Life: There are techniques for everything. It pays to learn the ones that matter.
Most of the time something is blocking the good vibrations from coming in. People out of vortex often feel hopeless, fearful, and annoyed. In this alphabet poem, I envisaged us all finally awakening to a reality that I wish to see in our world. All of us in the vortex. The presence of love is already sweeping away some of the hurtful things that are not of love. Soon love will be the only thing standing. That is the hope.
Do you know the long-headed grasshoppers? I was just introduced to a handsome pair. Click PLAY on the minute long video to hear her chomping at a leaf. Enjoy the short story.
Cliff jumping? Rock diving? This mother says, “No thank you.” What about you?
At the end of Summer like at the end of Winter, the old season tries hard to keep a presence. But in the end the old has to make way for the new. Give up the crown, so to speak. I love the lovely exchange. Do you?
Help protect our migratory birds. Turn off the lights, please— at least during the spring and summer migrating seasons. Thank you.
The Cacti that blooms for only one night, and is gone before the sunlight finds her. I find this inspiring. I hope you do as well.
Music is something we all associate with youth, and we can always relate the two by the type of music we listened to. In a big way, that is how we express and search for meaning and balance in life. And value. Sometimes we stumble on it when still young, but many times, generations transpire before we find it. That is the way of the world. But each generation extracts different meanings from different situations, and, right or wrong, everyone arrives at the right conclusions at the exact moment they’re ready. How? Are you with the majority or part of the minority? In music, as in all things, a small minority might be just what we need to continue the ripple effect.
Sometimes when you desire it hard enough, echoes of home come in the wind, or as stowaways in the nets of fishermen. Just sayin'...
This year, on our visit to the cemetery, I saw a whiskey tumbler placed on a tombstone. That’s acceptance, I thought, and proof of love. Obon.
Summer and Well-being: A must! But let me tell you about a green French-curly doily that's more than just decoration on your plate. You'll be healthier for it this summer.
At my local grocery story today, the buzz was on. I savored it. But then what I heard on the car radio zapped me back to the sad reality that the pandemic is still on. What sadness. Be safe everyone.