Whittle

December 5, 2017.  I spent yesterday foraging through 15 years of digital photos, seeking the right image for this poem.  Finding the poem was a simple search on title.  The search was triggered by reading Robert Okaji’s poem “Shakuhachi Blues” (on his blog: https://robertokaji.com).  It took me back to the mountain above Cloudcroft NM, sitting around an evening campfire, watching a young man whittle while listening to my man play a wooden flute – feeling the flute vibes reshape me.

That evening was in 2008, before I began pairing poems and photos.  In time the right photo surfaced – an image from elsewhere in New Mexico, at sunset, man and flute in beautiful trance.

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Goddess At Work

November 29, 2017.  I love to wander the aisles of hardware stores, or Home Depot.  Usually I have a problem on my mind, looking for some fix.  But I can be sidetracked by a gizmo with no apparent use.  Like the day I found the goddess, thinking she would never set posts!

The new power line to the tiny house my daughter is building needed to be elevated,  visible above grasses soon to regrow from recent mow.   Though others had previously  borrowed the goddess for such, this was my first post thrusting.  Impressive.

(Yet I continue to revere her for hue and curve aesthetics.)

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On Time

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!

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Old Hat

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.)

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Garden Party

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!

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Pathway Choice

October 11, 2017.  On this clear October day, I went out to wander the backyard taking photos of fall-bloomers cultivated to attract butterflies.  One butterfly posed for me, and lots of bees.  But my eyes were primarily focused downward, trying not to trip over plants way beyond their beds.   The pathway (what I could see of it) began to fascinate more than the bright blooms.

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