Buddhist saying: In the world of truth, there is no East, no West. Where then is the North, the South? Illusion makes the world close in. Enlightenment opens it on every side. I was thinking of this as I lay in bed this morning and realized that there is no joy reaped from taking control of an outcome that has yet to occur, better to leave things to chance – to leave space for improvisation…
Name: Tin Date:_11/21/11__________ Choices in Play/Style of Play (inside and outside): Tin loves to play and interact with the other children. While playing indoors, Tin loves prefers to build (mainly the superdome), make a “house” using the silks and play stands, rally his friends to form a marching band, and cook breakfast for his friends. Tin greatly enjoys interacting with his peers and rarely…
Tatjana read this poem yesterday at our Thanksgiving table and it’s only fitting that 3 year old Ruby stripped down to her boots to run around like a child of nature. Patriotism by Ellie Schoenfeld My country is this dirt that gathers under my fingernails when I am in the garden. The quiet bacteria and fungi, all the little insects and bugs are my compatriots. They are idealistic, always working together for the common good.…
Paradise (Old East Iranian: pairidaeza) is a place in which existence is positive, harmonious and timeless. Key to any gathering are the who, when and where. Thanksgiving Day, we were three for three. Where: Bayou St. John in New Orleans [read: positive] When: A gorgeous November afternoon [read: timeless] Who: Free spirits who love good food, great music, poetry and laughter, and wine and each other [read: harmonious] An Egyptian couple strolled by the festivities, and…
Last night, my neighbor could smell my other neighbor’s stuffing in the oven, and could see the neighbor besides her chopping the broccoli for the salad, and they called up to her that they could smell the bourbon pecan pies cooking and were salivating. Meanwhile, the deep fryer and 3 gallon peanut oil was taken to the driveway to prep for the next day’s cooking. This morning, in Tad Gormley stadium we got our number…
I forgot that I posted a how to on deep frying a turkey on the bayou. I had all but given up on turkey cooking after having two vegetarian Thanksgivings in a row. But tomorrow we’re putting two in the ‘url and boilin ’em.
Thanksgiving is going to be about giving thanks. A group of us are gathering on the bayou, potluck, to give thanks for living in paradise, for having each other, for surviving and for all the joy that we should be grateful for – among us, someone who has been sick who we want to get well, someone who deserves fame but has not received it, someone who wants someone to love but doesn’t have one,…
I came across this quote today – “love me when I least deserve it, because that’s when I really need it” and it probably goes hand in hand with any sort of toddler book you’ll ever read. I mean the teacher sent home some readings the other day and they were basically interchangeable for partner or child – you could scream, What the fuck are you doing? or you could say in a calm, measured…
I went to the store in a semi coma from working all morning after taking Tin walking and muffin seeking and here’s what I decided: I’m not buying Oprah’s magazine anymore because a few of her favorite things are a ridiculous waste of money. So here’s a few of my favorite things: MUJI’s 2012 VINYL CHLORIDE COVER R-PAPER MONTHLY WEEKLY NOTE – B5 – in sexy white (I had red last year) Gap rainbow striped footy…
The last couple of weeks, months, years have felt like a maniac’s ride at the Carnival but I’ve decided that instead of Wonder Woman who I envisioned I was embodying that in truth I am the Cat in the Hat and while I can stand on a ball, but wait that’s not all, I can juggle a cup, a saucer, a cake, a teapot, a rake and best of all I can fan a fan…