Posted on Saturday, December 15, 2018

Recipe #1

Posted on Thursday, October 18, 2018



TRUTH SERUM
by Naomi Shihab Nye



We made it from the ground-up corn in the old back pasture.

Pinched a scent of night jasmine billowing off the fence,
popped it right in.
That frog song wanting nothing but echo?
We used that.
Stirred it widely. Noticed the clouds while stirring.
Called upon our ancient great aunts and their long slow eyes
of summer. Dropped in their names.
Added a mint leaf now and then
to hearten the broth. Added a note of cheer and worry.
Orange butterfly between the claps of thunder?
Perfect. And once we had it,
had smelled and tasted the fragrant syrup,
placing the pan on a back burner for keeping,
the sorrow lifted in small ways.
We boiled down the lies in another pan till they disappeared.
We washed that pan.





*Beautiful poem shared by Joanna Colbert from www.gaiansoul.com on her latest newsletter.

Cherry cranberry pie

Posted on Monday, June 25, 2018

Yesterday
I kept a secret.
A secret that was not mine to keep.
I rolled it up under my sleeve
And when I got home
Like an old man hides his money
So did I. I've picked up the mattress
And kept the secret on my bed

under me

Do you keep secrets on your bed?
Do you lay there pretending
there is no Treasure
When indeed
There is gold in the bedroom
And you're not sure how much your gold
Can buy
But you hope and cross your fingers
It will buy you a ticket to heaven
And a cherry cranberry pie.

Eaten on the doorstep
Under blue sky

A cherry cranberry pie

A secret is never not a lie
Cherry
Cherry Cranberry pie

Poem after tonight's storm

Posted on Sunday, June 18, 2017


Must the man be who he is?
Must the man loose all before he changes?
Only the vain,
Only the vain, my dear.

A firefly passes by a couple,
The night remains the same
Except,
Everything is different.

We do nothing, and nothing we do,
The gods write beautiful stories,
We must live,
Live we must, my dear.

Because there will always be something that amazes you.
Love we do. Love is always offered.

Must the man be who he is?
Yes, that is the path.
Must the man loose all before he changes?

I cannot answer for that is not my story.
I'm just mesmerized by the firefly he brought with him.

And then it rained.
And we remained silent as the old night.

The night is so old and warm, sweet grandmother night, she hold me until I fell asleep.

Love is offered. Life is offered. We conquer only ourselves.

Not to be forgotten

Posted on

Low quality phone pics, big memories






















Some people dream the same dream

Posted on Thursday, March 9, 2017








Life,
Hosting us with delight,
Mothering us with love
In the arms of Nature.

We can hold each other
Even without 
Meeting
Even with an ocean
In between
Just by dreaming
The same dream.


Rita

Will be back after the break

Posted on Monday, December 5, 2016


Almost can't believe that has been more than a year since I posted here. Will gradually come back, stories to tell, magic things to share. 







Sorry for the low resolution photos (random pics from my phone)



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