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Month: December 2017

human emotion

Yes, fear. Human emotion. Strong like love. Okay, I love patterns, I fear labels.   So back to FEAR. Avoiding labels and loving verbs– I write, I teach, I sew, I problem solve, I engineer. Verbs good, labels–not so. I remain idealistic AND fiercely pragmatic.   Bravest person that I know, my home, my heart, my mom–toughest teacher in my high school–yes, indeed–tough but awesome. A superhero–no, cape–more like a heroine transported from days ago, in a land…

Zupa

Four-thirty a.m. and I’m making soup! Porcini and Chanterelle mushrooms simmering away in a bath of life-giving H2O, yes water–fresh from the tap–I can’t forget the stinking rose–GARLIC! Jar said “California Style” minced garlic sautéed in olive oil. Soup and Pie, these are my two favorites to cook. Thanks to Wisconsin Public TV, I’m learning about apples, beef, pumpkins. Supper sounds better than dinner–maybe I should change my jargon. https://wpt.org/around-the-farm-table/garlic-stinking-rose Garlic is known as the “stinking rose.”…

rice

heading off to work with a container of uncooked rice, and yes–inside it, my personal phone. With a Physics degree and love of water–I know–cell phone with no case, denim jeans pocket–low friction. Gravity and the natural attraction we have to water, soon my phone, my little recording studio where Tia Tere talks to the future–splash. Athlete in me, muscle memory–sprung to action and made the save, and sorry but emotions weren’t involved. Didn’t call myself names…

sisters in thread

As the season of lights and preparations is here–I recall your smiling eyes and you in that pastel flannel plaid–soft white and gentle blue. Audaciously on the year of the Rooster, we sat like women no, humans always have–over food–talking of those young persons we love, some in school, others back home, and of the men in our lives.  I never met her husband in person–but over that meal, I got to know him–I hope he feels her presence…

Tuning, Timing and Temerity

  Twenty Seventeen; Two Zero One Seven Minutes in Between I share Love isn’t measured in minutes or miles Yes, this year–we’ve buried family and friends, welcomed new ones, fallen down and gotten back up. I’m not sure how, but through grace we do.   2017, oh my–the phrase Earth without Art is just EH–has taken on a new meaning for me this year. Rest in Peace my friend from long ago. So these bookends, these letters the…

Says Who?

Sticks and Stones will break your bones, but names will never hurt you. Wait! What? That’s rude! Ok–rewind, let’s place perspective in this post. Today, the 9th day of the last month of 2017, I break my fast, I speak some words–both tempered and empowered by a silent month–a pause in posts. Yes–the unsung hero the… wait–for–it… pause.   Peacefully powerful, providing perspective and playing well with others–unspoken, unwritten, unsung hero–the pause. Seriously, I speak my truth–you future…

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