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  • The Dead by the Side of the Road

    December 8, 2016
    dancing in the field of dreams, poetry and songs

    THE DEAD BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

    How did a great Red-tailed Hawk
    come to lie—all stiff and dry—
    on the shoulder of
    Interstate 5?

    Her wings for dance fans

    Zac skinned a skunk with a crushed head
    washed the pelt in gas; it hangs,
    tanned, in his tent

    Fawn stew on Hallowe’en
    hit by a truck on highway forty-nine
    offer cornmeal by the mouth;
    skin it out.

    Log trucks run on fossil fuel

    I never saw a Ringtail til I found one in the road:
    case-skinned it with the toenails
    footpads, nose, and whiskers on;
    it soaks in salt and water
    sulphuric acid pickle;

    she will be a pouch for magic tools.

    The Doe was apparently shot
    lengthwise and through the side—
    shoulder and out the flank
    belly full of blood

    Can save the other shoulder maybe,
    if she didn’t lie too long—
    Pray to their spirits. Ask them to bless us:
    our ancient sisters’ trails
    the roads were laid across and kill them:
    night-shining eyes

    The dead by the side of the road.

    ~Gary Snyder
        Turtle Island

     

  • Yoga philosophy

    September 5, 2016
    Beautiful, dancing in the field of dreams

    Patanjali’s 8 Limbs of Yoga

    Yamas (Restraints)
    – Ahimsa (non-harming)
    – Satya (non-lying)
    – Asteya (non-stealing)
    – Brahmacharya (of Brahma)
    – Aparigraha (non-hoarding)

    Niyamas (Observances)
    – Soucha (cleanliness)
    – Santosha (contentment)
    – Tapas (zeal for yoga)
    – Svadyaya (self-study)
    – Ishvarapranidhana (surrender)

    Asana (pose)

    Pranayama (breath)

    Pratyahara (withdrawal of the senses)

    Dharana (intense focus)

    Dhyana (state of meditation)

    Samadhi (state of oneness)

  • Food

    August 1, 2016
    bonsai

    I finally ordered food for my little tree.  I have been starving it because I simply hadn’t gotten around to getting food for it.  I hope I haven’t killed it.

    I have pellets coming from Bonsai Tonight.  Shipping cost half the price of the pellets but I can live with that.

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  • My dad died

    July 4, 2016
    a day in this life, dancing in the field of dreams, family

    I believe in the Big Bang and I believe it is the breath of God and it is God. Exhale creation, inhale entropy. And it is all Now. That part of the Now that forms into Ingram is part of Us before we are born and part of Us when we separate out of the moment we inhabit as individual particles and return to the greatness of All. And the part of Creation that was his life is still happening.

    I am still laughing with my grandmother. I am still gossiping with my dad. I am still holding my infant son and I am still fucking up all they ways that I did that, too. And my future is unknown to me, but it is already happening, too. Not as it is supposed to happen, simply as it does happen.

    So, that part of the liturgy that talks about “as it was and is and evermore shall be” really works for me. My dad is with me forever, I just can’t hold his hand any more.  The particle of Now that is “me” misses that and cries sometime.

    I do not believe that the Breath and God are separate.  I believe Singularity.

  • Hamby pole beans!!

    June 20, 2016
    a day in this life

    My Nanny (paternal grandmother) was a constant gardener. She canned or preserved anything she had enough of to put in a jar. When my uncle was situated with a yard big enough to plant in, he followed her example. His uncle, her brother, used to get bean seeds from a local general store to send to his nephew in Nashville, TN.

    When Nanny died, we pulled out all the things she had put by and everybody got an equal portion. Except, she had taught me how to make pickles. So, I traded my pickles for quarts of beans. And had no more for 2 decades.

    Four years ago, I called that general store to see if they still carried Hamby bean seeds. My uncle’s garden was gone as his dementia progressed and his uncle had been gone almost as long as his sister. And they do. They don’t usually sell the little hobby garden size package, but they sold me a quarter pound of seeds. They weren’t (maybe still aren’t) set up to take a credit card. So, they sent the seeds to me with a bill enclosed, trusting me to send a check back to them.

    (Of course I did. Shut up.)

    My dad, never a gardener, has been delighted with the flavor of his past, when I share.

    Hambys are pole beans and have a fairly short production period. But, they put out like crazy for for the 3 or 4 weeks they do put out. They are a great, meaty bean and the seeds turn lavender when you cook them.

    We have 4 tepees this year and this is our first harvest.

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    Yes. I’m bragging. Whatever.

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