Friday, November 21, 2014

OLD PHOTOGRAPHS


I've been going through them looking for some to post for 'Throw-Back Thursdays" on face book.  Here's my first 'boyfriend' in Yonkers early in the forties!
Gosh how I loved my 'Nana' Slater
and Aunt Pauline
and Nana's 'Cabin' in the Catskill mountains
where I spent many joyful Summer weeks
 
 and I loved the neighbor girls pony
and my cousin 'Frannie' Weckerle
 whom I idolized
 
Stars of my childhood are long gone
Looking at them now,
I feel that feeling of being loved
 
Teenage years were fraught with angst,
but I was loved then too.
Now I can love the girl I was.  I understand her.
I've accepted and forgiven her ignorance.
Understanding will do that.
It just takes time.

Maybe more of this in another post.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

STARTING HERE


You Reading This, Be Ready
by William Stafford


Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened
sound from outside fills the air?


Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
than the breathing respect that you carry
wherever you go right now? Are you waiting
for time to show you some better thoughts?


When you turn around, starting here, lift this
new glimpse that you found; carry into evening
all that you want from this day. This interval you spent
reading or hearing this, keep it for life.


What can anyone give you greater than now,
starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?

~*~
 
Boundless Way

~*~
In Memoriam

We honor the life and passing of beloved community member Judith Kalina. Judith died peacefully at home. We will miss her soft gaze and warm heart.
- See more at: http://zencare.org/nl2/2014-11.html#sthash.sXx6gohi.dpuf

In Memoriam
"We honor the life and passing of beloved community member Judith Kalina.
Judith died peacefully at home.  We will miss her soft gaze and warm heart."

~*~

In Memoriam

We honor the life and passing of beloved community member Judith Kalina. Judith died peacefully at home. We will miss her soft gaze and warm heart.
- See more at: http://zencare.org/nl2/2014-11.html#sthash.sXx6gohi.dpuf

Saturday, November 15, 2014

THREE ARTIST EVENTS and A SOLITARY STROLL


RUBIN MUSEUM of ART
*
INDUCTION CEREMONY
Beautiful Embroidery
Worn by the red headed woman
Far right upper tier
National Association of Women Artists
www.thenawa.org
(Unable to photograph the projected works)
~*~


VERIDIAN GALLERY
www.veridianartists.com
*
45 YEARS
"Amerigo or Still Life with Doll and Hopper Horns"
Oil on Canvas by Rick Mullen
Rick Mullin with Flash Light of Artists Talk On Art
Vernita Nemac
Veridian Gallery Director and co-Founder
"Air Kiss"
Painted steel wire by Ronald Moore
"With Head Held High", "Bright Bright Sun Shiny Day", "Going Forward",
and "None Of The Above",  4 hand-cut printed papers by Mary Wells
"Howl"-Oil on Canvas by Diane Soorikian
"Beach Baby"-Clay, Fabric, Metal and Wood by Elizabeth Featherstone Hoff
"Winter Landscape"-Acrylic and Enamel on Canvas by John Remsen
~*~


TIBET HOUSE GALLERY
www.tibethouse.us
*
VAGABOND
"Namtso In Early Spring"
"Moment of Emptiness"
"Dawoe"
"Eclipse"
Chungpo Tsering, Artist
Catalog Pages
 All Paintings are Acrylic on Canvas
 ~*~


THE HIGH LINE
*
A SOLITARY STROLL
After Dark
 The High Line is a 1.45-mile-long New York City linear park built on a section of a disused New York Central Railroad spur called the West Side Line.
~*~

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Sir BRUNO of WESSIE


"Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell."
-Emily Dickinson-
~*~
Life's a game.
I play it close to the bone.
~*~
 “A dog can’t think that much about what he’s doing, he just does what feels right.”
-Barbara Kingsolver-

~*~
 What I like are quiet afternoons.  Folks assume I'm only idling, but I'm thinking.  I've been studying English by listening.  I'm working up a comic routine I hope to have ready for Thanksgiving.
There goes one of our cats--I have to keep things in order here.  It's one of my jobs.  I'm a conscientious worker, and quite intelligent, so I also take time to teach my people tricks.
 One of our practice sessions...
 I take them for lots of walks too--sometimes up the road to the top of the hill, and sometimes around the other way to hang out with my girlfriend--a goofy girl but game to tumble, run and romp.
Sometimes we follow the old path into the woods.
 Or, we just go out back and mess around.
I hunt for sticks and cats.
Home is where my heart is.
 ~*~

"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend.
Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.”
(he meant women too but forgot)
-Grouco Marx-

~*~
Post Script
"Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful."
(even if you are)
-Ann Landers-
~*~ 


Monday, November 10, 2014

SOUP RECIPE


Ingredients
(All Organic If Possible)
 4 Tablespoons good Butter
1 Leek or medium Onion
1 Clove Garlic
1 small Carrot
1 Pound Mushrooms
3 Tablespoons flour
1/2 Teaspoon Salt and Pepper
1/4 Teaspoon fresh Thyme
1 Quart Vegetable or Chicken Broth
 1 and 1/2 cups Yogurt (drained)
2 Tablespoons Parsley (for garnish)
  ~*~

My Adaptation
First I soaked Shitake mushroom stems I had dried and saved in order to soften them, then simmered in water for an hour, strained and used the broth for my soup base.
~*~ 

Mushroom Hummus Spread
Saved Shitake-stem-mush added to hummus
~*~

My Soup 
(this time)
(Today I'll buy Parsley)
~*~

The recipe is from my Massachusetts friend who is fortunate to have cultivated wild mushrooms she harvests in the Fall.
The taste is deep and fine.  She triples the recipe and freezes portions for Winter use.
 ~*~

Saturday, November 8, 2014

IN NOVEMBER


In November
by Lisel Mueller
 
Outside the house the wind is howling
and the trees are creaking horribly.

This is an old story
with its old beginning,
as I lay me down to sleep.

But when I wake up, sunlight
has taken over the room.

You have already made the coffee
and the radio brings us music
from a confident age. In the paper
bad news is set in distant places.

Whatever was bound to happen
in my story did not happen.

But I know there are rules that cannot be broken.
Perhaps a name was changed.

A small mistake. Perhaps
a woman I do not know
is facing the day with the heavy heart
that, by all rights, should have been mine.
~*~