Published previously in Error Extinct The way I feel these days in Manhattan
Digging Everywhere
No bus on Third Avenue and so I walked all the way to the Great Hall at Cooper Union for a free Debate on the Electoral College.
Weather Mild and lovely spate of weather, but my mind is on Climate Change: Thomas Edison famously told his good friends Henry Ford and Harvey Firestone “We are like tenant farmers chopping down the fence around our house for fuel, when we should be using Nature’s inexhaustible sources of energy—sun, wind, and tide. I hope we don’t have to wait until oil and coal run out before we tackle that.” Greta Thunberg -Her explanation for her raw truth-telling has the trappings
of myth. At the age of 11, she fell into the dark hole of depression.
“I stopped talking and I stopped eating. In two months I lost about 10
kilos of weight.” She was diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome and
selective mutism. “That basically means I only speak when I think it is
necessary,” she says.Now is one of those moments.”- Read the Article https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2019/09/greta-thunbergs-despair-is-entirely-warranted/598492/?utm_source=facebook&utm_campaign=the-atlantic-fb-test-1173-3-&utm_content=edit-promo&utm_medium=social&fbclid=IwAR38_QFQ0h65iGofJ7oOrv20PIQ-LPZRhCIBxqCkkTvpT-PGGZpmxGPvuhk ~*~
6 P.M. SUNDAY June 30th Love... ...it's all around you everywhere
Glorious weather... ...all day long Day is done This year I stayed home. Watched the parade on my TV Last year I was there with friends from the Zendo: (A poem and many photographs) https://mscomfortzone.blogspot.com/2018/06/in-next-galaxy.html ~*~
Friday evening at our Monthly meeting of elders "Wisdom Sangha"
We discussed medical directives and received these: Solitude
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go. They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all. There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life's gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Walking home, I stopped to shoot this abstract close up of the moon near Madison Square. Though it looks full, it won't be until the 17th. the colored globes are lit apartment windows in an adjacent building ~*~ A more glorious day may never be. It's clear at 10:30 a.m. Saturday and the temperature may reach eighty. 11:30 p.m. Planted the three yellow begonia and watered in with liquid seaweed boost. Not very visible. I'll shoot again tomorrow. Hope to add in blue forget-me-not next. ~*~ HAPPY DAY FATHERS https://mscomfortzone.blogspot.com/2017/06/dad.html ~*~
Grateful
for a place to be warm while cooking up what's available in the larder,
with no plans to go out other than down three flights to check mail and
deposit trash. These old familiars have a welcoming touch but no
traction on ice or snow. I've a beautiful new pair of fancy boots with
good traction, but nothing beats the old familiars for comfort. Same is
true of relationships, books, films, music, food and places to be.
~*~ Weather's been a Roller-Coaster Here's a Collection of Views
Snow and Rain
Owl and Shadows Contrail Bleak
Bright and Windy
Mixed Messages
15th 16th Sunup Sundown ~*~ Wisdom Sangha 2nd Friday Monthly (The alter of those who are gone) We gather, meditate and talk about ageing, one at a time, up close and personal Each withan individual relationship tomortality ~*~ Book Launch at Suite February 10th "Veil On Veil Off" by John Marcus Powell (Packed house, Poets and Friends, I took very few Photographs) R.Nemo Hill Thomas Fucaloro
R. Nemo Hill and John Marcus
Winsome Johnson Thomas Fucaloro Rick Mullen
Julio Perea, John Marcus, Adriana Scopino Video by Rick Mullin Part 1 (8Min)
https://youtu.be/HJqKovvm7Gk Okay, So... The weather's been a non stop roller-coaster and the ice storm was treacherous, our Federal Government continues to be under threat of another
shut-down for the sake of the overblown ego requiring a wall, those
stolen border children separated from family are still missing, the polar ice caps are
melting faster, California fires remain a constant concern, most Countries are
trying to find leaders or lose them and anyone who can wield power in order to rule the roost, will. Post Script Yup, the very next day a National Emergency was declared at the end of a series of diversions and evasions by painful Presidential Press conference reporting that: "everything's going very well" Denial I might be overwhelmed, but I refuse to run screaming through the streets, simply settle for being eccentrically unstable, physically fragile, passively grieving and nestledin sporadic semi-denial. ~*~
Everything Changes Now, I'm adding on that my old answering machine, which is tethered to the only telephone I own (a land line), has given up it's ghost, malfunctioned permanently. Alerted to the fact by friends, I dragged out the dusty manual and tried to get my previous settings
programmed back, but nothing worked. I was pricing new ones via google, when a blogger friend who is moving and dumping things, offered to mail me one she is abandoning. Meanwhile, since I can no longer screen calls, I'm asking friends to let it ring six times. If I'm home and conscious, I'll answer. If asleep or out, I turn the ringer off. Post Script Days later, a neighbor phoned and left a message! Apparently some of the reprogramming took, but no date or time can be set. Still, that's progress. Must ask if the number of rings was three. ~*~ Sudden Fever Slight temperature Stayed home Nurtured ~*~ Thursday Surprise
Had a full stay-in-bed day
Long time
Neighbor family left a package on my door with a floating heart balloon
that says "Friends Forever", a very special Chocolate bar, a beautiful
live Red Rose and a card card signed by all three of them!
