Sunday, December 4, 2016


The log was down to timid embers before she locked her last stitch, put the knitting back in its basket, and climbed slowly up the ladder to her sleeping loft, every muscle straining. Rebecka no longer worried about her little pains, which she deemed quite natural for her age. She was a pragmatic woman. That quality had grown through decades of practical experience and a hard won habit of quiet contemplation. No one who had known her as a highly excitable and dramatic girl would even recognize her now in her seventies. A patch of full-moon light illuminated 'Sweet', her ancient calico companion nestled deep into the generous folds of down comforter, where she had been since after supper as usual. The beloved feline hardly stirred as Rebecka crawled under the warm bedclothes and fit her body iike a dying swan around that furry vibrating form. They merged, concentric circles curling in towards their centers, one within the other as the winter night curled around the little cottage, and the stars curled round the planets streaming along on the Milky Way, curling ever inwards toward the center of vast space curling round the galaxy, and it curling and swirling outward toward other galaxies, also curling, swirling and streaming in repetition upon repetition; circles upon circles of fluid boundaries curling, opening out into the unthinkable - forever.

Saturday, December 3, 2016


(East 23rd Street)
Creative Center for Arts in Health Care
Fabulous drawings, paintings, prints, collages and photographs donated by artists worldwide. All art $20 to benefit our art programs for people with cancer. A wonderful night to celebrate The Creative Center and the spirit of the season! Pot luck and Beverages to share.
Music by Woodrow
Lovely riffs all night...
...and a jam session too.
Reunion with Nancy Beck
(one of my favorite people on the planet)
I was so busy, eating, looking at the wonderful art and schmoozing, I never photographed the art so you'll have to take my word for it that the Center has encouraged a whole lot of talent.
Back in my neighborhood, the church steps are temporary sanctuary for someone tonight, as they always are
Winter Fall Summer and Spring.
A gift in the mail today from another one of my favorite people lifts my spirit. Thank you Nancy Erisman
And so to bed with Teddy nearby keeping watch

 The Creative Center

Thursday, December 1, 2016



At Home when My Mac Laptop Dies
 (On the way to the Kitchen)
Caricature by Fred
World Buddhism Course on Cassette

(Headed downtown with Laptop)
Art-Modern tower on the SE corner of 2nd Avenue at East 13th Street-Verizon switching center, formerly AT&T
 Also serving as homeless shelter for an old man and a young inter-racial couple with their little dog
Across the Street
Who was he and why was a building named for him?
(Google doesn't know)
 Looking South on First Avenue to 10th Street
(Close up)
Dead Computer left with Rossmann Repair Group

Return to Rossmann
Replacement Given
On line again with a larger screen!
(special thanks to Jude Hill)

"We Shall Overcome"
Hand painted sign for an opportunistic homeless shelter at the deserted Rivington House

Chenrezig at the Zendo
(New York Zen Center for Contemplative Care)
Mala bead bracelets Offered
Back where I started

(by Rima Stains)

(original Flyer-I have six. If you want one email me)

For Feminists who Remember and Curious Others
Robin Morgan is On Facebook


Rossmann Repair Group

Rivington House

New York Zen Center for Contemplative Care


Equal Rights Amendment

Monday, November 28, 2016


Commelina communis
Multi purpose plant for food, medicine, dyes, and more
This shy, persistent beauty is one of my favorites.  Every day a new flower opens, and the color is what I call 'heavenly blue'.  It's the flower of my childhood when we played on the old Croton acqueduct behind the house in Yonkers, New York. The Asiatic dayflower is considered a weed both in areas where it was introduced and in certain parts of its native range. The flowers' interactions with pollinators have been well studied and have helped to support important hypotheses about pollination in the field of plant ecology. Recent research has also revealed that the Asiatic dayflower can bioaccumulate a number of metals, making it a candidate for revegetating and essentially cleaning spoiled copper mines. Several animals and fungi use the plant as a food source, with a few species feeding upon it exclusively.


My computer died Friday and went to hospital Saturday
After an attempt to replace the core, and that only uncovering worse problems, the verdict was it is essentially not fixable BUT through the miracle of coincidence a replacement Mac laptop was found and offered as a kindness. So I'm back on line, and the screen is larger which is a bonus. I lost the ability to download photographs. It's still there I just don't know how to access it. E-mailed a friend who set me up originally and who will visit Today or Tuesday. Meanwhile, this new/old one is the same operating system (expires 2011 warranty just like my old one but good for many years he thinks) and all my data was transferred. I'm set for the time being to continue rowing this boat down our mutual blog stream.
Special thanks to dear Jude hill who made it possible.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016


Still November in New York City

Third Avenue

The Catholic's garden in bloom...
 mighty tidy, and looking good for God...
 sweet Saint at the center.

First Avenue

Store manikin behind bars
(dreaming of dancing)
 Thanksgiving bargain Deli-Style 
(for those who just can't or don't want to cook)
 I Wonder
(Should I send cards?)

(straight from the heart of Australia)
It's the whole album!
Thirty Eight Songs by Rod Morgan
(on 4 discs)
Thirty Eight + Illustrations by Mo Orkiszewski
 The Card
"Thank you for all the light you bring into the world."
(I wept)

Tuesday, November 22, 2016


Once upon a time in Massachusetts
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.


Today in New York City
 Our Superintendent dropped seeds into the Street side Planter in August. I'm Grateful that he has finally been rewarded with one absolutely perfect green gem.
I'm Grateful we have heat this morning, and grateful that this afternoon my Massachusetts friend Jenny, in town for a dance event tonight, was here for several sweet hours...
Grateful that my writing group was full of surprises tonight and Grateful for the dark night downtown when I emerged. A speeding bicyclist became invisible,
and so did I.

Sunday, November 20, 2016


IF only I were not as mortal as I am. If WE were only not their fools and THEY (the famous they) were not so very precisely what they are, IF hyperspace were a skill that could be mastered--flight MIGHT be an option. If only that, THEN relief could follow quick enough. If only, only THESE things were true, TIME would lay down it's arms, clocks stop ticking, beings cease rushing, and grabbing.

The 2016 Lunar Phases Calendar ends when November ends. It was a gift from Peggy dear of Woman with Wings

These little Organic Potatoes will be transformed into finger food treats by being roasted in garlicky butter for a friends Thanksgiving I'll be attending this coming week. I think of Grace Forest, her Thanksgiving preparations for her friend's imminent visit.

I sit staring here at this framed flyer from "Will Beauty Save The World?", a poetry show we did years ago--that deer antler, found on the forest floor during a visit upstate decades ago--the books and cards from friends; think about each of them, picturing them until thinking evaporates into just being.

Returning to nourishment, I process arugula with lemony vinegar until it's green goop, add a dash of stevia, a few pinches of salt, bottle and store it in the fridge to spread on toast in days to come.

Thanksgiving in Massachusetts
 Two years ago.

My all time favorite Thanksgiving desert
New England Indian Pudding

May you be happy