Thursday, February 4, 2016


 Belated Birthday Greeting 
From my dear Massachusetts Friends
Gerhard Gluck has a wicked sense of humor and I'm a fan.
He was born on July 13, 1944 in Bad Vilbel. He grew up in Frankfurt where he went to school, and struck sucess early with his artistic talent. For the study of art education and graphic design he moved to Kassel, the city where he still lives and where he worked as an art teacher and from 1976 to 2003.  Since the 1990s Berlin Eulenspiegel regularly published him. He also illustrated editions of great poets such as Christian Morgenstern, Ringelnatz and Kurt Tucholsky, and published a whole series of his own books.  Here's some more images.  Sorry I couldn't find these in English, but the images are enough in most cases.

Part 1

Part 2
I stumbled across my first cards by Gluck when the neighborhoods much loved old stationary store was forced to sell out and close down (more real-estate villainy) several years ago.  They were all on cheap sale and some other artists Like Michael Sowa too.  I bought lots and have slowly been giving them away to friends via the mail.  I have only ten left.  My search of google didn't get me to his studio though I know he's still alive, but there are English versions available in this country  if you have the patience to search-start here

Good Luck
Get back to me if you find them please

Tuesday, February 2, 2016


 These Gifts 
(sent to me by Cynthia Craig with love) 
Are proving invaluable to my well being and happiness.

The Herbalist 
Lani Courtney is the founder of Taking Root.
"In 2002, I attended college to pursue a science heavy pre-med course, and graduated with a Bachelors of Science in Biology and dual minors in Chemistry and Art.   However, following my undergraduate I found myself less inclined towards continuing education in hospitals, and more drawn to collecting plants in the woods.  I was enthralled by the pharmacology of whole plants and their connection with our physiology."  "Eager to expand my knowledge, I attended a 3 year clinical herbalism program at the Vermont Center for Integrative Herbalism (VCIH). Here I had the chance to learn about herbal medicine from both traditional experience backed with current scientific research, as well as through work with my own clients under the supervision of registered herbalist in an integrated community clinic."
 Taking Root was Born 
All ingredients are organically grown and ethically wild harvested from either my own garden or reputable companies known for their high medicinal quality.

See for yourself

Monday, February 1, 2016


When the Dalai Llama went to Ireland
He visited Brigids well
The Feast Day of Brigid is February 1st, midway through Winter, and meant to give us hope, to remind us that spring is on its way. Imbolc is mentioned in some of the earliest Irish literature and there is evidence it has been an important date since ancient times. Originally a pagan festival associated with the goddess Brigid that was Christianized as the festival of Saint Brigid.
Both are still Celebrated. These are calendar festivals.

 As the 'Fire of the Hearth' she was the goddess of fertility, family, childbirth and healing.  As the '"Fire of the Forge' she was like Athena, a patroness of crafts, especially weaving, embroidery, and metal-smithing.  As the 'Fire of Inspiration' she was the muse of poetry, song, history and the protector of cultural learning.

 Druid Mythology 
"The infant goddess was fed with milk of a sacred cow from the Other world. She owned an apple orchard in the Other world, and her bees would bring their magical nectar back to earth."  I like this image very much.  "Born at the exact moment of daybreak, Brigid rose into the sky with the sun, rays of fire beaming from her head. She was the daughter of Dagda, the great 'father-god' of Ireland."  Sound familiar?
Blessed Be Thee and Thine

Source Site

Visit Woman With Wings for  another beautiful Brigid post
and some good advice as well

Sunday, January 31, 2016


"Myself Is the Name"
by M. Slater

I'm not an Aardvark, nor am I extinct,
despite what ignorant humans think.

The Afrikaners tagged me with the handle:
means earth-pig. Oh, damn what scandal!

I know myself to be animal, not vegetable,
an omnivorous being, and supremely able.

My family's been here since the Eocene,
that's fifty-million years on Earth's scene.

I flourished onward from the Pleistocene
as a primary nocturnal, I'm seldom seen.

But I don't see well, so navigate by smell.
Where food is concerned I'll give 'em hell.

I've had many homes, move when needed,
leaving burrows to other creatures deeded

My offspring are many, and widespread,
Though, some earlier relatives are dead.

I keep my babies close for mostly two years,
I love them, teach well till they have no fears.

Fearlessness and diligence are highly prized
by us, and also smart humans with wise eyes.

Remember my name and that I can't be tame
"Myself" is the name and survival's my game.

Friday, January 29, 2016


(Greek: εὐδαιμονία)
Commonly translated as happiness or welfare; however, "human flourishing" has been proposed as a more accurate translation.

(by Sharon Salzberg)

At Tibet House

Conscious Yoga
(the sky mid-morning)
Yoga for Mental Wellness
Twice weekly in the morning
this wonderful way of practicing.


New York Zen Center for Contemplative Care
I have, along with many others, entered the 'Commit to Sit' initiative for ninety days beginning January 14th-ending April 4th. Each day prompts are sent from "The Whole Hearted Way" by Eihei Dogen, translated by Kosho Uchiyama Roshi, and we sit wherever we happen to be, knowing the entire community is with us wherever they are.

(A surprise birthday gift from Cynthia Craig)
We meet at 'Windthread', Grace Forest's blog.  These Medicines are fine organic herbal products sent by one who is concerned with the well being of others.



Sunday, January 24, 2016


Bright, Bright, Blue Sky Day Dawns
We were fortunate--electric and heat and hot water held throughout.  Still, I'm dog tired.
I was up and down many times last night, but the Internets various entertainment; flinging windows open and closed, picture taking, video making, processing and posting, reading blogs and communicating on face book and through e-mails kept me busy through the stormy night in between three hour bouts of of sleeping. Postings from all over of snow pictures were gorgeous.  Every time I looked out the front window there was someone shoveling.  Cops were at it in shifts trying to keep emergency vehicles operational, and at 1:30AM the heavy noise of snow blowers commenced.
I went out this afternoon with thoughts of a brisk walk, a park visit, but at almost every corner I was met with mounds of snow,
  and puddles too deep for my old boots.
I only walked, and with great care, wherever there was possibility or a helping hand: downtown about seven blocks, Westward four, uptown seven again, and back East.
I need to budget boots into next Month.  I'll be going to Massachusetts in the last week and will hold off till then unless I see a great bargain.  There are great bargains up New England way and a friend with a car amenable to a short trip.
Now supper:
(Boca burger and Spinach wilted with garlic)
A blast from the past is returning tonight for six more episodes. The program originally aired from September 10, 1993, to May 19, 2002.  I, along with others here were addicted to it.  Initially considered a cult show, it turned into a pop culture touchstone that tapped into public mistrust of governments and large institutions and embraced conspiracy theories and spirituality. 

Curious? Read On


Saturday, January 23, 2016


10:00 AM
Out the front window looking down
Our hard-working Super in red gloves who's been shoveling non stop since 8AM
 Looking up
 Looking down again
Dog and walker
 Looking out the back alley window
 Through the little window in my living room
Snow is general over the East coast and the wind is high.
Spent time over on Face book viewing friends pictures from New Jersey, Riverdale, Upstate New York and Long Island, also checked the Massachusetts paper I get and saw a dozen shots of the region buried in snow. I planned to go out and get a late afternoon shot around Gramercy Park, but found I could not bring myself to suit up.  Meanwhile I watched Dame Maggie Smith in a 1972 production of "The Millionairess" by G.B.Shaw
11 parts in automatic succession