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Sunday, December 29, 2019

COURSE CORRECTION

Saturday
12.28.2019
Thought I was well but as the day progressed, realized the cold is still there, dry, like a stone lodged in my upper chest. Continued dosing and napping.

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Nourishment

Split Pea Soup
Variation on a Moosewood recipe
In a large covered soup pot on high heat, combine the split peas, water, bay leaves, cumin, onions, garlic.
When the soup begins to boil, stir well, reduce the heat to a simmer, cover, and continue to cook.
Meanwhile, remove the mushrooms from the soaking liquid and discard any hard stems. Slice or chop the softened mushrooms and add them to the soup. Strain the soaking liquid to remove any sediment or dirt and add the clear liquid to the soup pot. After the soup has simmered for about 30 minutes, stir it well. Maintain on low heat with occasional stirring or place the pot on a heat diffuser to prevent sticking and cook for another 20 minutes, until the split peas are very soft and the soup becomes "creamy" when stirred.
Discard the bay leaves. Stir in a full cup of the miso, the salt, and pepper. I used mushroom broth for most of the liquids. Added miso broth when almost done.
 
Inexplicably my two cups of dry split peas took nearly 4 hours and never got creamy. I don't know what I did wrong.  I've cooked it on and off all day. Smells good, but still not right.


Memories
1992

My Brother had a sense of humor.

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 Starlings In Winter

by Mary Oliver

 Chunky and noisy, 
but with stars in their black feathers, 
they spring from the telephone wire 
and instantly 
they are acrobats
in the freezing wind.
And now, in the theater of air, 
they swing over buildings,
dipping and rising;
they float like one stippled star
that opens,
becomes for a moment fragmented,
then closes again;
and you watch 
and you try
but you simply can’t imagine
how they do it 
with no articulated instruction, no pause,
only the silent confirmation 
that they are this notable thing, 
this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin 
over and over again,
full of gorgeous life. 
Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,
even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
I am thinking now of grief, and of getting past it;
I feel my boots trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart pumping hard.
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. 
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
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Sunday
12.29.2019
Nothing has been corrected
Onward
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Friday, October 18, 2019

THE LAYERS

Goodnight Dear Zendo

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I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle
not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
Yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
“Live in the layers,
not on the litter.”
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with my changes.

'The Layers' by Stanley Kunitz
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THRIFTS
Cattle skull and pink pumps
on old leather cases
for resale

Reminds me of Emily the Gardener
long gone from NY, her style
for resale
 
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WEATHER
Rain one day, downpour upon downpour
Lakes in every street corner
Overflowing everywhere
'
Next day Overcast

Then another
Windy and Mild


 with Pigeon

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NEIGHBORHOOD
Iconic Bar a block away for decades
Still going though I've never been inside
Family Owned. If walls could talk...

 (https://www.mcswiggansbar.com/)
 ~*~

RESPONSE
After catching up on the World News
Wednesday and Thursday
 https://youtu.be/39xq5AATMp4

GRAMERCY ARTS CLUB

Celebrating International Archaeology Day with His Excellency Ambassador Mohamed Edrees of Egypt
Egypt and Civilization are words which belong together. Much inquiry has centered around tombs, temples, monuments. It is instructive to witness a rare culture and legacy encompassing Pharaohs, Ptolemaics, Copts, Muslims.

With creative perspective, the diversity and density of layers existing beyond time can be understood. Egypt served as melting pot, integrated into a singular heritage. Together we embark upon a voyage unlike any other: a journey extending from rocks to symbols and from people to intellectual concepts, humanity’s journey through history to a unique civilization.

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FRIDAY
Rescued Discard

 Replenished Larder
Included Treats

Weeks End
Feel Free to Rage Against the Machine
~*~

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

GOING NOWHERE Part Two


Local Venues
 Pakatakan Farmers Market
Route 30-4Miles North of Margaretville and Arkville
at
The Round Barn of Halcottsville, New York
Food and Crafts
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Ironwork by Radomir Jan Dvorak
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"We must be going nowhere in order to be somewhere.
Sense of place is not to be aimed at, it is received."
from David James Duncans 'My Story as Told by Water' 
 ~*~

Entertainment Center

Selfie

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https://youtu.be/qDuXs8PoxQc 

 Cloth Work

 
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VISIT
exotblue.com
 

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The Community Garden
An easy walking distance from the house.
(Nemo, Julio, Nadia and me off camera being shown around by Alex)
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 discussing plans for future plantings
 
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The Bee Incident
A hornet was caught in a spiders fine webbing up at the top of this column. I used a fine stick to poke the web until it dropped on to the fern at its base, where I watched it

turn and flutter and clean itself
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and in a little while, it flew off.
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Then I fell into a trance of Looking

That fine spiders web extended all the way to the other side of the column and down to this plant.

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Daily Sweetness
The farmers daughter next door runs a day care center for little kids and every day that's fair enough, they are led on a local walk...
...and every day she uses crossing the road as a teaching moment.
~*~

More photographs to come. There's the Attic and the previous owners ancestor Graveyard. History sifted through, honored and preserved.
Part Three will end this series