitchenBut it is the view from aboveThe seabird’s scrutinyThat my mind’s eye always favorsThe narrow back staircasePeeling wallpaper, threadbare carpetAge and decayYet fragrant with ancient spicesMysterious witch hazelThe old radiators, clanking and hissingWith the same

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  • Melting

    Melting

    Snow capped mountainsMeltingInto historyLike an escaping dreamEluding memory’s graspSilent, wordless grief Painting by Kawase Hasui

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  • Healing Rhyme

    Healing Rhyme

    Listening to the newsIt can be hard to smileOur country in a downward spiralBut still we can rhyme in styleWords made pretty, and agileLittle drops of sunshineIn pocket vials*** *** *** ***Count the deer in the photo!! Sadly, the beautiful hillside will soon be mowed down by goats to reduce wildfire risk.

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  • Spring Wildflowers

    Spring Wildflowers

    How can a flowerPossess such powerTo cheer us up?Unfolding symmetryPhotons of colorSnatched from the cosmosDeceptive simplicityA spiritual mysteryOf wonder and love

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  • Incongruous Spring

    Incongruous Spring

    Spring in swingNature’s happy new constructionAmidst societal destruction I’ve never been a big Grateful Dead fan, but this bumper sticker really hit the spot (You can get these on Amazon):

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  • The Taskmaster, a Meditation on Aging and Learning

    The Taskmaster, a Meditation on Aging and Learning

    The TaskmasterA chance meeting at midlifeA young cellist on the radioSlow emotive notesReverberations and longingSo you became my taskmasterInsisting upon unity of body and mindClearing of obsessionsDemanding relaxationA strange new countryFour strings the only roadsSounds the only guidepostsConfusion, frustrationThis note is A, this is C, this is F sharpBut I had no unconscious template, no

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