Dollar Snow-Cone

The August summer heat would not relent as she defiantly arched her elderly frame to rise from the cracking concrete stoop in this ignored part of the city.

I walked up the block with a crumpled dollar bill for the ice – without the syrup.  Sweat scattered from my hairline.  My face and neck burned scarlet.

The makeshift plastic table was wobbly-arranged for quick sales anticipated from the two buses of people who visited for a mere afternoon, scheduled in to clean up the neighborhood through a service agency.  All in the name of peace and solidarity.

A battered aluminum urn, dented from years of use, held ice that would shave pieces into a forbidden Styrofoam cup – a cheap fix.  A neat row of glass bottles with plastic pumps each waited with their blaring color of sugar syrup attentively for its snow-cone debut – chartreuse mint, tangerine orange, bright violet grape – nothing known to Nature.  My only wish was the frosty shavings to melt my dusty, gritty throat.

She rose from the stoop as I smiled deeply breathing in front of a torn plastic umbrella, offering some shade.  Her cocoa-colored skin clenched hard onto muscles whose strength was all but gone from years of sacrifice.  Her knotted, ebony hands buckled from years of toil…fields, factories, mills?  I couldn’t imagine.  This heat would not stop her today.  Nope.  No way.

“Just ice please.”  I handed her the dollar bill.

She pulled the black plastic lever to shave the ice into slivers of cool relief.   Gently she extended her arm giving me a cup filled with ice shavings and started to count out change – one worn quarter, one dime and three nickels.  Her hand trembled as she counted and then my eyes rested on her wedding ring encircling the on her left hand.

The simple band was of thin gold, but the worn beveled edges reflected the mysteries of a previous life filled with more joy than today brought.   The pattern of the bevel was exactly the same as the wedding ring belonging to my grandfather which I wore in the middle of my right hand.  I had asked for it and wore it every day without fail since his death.   Nonu’s hands were the worker’s hands of a turn-of-the-century Italian immigrant – massive, skilled and unfaltering.  They could crush rock, melt brass or graft five different apples on to one tree for autumn pies Noni would make each year.

I reached for her left hand with my right so she would see my ring as I touched hers.    She slowly lifted her eyes to meet mine.  Her heavy blink under sagging eyelids gave way to a weakened smile as time and space held us united in some unexpected enigma made for this day.

“No change”, I said, “and God bless.”

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Of No Use? Really?

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Today, we had visitors at school. One of the most compassionate and caring groups of people who care for and help others adopt greyhounds. These loving animals are “run” for years for entertainment. (Those of you who know me understand that I have a problem with this concept!) When they are no longer able, they are useless for the entertainment industry that profits from them. The Long Island Greyhound Connection will put you in touch with these docile, gentle creatures who need love, so many of which become therapy companions. Consider ligc.org@gmail.com

lost in the moonlight

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while we are captivated by one event, there are millions of events happening simultaneously.  as one sage told me years ago, if you are dismayed by present events…”wait and in your interim, seek peace.”  change is constant.  your thoughts, your actions, your words and prayers will bend change towards the positive, regardless of that which you encounter in the moment.

Solitary Love

The grass had been replaced by moss which had grown painstakingly around the trees in the shaded grove. My friend, with whom I agreed to take a ride “out East” needed to talk with several of the residents so I took a stroll in the silence while she discussed. Three swans floated on the lake in-between occasional surface plants that broke the ripples of the water. I felt the presence of Nature as She breathed with me in synchronism on Her Path. I walked to the gazebo and the swans glided towards me. Unbelievably, I felt enveloped, cared for and loved in solitude without anyone nearby.

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Ageless connections

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Lunch with a former student who just came back from Greece.  I didn’t vacation this summer, so her stories of sun-drenched beaches, hot white sands and cool Greek personalities, drifting with the politics of the EU tingle my memories of when I lived in a very different Europe.

She offers me a bright red gift bag with a big smile before our sesame bread with tzatziki, Greek salad and Greek pizza in a Mediterranean restaurant whose decor of stucco walls and music of the tzouras and outi help me feel the warmth I miss in this too-harried world.

My afternoon is caressed by her young, energetic smile and kind words of encouragement.  Meal dissipates like dreams into the Long Island humidity as we exit the restaurant and embrace with words of “see-you-soon.”   I open the bag as I wrestle into my sweltering car and find a small bottle of genuine ouzo…the non-imported kind to quench a thirst for culture and a little magnet in the shape of a sailboat to bring my dreams back to me from the Aegean Sea.  Efcharistó!

Urgent Care Sunday afternoon

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Without hope, broken dreams, it ain’t worth livin’, life ripped at the seams.

My paper bag sits with a bottle of cheap wine, no one cares Lord, but I am still Thine.

Sharing the bounty

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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.

The Night of the Mantis

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as summer ends and autumn begins, the prayer of the Night Mantis soars to heaven that it may be heard even amid the destruction.

Rising Star and all-around great kid

Rising Star and all-around great kid

 

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A kid with a soft-spoken voice, who talks about peace and taking care of each other, the environment and the world is almost an aberration in today’s world steeped in attraction for violence.  I have had the pleasure of meeting Jesse Kinch and having him agree to “celebrity judge” our high school’s talent shows gratis for the past five years.  A genuinely-sweet personality, raw musical talent and an inter-generational appeal are all hallmarks of this fine young man.

He will appear again on ABCs Rising Star  – Sunday 13 July and maybe you could watch and understand the depth of this ‘old-soul’ reincarnate in a 20-something powerhouse.  I, for one, love to help “good guys finish first.”

photo is of jesse and manny :  rock and latino celebrity judges for our talent show 2013.

Tiramisú

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means pull me up, which is what this light cake can do for those weighted with too much negativity. The writing – Migliori Amici, Tanti Auguri – serves only to further wish joy and congratulations on retirement from an all-too … Continue reading

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