you no longer bloom in the same way. yet, you have beauty – uniquely yours. you are the home to several spiders and insects which have made their silken webs inside you. The bright bumble bee i had seen before buzzed by, wondering if you might be a place of safe respite.
from the top, i see that squirrels or chipmunks have used what’s left of your razed trunk as a comfortable dining area – nut shells adorn the crevices of your wood. even in decay, i embrace you. you are riddled with gaps in your structure, wide spaces where part of who you are has been taken from you, or destroyed, sometimes by others, sometimes just because of the process of time, of aging, of Nature…
i wish i could be strong, like you and stand, despite the loss. you have clearly been cut, by man – shaved almost cleanly to make room for “something else”. yet nothing else has replaced you. you are unique. still you stand. while all is blooming around you, you are not left alone. you are not forgotten in the multiple layers of the multiple universes surrounding us. i am here, with you.
While expectations in education run sometimes unscrupulously surreal, loaded with verbiage produced by crafty corporate media departments, just getting one retiscent kid to stand up and participate can be a feat of triumph.
Perched regally on a neighbor’s rooftop, a heron’s wisdom brings messages of self-reliance, boundaries, exploration, self-esteem, balancing multiple tasks, dignity. Its appearance coincides with a surgical recovery, giving me another perspective of managing in life’s challenges.
Thin linguine with a light garlic-wine sauce and two rock lobster tails.
Simple, little but very good.
Enjoyed with two people who mean the world to me creating a memorable birthday event.
Gratitude and blessings!
The assignment was focus on a family tradition connected with the holidays, with something that your mother or grandmother or family member brings to the table to share during celebrations. From all ethnicities, from our past come offerings of goodness with genuine ingredients from which sweet and savory memories are made. In evoking greats like Proust, an attempt was made to connect something from heritage to the smiles, peace and goodness that are produced around human relationships. Bring that tradition in the form of a recipe with your investigative story to class and share. The results were amazing stories of grandmothers, European and Latin traditions, the present gift of memory-making shared in the experiences of real day-dreaming with classmates and treats. The lesson was deliciously profound with students bringing away much more than just satisfied tastebuds on a Friday in December!
From Woodstock to Wall Street, what would it take for all those who “have” to take a moment and share their blessings with those who struggle? It can and does happen every day. “Look up to the sky and “see”…”choose to see, choose to share, choose to give and find how life is transformed.
Steel scaffolding at St. Patrick’s Cathedral in NYC impedes the normal Christmas traffic on a Friday afternoon. There are still the homeless in the pews, there are still the mink-coated elderly women with blue-white, tight-curled hair holding long matches from bony fingers to light their candle of solitude and tourists from Kansas whose heads are turned upward in awe at the dazzling stained-glass rosette windows. This nativity scene is also a work in progress, nestled precariously amid the steel tubing and snow-white, wax candles, burning so many wishes and blessings of a spirit that seems all but lost in America. With the polarization taking place in our world today, with the fresh spirit of Francis I curtailing the over-emphasis of pomp and circumstance, there is a need to refresh, renew and revise the meaning of Christmas. Renovations are merely the beginning.