Thursday, February 14, 2019


(button from the Seneca Peace Camp)
If 'love is a dog from hell', send in armies of conquering angels with fertile imaginations and let them wield their powerful wings to raise a hell of a lot of heaven
right here on earth.

(Painting by Patricia Wallace Jones)
I get happy-weepy when I love what's happening at that deep level where hope lives embedded in vulnerability. The child I was is still alive in the old gal I am and
I care about her.

(Thrift shop sneakers)
Because it's a noun, love, in order to be useful, needs participation. Then, it's a verb indicating action that can be transmitted, given away unconditionally, always.

Tuesday, February 5, 2019


Maybe because I was a world-war two baby, thoroughly programmed in "Waste-not-Want-not" and 
"Don't forget the starving children."

Maybe because I just skim the plus side of poverty every month and cross over into the minus ledger fairly regularly.

 I'm Thrifty

I've mastered the art of leftovers, 
able to turn anything in the larder into tasty nourishment.

Stuffing Casserole
Follow simple directions to mix with broth, spices and butter, add cubes of pre-cooked leftover meats if you have any and bake at 350 degrees for forty minutes. Serve with a variety of steamed greens.  

Spinach Souffle
two eggs, three tablespoons fine breadcrumbs, butter, one cup steamed spinach, squeezed dry, nutmeg and salt. Bake thirty minutes in preheated 350 degree oven. If you desire prettier. Melt some cheddar on top or just add a scoop of whipped mustard/mayo before serving. A few sprigs of parsley and you can call it cuisine.

Celeriac Soup
(recipes in link below)
Warning: you will need a really good knife. 


I almost always have what I need on hand.
When I don't, generous friends have stepped in to offer aid leaving me in a perpetual state of amazed gratitude.

I'm Rich
Perhaps an illusion, but what isn't?  Everything dissolves into molecules and air eventually. Meanwhile, friends, food, fun, grief, rage, pain, pleasure and god-almighty chance rules.

I discover again and again that my default setting is doom.
 Patience is my practice, kindness my goal.

I'm Fortunate
Wise beings were there throughout, tripping me like stones in the road, reminding me that there's more to life than meets the eye, more subtle senses than the basic six.
Most things I might desire, I can do without.
I shop in my closet. It's a museum store with
decades of fashions for all seasons and moods on permanent display and the price is always right.

Thursday, January 31, 2019


 January Twenty Eighth
The frigid has not yet arrived, but it will be here later today.  I'm well stocked and plan to be inside till the storm passes.
What It Is

January Twenty Ninth
All day in bed and Unwell
No Temperature
No Energy
Made Soup
Organic carrots and Leaks
Thyme, Cumin, Salt, Herbs of Provence

 January Thirtieth
Trader Joe Blondie Bar
So easy, add one stick of butter and an egg (I use 2)
350 degree oven for 31-4 minutes
Three for our valiant super, three for me and
a box to share with my group

Homeopathic Medicine
All three at 6 hour intervals and I'm much improved
(see link)


January Thirty First
Shivering Shot
Leaning out the front window three flights up 

Here Comes February
Sobering Throwback

 Saturday February 2 is Groundhog Day, so look for your shadow and Sunday the 3rd the Sun Returns with temperatures in the forties.


Sam was lyin' in the jungle Agent orange spread against the sky like marmalade Hendrix played on some foreign jukebox They were praying to be saved Those gooks were fierce and fearless That's the price you pay when you invade Xmas in february Sam lost his arm in some border town His fingers are mixed with someone's crop If he didn't have that opium to smoke The pain would never ever stop Half his friends are stuffed into black body bags With their names printed at the top Xmas in february Sammy was a short order cook In a short order black and blue collar town Everybody worked the steel mill But the steel mill got closed down He thought if he joined the army He'd have a future that was sound Like no xmas in february Sam's staring at the vietnam wall It's been a while now that he's home His wife and kid have left, he's unemployed He's a reminder of the war that wasn't won He's the guy on the street with the sign that reads "please help send this vet home" but he is home And there's no xmas in february No matter how much he saves- 

Monday, January 28, 2019


"Homage to the Land of Many Passes"
Photographs by Jaroslav Poncar
January 25th-February 27th
Born in Prague in 1945, Jaroslav Poncar lives in Cologne, where he was a professor in the Department of Imaging Sciences at the University of the Applied Sciences until his retirement in 2010. His photography travels have taken him to the Himalayas and Tibet, Central Asia, India, and Cambodia, and he was among the first Westerners permitted to travel to Ladakh after it was unexpectedly opened to foreign visitors in 1974. The present retrospective spans more than three decades, documenting the stunning beauty of Ladakh’s landscape, as well as its continued commitment to preserving its Buddhist culture .

Free but donations are welcome 

Tibet House Gallery
22 West 15th Street


  Ladakh is a region in the Indian state of Jammu and Kashmir that currently extends from the Siachen Glacier in the Karakoram range to the main Great Himalayas to the south, inhabited by people of Indo-Aryan and Tibetan descent. Located in the western Himalayan disputed region of Jammu and Kashmir in far northern India. Ladakh is bordered by Tibet to the east, Pakistan to the west, Xinjiang, China to the north and Himachal Pradesh to the south. Ladakh often referred to as “Little Tibet” is a stunning area with a very unique and preserved culture. It is one of my favorite regions of the Himalaya. It is filled with amazing Himalaya mountain views, stunning alpine lakes, amazing treks and some of the friendliest people I have ever met! Not many travelers make it to this remote area.

