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A poem in the midst of insomnia

Since Then Outside the high windows of what was once our kitchen—before that, a weaver’s room—now a study— the breeze-bent lilacs continue to wave and sway; the weeping willow grazes buffalo grass; the copper roses blaze and extinguish, blaze and extinguish and blaze . . . but the peacock that appeared one afternoon strutting up and down the back garden’s brick path hasn’t been seen again, and was not— unlike the five tawny owlets perched…

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The hair cut

The men came the other day to whack, saw, cut and scrape the Queen Palms in the side yard, the very same palms whose fronds were so huge seen from the height of the red tower built in back of the LaLa where I was to be the king sitting in her counting house counting all her money, only now the whole enterprise has shifted to a brave new world of getting, less spending, and…

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Carpe Diem

We’re back in the whirlwind of life regardless of our energy level – Tin was going down for his nap when his good friend’s mother text me that we had a once in a lifetime opportunity to get to the Navy base and see the Blue Angels for real – so up from his nap (who says we’re rigid) and dash across the river and there they were in all their glory – the real…

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Another day into Plan C

After last night’s panel discussion on Rudolph Steiner and Waldorf education, I met today with someone who was looking into our school to see what needs shoring and what is working. Then I picked up the little munchkin and took him with his friend to see the tall ships docked on the mighty Mississippi. My fav was the Indonesian ship which reminded me of Bali and all the beautiful people, architecture, food and I felt…

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The Navy

The Navy has descended upon New Orleans occupying all ports with historic Tall Ships that are on display all week while the Navy personnel file out to our community to do service. I saw a bunch in City Park painting the pagodas. All cute, sweet and young. Hard to think of them having to actually go to war and makes you wonder about all the service people who die in war who are mostly anonymous…

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Rats

A Norwegian roof rat made its way into the yard and I believe was killed by one of the cats – which, I don’t know, but I’ll put my bet on Bam Bam who is a long time stalker of prey. The reason I know this was a Norwegian is that my neighbor who I asked to get it out of the yard told me and he’s a biologist and knows these types of things.

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And about Rudolph Steiner …

Who knew Rudolph Steiner – I didn’t – before Tin started Waldorf, but since he’s been there it seems that Steiner is all around me – he is speaking about finance, he is speaking about agriculture, he is speaking about education, he is speaking about the spirit, he is speaking about community, he is speaking about compassion, he is speaking about our inner most selves – and he keeps on speaking – the man would…

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Tinism

Tin has been talking about Rogan a lot lately saying he “looks just like him” – Rogan is blonde, blue eyed and stocky. I tell him you look nothing like him. But today, Tin said, “Mom, I want to look like Rogan.” Mom said: “Look, Rogan is a cute boy, but I like the way you look, because when I see you my heart melts and I think you are perfect from your head to…

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