Category: Story Case

Goodbye Garden

\”The family meal has undergone a steady devaluation from its one time role at the center of human life, when it was the daily enactment of shared necessity and ritualized cooperation. Today, as never before in history, the meals of children are likely to have been cooked by strangers, to consist of highly processed foods that are produced far away, and are likely to be taken casually, greedily, in haste, and, all too often, alone.\”

Alice Waters, internationally acclaimed chef, author, and founder of the Edible Schoolyard, From the article \”Cashing in the Fresh Food Craze,\” Nursery Notes Magazine, May-June, 2009, Vol.43, No.3

Fwd: Living Energies, Omen Log

1871 Emerson: A man should not go
where he cannot carry his whole sphere or circle
with him, not bodily, but atmospherically.

I ate fresh wild

honeycomb
with my fingers
for the first time.

Raking moss in the dingy, a large bodied
spider
came up my leg
to stay dry.

I tested my sunglasses
with a crowbar
on a ladder,
prying burnt wood away.

Somewhere in the valley
cars VROOM and ZOOM around a track
so we, hear in the garden
engines rev.

A train rumbles by
on the other side, east
just shy of the foothills, blue mountain
railroad.

All I can say w/ this place is RESONANCE
it\’s the sound bound
of a GONG
…or the dinner bell.

These times & transits – in a space between –
give the sense, where I can see,
I am living
prophecy.

Rusty blackbirds rustle in the bamboo.
One is dead, the rainbow glistening
off the sheen of it\’s
blue black feathers.

Saying goodbye 2 u
it\’s been a glorious day,
despite consistent cloud cover
full of the promise:

Activities of completion
harvest day, csa!
transition winter to spring
and green re-emerges

i float on a sea of it
drawing plant portraits – a
come union rite
stop, for in silence it is heard

mullein _ i feel i have, developed w/in me, this
natural ease
being connected, assimilating the
gesture of a plant

we become one
through inaction, let it be
conversing w/ a wise man
i sense what he is handing me

pieces of conundrum,
big one. i honor his messages
time for peace
walk, in meditation

over sacred spaces
i tread through fields
along the wide mowed path
and divulge into forests.

This time traveling deja vu
washes over me, here
surges, spirals, multiplies and it\’s nonsense – all
Nonsense, but true.

anyway – this peace…
i can feel it in my fingers
flowing through
currents

my blood dances along
in its wake
energy, buzzing pulse, natural euphoria
like when i float up

my body sings
when i can feel these things
i\’m growing wings
to fly!