(extra source)
from "The Land Of Snows"

Murals of Tibet
998 Signed copies-limited edition

A favorite painting in the permanent collection

sort-of Selfie #1

sort-of Selfie #2


Friday, January 25, 2019


Stacks of paper...that's what I've been going through this past week (for the umpteenth time). The ongoing effort seems endless and is, but lost gems do resurface.
A Message from the Dalai Llama
(not dated)
1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
2. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
3. Follow three Rs: Respect for self, Respect for others and Responsibility for all your actions.
4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
6. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
7. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
8. Spend some time alone every day.
9. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.
10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
11. Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time.
12. Make a loving atmosphere in your home the foundation for life.
13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don't bring up the past.
14. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.
15. Be gentle with the earth.
16. Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.
17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.
19. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.
I also know that dreams really do come true and you have my best wishes and my best efforts in those.

I remember having strong reactions way back whenever this was first received and similar ones this time around; judgments on how far I fall short and how unlikely any more improvement might be considering my age, habits and general disposition. What I've learned from all my practices over the years however, is how to soften, how to consciously exercise that 'let go' muscle, how to forgive, how to go on as sincerely and truthfully as possible knowing change is inevitable.
(At my Zendo)
Where there's breath,
there's hope.

Wednesday, January 23, 2019


"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride"
(proverb and nursery rhyme, first recorded about 1628 in a collection of Scottish proverbs)

What might I wish for?
Perhaps a clean oven, or a sudden reversal of all dirty politics and politicians, plus a complete, contrite and unconditional withdrawal of all negative forces within human control on the planet.
(Andrew Jackson)

How about the return of Wonder?
(The Waning Wolf Moon)

Peace of mind?
(Illuminated Street Sign)

(Gift from Theresa LoSchiavo)
("Silent Solstice" Greeting from Pat Jones)

I've been not-well. Still in recovery from that bout of flu and troubled over this criminal Government Shut-Down which plans to cancel my Senior Food Stipend of monthly Fifty Two bucks come March, but whose effects are crippling all systems and actually starving some people already, causing them to lose homes and more.It's a Filthy tactic to hold an entire Country hostage just to get your way. The Country is divided on every issue. It's Global. Divisions everywhere, shifting sands and melting glaciers and we haven't even crossed into February!
(Illuminated Street Sign)
Today, looking closely at the Twenty Dollar bill, I noticed how incredibly sad Jackson looks. It's all in the left eye. Suddenly curious I read several sites. Some emphasized that he was an orphan, others that he didn't really know where he was born. An other sites reprinted an article on how Trump and Jackson were,and were not similar. I was curious about his childhood exclusively really. We arrive genetically predisposed, then culture crafts us to it's purpose and History happens.

Tempted to make mention of sadness at the lack of comments,
but this instead:

I think about the life I live
A figure made of clay
And think about the things I lost
The things I gave away

And when I'm in a certain mood
I search the house and look
One night I found these magic words
In a magic book

Throw it away
Throw it away
Give your love, live your life
Each and every day

And keep your hand wide open
Let the sun shine through
'Cause you can never lose a thing
If it belongs to you

There's a hand to rock the cradle
And a hand to help us stand
With a gentle kind of motion
As it moves across the land

And the hand's unclenched and open
Gifts of life and love it brings
So keep your hand wide open
If you're needing anything



Monday, January 21, 2019


2 a.m Monday January 21st 2019
I've been leaning out my third floor South facing front window on and off since 9:50 trying to get peeks at it while well-swathed against this frigid, clear night.
This is the last I'll see in my life and it's wonderful.
What a gift
 "Several cultures have myths related to lunar eclipses or allude to the lunar eclipse as being a good or bad omen. The Egyptians saw the eclipse as a sow swallowing the moon for a short time; other cultures view the eclipse as the Moon being swallowed by other animals, such as a jaguar in Mayan tradition, or a three legged toad in China. Some societies thought it was a demon swallowing the Moon, and that they could chase it away by throwing stones and curses at it. The Greeks were ahead of their time when they said the Earth was round and used the shadow from the lunar eclipse as evidence. Some Hindus believe in the importance of bathing in the Ganges River following an eclipse because it will help to achieve salvation. Similarly to the Mayans, the Incans believed that lunar eclipses occurred when a jaguar would eat the Moon, which is why a blood moon looks red. The Incans also believed that once the jaguar finished eating the Moon, it could come down and devour all the animals on Earth, so they would take spears and shout at the Moon to keep it away. The ancient Mesopotamians believed that a lunar eclipse was when the Moon was being attacked by seven demons. This attack was more than just one on the Moon, however, for the Mesopotamians linked what happened in the sky with what happened on the land, and because the king of Mesopotamia represented the land, the seven demons were thought to be also attacking the king. In order to prevent this attack on the king, the Mesopotamians made someone pretend to be the king so they would be attacked instead of the true king. After the lunar eclipse was over, the substitute king was made to disappear (possibly by poisoning). In some Chinese cultures, people would ring bells to prevent a dragon or other wild animals from biting the Moon.In the nineteenth century, during a lunar eclipse, the Chinese navy fired its artillery because of this belief.  During the Zhou Dynasty in the Book of Songs, the sight of a red Moon engulfed in darkness was believed to foreshadow famine or disease."

The whole event was live here if you wish to indulge