third day after receipt showing no sign of wilt ~*~ Sunday
"The Divine Feminine" Exhibition of masterworks from Nepal at Tibet House showing works from the Dharmapala Center "Machig Labdron Tree" In Tibetan art female icons are depicted as buddhas, bodhisattvas, historical figures such as lineage founders, Yidams and dharma protectors in peaceful, semi wrathful and rathful forms. ~*~ Heat Loss Woke shivering at 3 a.m-Roused the Superintendent who got
up and reset. It will take another 15 minutes before it can build pressure to push
warmth into the pipes to the 6th floor in three attached buildings. I have my old electric heater on and am dressed
in layers. Will be glad for the relief. Old bones need the warmth. When
it's working well I'll unplug the electric. Temperature in
the twenties but feels colder. 4:30 Aha....just heard clicking. Maybe I can
get some sleep. ~*~
SUPER MOON 4 a.m. (shot through a curtain in text setting)
When the Snow Moon becomes
officially full on Tuesday Feb.19 at 10:53 a.m. EST (1553 GMT), it will be
about six hours past perigee and will be at its closest at 4:07
a.m. EST (0907 GMT). Although it's officially "super"
on the 19th, it will still look pretty full (and super!) to the casual
observer the night before and after.
Sky Watchers in New York
City This Snow Moon will rise on 2.19 at 5:46 p.m. and set the next
morning at 7:35 a.m. local time. To figure out when it will rise
and set from your location go to the site: https://www.space.com/34515-supermoon-guide.html
Lyrics So much going on out there Leaves us hanging in the air And it's all that we can do To face each day and see it through Life's a dance Put on your dancing shoes, take a chance You can't shut your eyes to pain Faces crying in the rain You can't keep it all inside You need some way to let it ride Life's a dance Put on your dancing shoes, take a chance When you're all over When you know you've done all that you can do Put on your dancing shoes It'll see you through Voices shouting in the street Life lived to a ragged beat Someone's world is tumbling down Who's the saint and who's the clown? Life's a dance Put on your dancing shoes, take a chance When you're all over When you know you've done all that you can do Put on your dancing shoes It'll see you through When time is flying When you know there's no end to these modern blues Put on your dancing shoes It'll see you through Life's a dance Put on your dancing shoes, take a chance When you're all over When you know you've done all that you can do Put on your dancing shoes It'll see you through When time is flying When you know there's no end to these modern blues Put on your dancing shoes It'll see you throughKeep on dancing Keep on dancing Keep on dancing
~*~
January Second 5:00
Dharma Visit
Formal Pose
6:00 to 8:00
Zen Meditation
Amaryllis for Compassion
~*~
January Third
Morning Sky
A 'Taking Care of Business' Day Bill paying, Package wrapping, Card completing then A Postal Surprise
Home grown California Persimmons
'Hoshi Gaki'
from Glennis Dolce
"Simply slice and Enjoy"
~*~ January Fourth Here comes the sun
Trips to the post office, bank and Grocery store. Weather remained warm and moist. More rain predicted and a feeling of weariness in my bones, accompanied by a deepening weariness of world woes, despite the great good news of a hundred, diverse in every way, vital women arriving in Washington to join in. My mind got stuck on sadness, on the details of recent terrible events and dangerous divisions world wide. WEARY I find comfort in liberal nap taking. ~*~ January Fifth Rain In bed all day, up and down from waking predawn to sundown. The cumulative tension of 2018, endless solicitations for donations I could not offer during a demanding December, with end of year tasks to complete and many gifts to be delighted by and grateful for, arrival at a 'new' year rang out. Energy lasted a few more days 'till I suddenly found myself requiring the balm of forgetfulness, some sweet oblivion and uncluttered time to exercise that neglected 'let-go' musculature.
6PM Now neighbors are evident and gearing up for Saturday night, each with their own agendas, which will reveal themselves to me through the evening hours and possibly past midnight into Sunday. Meanwhile, three episodes of "Victoria" on Masterpiece Theater are being re-broadcast 'till 10 O'clock. That will serve nicely as my ambient sound tonight. (The Original First Preview)
