So I’ve been inside my head a lot lately because I have a lot of changes going on in my life. I’m getting used to the fact that I can’t call my mother when I want to and was told by a friend who lost her mother 17 years ago that I gets easier but there are moments that can make it seem like she died yesterday even 17 years later. I’m also striking a…
Chateau de Chambord My mother occupies her own light at the lowest aperture of winter. She is bundled up, walking Angel, her Golden— long dead now—from the carriage-house hotel where we are staying toward the black trees where kings of Europe once hunted. Thin snow blows from the monolith of a cooling tower by the wide frozen river. The chateau is closing, a last light or two; my mother calling Angel in the dark by…
Practice nonattachment Cultivate the habit of free – a) use the library, quit buying books on Amazon; b) listen to WWOZ, quit buying Itunes songs; c) revisit your wardrobe, no more clothes/shoes/jewelry. A mitzvah a day Quit making lists
Across my Yahoo homepage flashed a news blurb about cities losing their populations – I clicked on it because the image was definitely New Orleans shotgun houses and I was surprised to read this sentence “New Orleans has lost a quarter of its population over the last 10 years as a result of Katrina.” Katrina happened in 2005.
There were 79 million babies born between the years 1946 to 1964 and let’s say half were women, and they are now reaching menopause, and guess what – the hot flashes alone are what is tilting this planet towards extinction.
We had friends from Puerto Rico, Brazil, and the neighborhood over today for New Year’s lucky food – black eyed peas with turkey tasso, cabbage, mashed sweet potatoes with a lucky dime hidden in them, garbanzos with dates and star anise, rice pilaf, cauliflower, and loads of sweets from sweet potato pie to homemade cookies sent home from last night’s party with us. It’s like we got up and went into this whir whir whir…
Last night, we came home from a party to put Tin to bed and found ourselves falling in right behind him. It had been a long and emotionally trying day with a lot of the same monsters rearing their heads and when we were lying in bed the fireworks outside mirrored the fireworks inside. I woke this morning with an email from a friend who sent this Hawaiian poem from Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len called…