November 24, 2017. I once worked in project planning, computerized schematics of software development broken into steps performed by multiple groups, overlapped in a what-must-happen-before tapestry that seldom lasted a week without major revision. Life outside IBM is far simpler, but my gears still spin at times, guessing at prerequisites, trying to rationalize delays that go unexplained to those of us outside the realm of decisions. The totally unexpected accelerates those gears! This week has been like that.
Finally, I have in hand the beautiful chapbook from Robert Okaji – ordered months ago anticipating a September publication. Worth the wait, the timing truly is perfect – a long weekend to reread these poems several times in succession. From Every Moment A Second – available from: http://www.FinishingLinePress.com or Amazon.com
Finally, there is electricity in the tiny house my daughter has been building for nearly three years and has just moved into. Powers that be seem to have delivered a persistent young tabby as house-warmer.
A lot to be thankful for this November!
November 14, 2017. From this afternoon’s impromptu walk with the dog …
November 9, 2017. Brie joined the household almost four weeks ago. Eating and growing constantly, she no longer fits on the hat she initially claimed as her nest! Oh, but it served well that first week – where better than beneath the dining table to take in her new surroundings and new companions? Eye-level with the Labrador!
Lately Brie’s often found snuggling against the Labrador – bigger and warmer than the hat. Night hours find her on the bed near our feet, a respectable distance from the elder Calico’s corner command post. (The Labrador prefers privacy in her kennel, thank you.)
October 20, 2017. An invitation we initiated in March has brought exactly what we hoped for – migrating Monarchs arrived this afternoon, four days after first blooms opened on the new blue mist bush. We brought this home from Rancho Lomitas after watching Rio Grande butterflies congregating, making clear their preferred party food. (Please don’t ask me the technical name. But do check out: http://www.rancholomitas.com/)
I stood in the midst of the flurry feeling invisible, a wallflower hanging around the buffet at an elite social event. But no complaints!
September 17, 2017. For several days, I’ve been rummaging through old photographs (from before I went digital) hoping to spy a certain mug. It was white stoneware, with a pink primrose painted on the side – part of a set, four different flowers. Those mugs were my first purchase post divorce, back in 1979. Symbols of independence – kept through the years though discolored from tea and coffee. The pink one, most used, was the worst. When Gary and I merged our lives and belongings under this roof in 2006, off to Good Will went the ugly mug. I kept its blue mate, least discolored, as souvenir.
Striking out finding an old photo of the pink mug, I’ve let the blue one take its place in this collage. Behind the mug is a scanned 1997 view of my backyard swing – scene of the drama.
Here’s to memories of mindfulness before I claimed such as part of my practice.
August 19, 2017. Home from summer travels, I am finally able to connect a poem written right before departure with images I did not have along on the trip. This one’s been waiting for me to get home!
We lost our tabby Ziggy unexpectedly earlier this year. I painted the back porch rocker turquoise, all that sanding and painting a way to deal with grief. Since then, I keep seeing turquoise everywhere I turn. And every time, Ziggy comes softly to mind. One such encounter was an Eremos-sponsored day of Contemplative Poetry at St. Matthews Episcopal (in Austin) in June. I did not yet know about the turquoise table movement to encourage neighbors to sit together and get to know one another. The table pictured seemed just one more appearance of turquoise! So I sat down and communed with Ziggy about turquoise.
July 23, 2017. Traveling still, now in cooler temperatures and higher elevations. This afternoon’s rain kept us campsite-bound – an agreeable pace! I’ve encountered several times lately promotions for “forest bathing” – Japanese Shinrinyoku – preventive healthcare practice of getting oneself out among trees. Research proves its value. My experience here bears witness.