Thursday, July 24, 2014


"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil."
Three Dozen Nouns, Three Songs and A Verb







Campaign for Human Rights

Apology to the rest of the wide world for exclusions
simply due to space and time, neither reason nor rhyme.
This post was originally constructed but not posted two years ago, so omission of  Israel, Nigeria, Ukraine, Libya and others more current is noted.

The first song was originally inspired by a police brutality incident and came out in the last years of the Vietnam war-The second dates back to Stephen Foster,
and the last has become a universal peace anthem. 


Sunday, July 20, 2014


Tell-Tale Stain on a favorite table cloth after several attempts at removal--remnant of x-trusted neighbors gross misuse of the apartment, and a thorn in my side.
Felt really good ripping it all apart.
I played around with 'weave' for a while. 
It's just TOO red and white!
Stowed it away, and pulled out some other cloth bits.
Reviewed these past dye results.
Black oak on tea stained cotton sheeting.
On to the long neglected dye pot.
Tea bags and old gunk...
All the dye on hand, some beet juice, berry juice with mold, weak oak leftovers, and a bit of cumin.  I plan to mix it all together, brew and strain.
Then, bundle the red and white cloths,
and let them stew.

Meanwhile, on the heels of another sleepless night...
...I've finally figured out the issues I've been worrying.
So, okay.  No wonder I'm sleeping through days avoiding depression, tossing and turning through nights.  Returning to cloth work was medicinal, and I had a good weep over the touching moments in tonights broadcast of "Last Tango in Halifax". I feel better.

I wonder if it's too late to learn guitar,
become a busker in City parks week ends?
Dixie Michelle makes her own guitars too!

No matter what the content of  the moment, this too will pass.

Saturday, July 19, 2014


Another semi-sleepless Night.
(Poor Teddy)
Sign of the Times In The Street
"A growing nation of genetically evolved apes led by Caesar is threatened by a band of human survivors of the devastating virus unleashed a decade earlier. They reach a fragile peace, but it proves short-lived, as both sides are brought to the brink of a war that will determine who will emerge as Earth's dominant species."

Escape to a free Movie at Home:
"Once Upon A Time"
Heartwarming fantasy staring Cary Grant, a failed Broadway Producer who, upon learning of the existence of a dancing caterpillar owned by youngster Ted Donaldson, acquires the miraculous insect in order to exploit its commercial worth. When Disney offers him $100,000 for it, he knows he's onto something."
There's transformation for all the characters, including the caterpillar, and of course, a deliciously inevitable happy ending.

Yes, another difficult night, no dreams,
just unable to sleep more than an hour or two at a clip.
Moody, warm Weather over the Farm Market
Oh, delicious Goat Cheese from Stuyvesant, N.Y.  Since it was the end of the day, they kindly sold me a $10 container for just $5 because it was all I could afford to pay.
 The scent of Zinnia is so fresh
 Father and son Gorzyski have been trucking "better'-than-Organic vegetables here for years and years.
I got Onions, beets, zucchini and Sorrel.
From Trembley Apiares  out of  Van-Etten NY
(Pure Bee Pollen creamed with Honey)
This Long Island seller had every plant left on the table for a dollar.  He and his family are headed for Europe.  I got sage and thyme!
a lovely white Begonia-but for the color, so like the one I did this old water color of when I was studying at the Bronx Botanical Garden.
on the way home:
 Joy! Every time this little Cairn Terrier sees me, she dances, and makes my day.  Her owner is a regular neighborhood fellow and  he enjoys our interaction.  I'm just back from the farm market at 14th Street, and it turns out Marley loves Thyme and goat cheese, but NOT Sorrel.

Now there's a Casserole in the Oven, and Honey in my heart.
Very Nice

My mind can spawn disorder
before the dog can wag its tail twice.
My heart can shatter into bits
before the knife has made a single slice.
 Before the wag, before the slice,
these peaceful moments are very nice.

Thursday, July 17, 2014


Spent two hours with my regular writing group.  The first 'prompt', apropos of the weather, from Shel Silverstein
 We wrote for twenty minutes.  I set myself the task of turning the prompt into a transition to what I really wanted to write about.  The second 'prompt' was a Faulkner quote "Perhaps they were right, putting love into books.  Perhaps it could never live anywhere else."  I wrote a biting end-of-relationship scene for that one.  I won't be showing them here because they're both too raw.  We read aloud to each other, but I need to take them further than that rough start before sharing them in print.  The point of the work using the Amherst Method is to keep ideas flowing.

7-9:30 PM
Chanted the Hanuman Chalisa with Shyama Chapin, Joelle (pictured) and others at Broome Street Temple
A forty verse prayer written by Shree Goswami Tulsidas in the sixteenth century to honor Hanuman for his total devotion to Lord Rama. Animated, taken from the book 'The Hanuman Chalisa' by B. G. Sharma (an amazing and gifted illustrator). Music graciously provided by Krishna Das. Video by anjani lynn white.

Late night is early morning in France  This beautiful song is the tag line to one of my favorite blogs
Bob and Sophie's French Adventure

6-7:30 PM
New York Zen Center for Contemplative Care

Night Falls
One  of those toss and and turn, flipping flopping nights

Sleep deprived, or not, the day was lovely
To the National Arts for a my friend Lorelies Art reception, only to be informed that the club is closed for the rest of the Summer !  Hmmmmmmm.... ?
Sweet scented blooms on my way home..
 ..took the sting out of disappointment
It turned out that somewhere between her very clear email  announcement, and my writing it down on my calendar, my brain reverted to the last show at the Arts club...the reception was at
National Association of Women Artists, Inc.
80 Fifth Avenue, Suite 1405, New York, NY 10011
 The show is up through this month so I can visit another time
It is not profitable to spend time on such questions as whether there was ever a beginning to the succession of universes that have been arising and reaching their end for innumerable aeons, or why sentient beings must revolve endlessly from life to life in this sad realm of samsara. What is needed is to direct one’s attention to the present, thinking: “This is how things are; what is to be done about them?”
—Bodhisattva of Compassion: The Mystical Tradition of Kuan Yin by John Blofeld
Here comes Friday

Saturday, July 12, 2014


The Museum of Natural History 
Inside, a dinosaur stretches upward toward the lights
At the Rose center, in the Hall of the Universe
We learn that star clusters sometimes collide
(meet my friend 'Archangel') 
Travel along the cosmic timeline as we wind our way along the circular path down down through time
The light of stars takes billions of years to reach us, and when it does, we are seeing into our past
The mystery remains unknown:
Human existence equals a single hair

Thirteen billion years since the 'Big Bang'
Tides come and go
Our earth contains minerals
Strata of materials tell time
and show processes that transform elements from one form to another
Wood to stone
Solidified carbon
Liquid fire
like this garnet peppered stone
and this
and this
Obsidian on the upper left
At the center of the hall we sit in a sunken circle on slate shelves looking up to watch  earth form and withdraw in an endless loop
Emerging, we wandered outside
under shedding plane trees
where a few sunflower seeds on this bright day are enough to draw a willing flock of rock doves
~The End For Now~

We spent three hours and only made it to the Hall of the Universe, and the Hall of  Earth.  Mind you, our visit was not thorough.  There is so much to see and learn amidst the many interactive displays just in these two halls.  We never made it to the Hall of Biodiversity, and my cameras memory card was full within the first two hours because I forgot to empty it before leaving home.  I took no notes.

Have a look around for yourself: