December, Ending – Queen Snows
I was surprised by the disappointment and sense of loss I felt because my plan to have a vegetable plot in a farmer’s nearby field did not come to be. I found I…
The Clarity
December #7 Setting out collard starts in a bed where they may be eaten by ants overnight, I had some insights: One was that some old, unconscious programming is still alive and well…
The Victory Belongs To Love
December #6So what about marriage? It seems to me such a private affair, to which one invites only the public that one loves. I was married once, illegally, as has been well documented.…
Hitting the Mark
December #5 Muntadar al- Zaidi, the Iraqi journalist who tried to hit George Bush with his shoe, has captured the world’s imagination, causing each of us to wonder: if we had the opportunity,…
Seeking Counsel from Diego and Frida
December #4 My friends don’t want me to be stressed out by the violence, caused by drugs, that is occurring in Mexico, and the attempts of the government to expose and bring to…
Giving, As Generously As The Earth
December #3 As the hornmigas appear to be winning this year, I have had to take other measures. Neither Sweet Heart nor I wish to be without our own patch of collards, no…
Facing La Madre
December #2 Facing La Madre, the fountain. Meditation. Sweeping. Making and drinking tea. Speaking Spanish with Manuel, whom I have named, to myself, Wise Heart. Because he is one of the wisest people…
Milagros de la Vida – Turtles
December #1 Today, a few hours before sunset, I went with friends to place sixty-four tiny turtles back into the ocean. They had come ashore months before as embryos in their mothers’ bodies.…
