Mnemonic

It’s a few shakes of a lamb’s tail past midnight Travellers,

Have you found yourselves losing time during this whole viral purgatory experience? I’ve had two other nights where I have myself been wide awake after midnight, feeling abit out of synch with my regularly scheduled life…

I’d like to try another little free form experiment here if I may…

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A scoop of Neapolitan

Buenas Tardes Travellers,

Did you ever eat Neapolitan ice cream as a child? As an adult, I can totally see the genius of that idea, 3 flavors in one spoonful. Perfect for those of us who cannot decided what restaurant to eat out no matter how long we debate about it…you know who you are…

Stawberry, vanilla, chocolate.

I never liked it much as a child. I thought those 3 flavors together sounded grossly wrong. I also did not like banana splits. Same reason, too many things mixed together. And you couldn’t separate them very well, no matter how very carefully you tried. There was no dissection technique or distillation that would get the strawberry off the other flavors, was there?

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A time to sow

Buona Serata Travellers,

(That’s good evening in Italian…in honor of Italy and Little Italy in NYC.)

This one is  gonna be a little experimental tonight, because why not?

 

I discovered something wonderful today that just made me so… so something I cannot describe with one word….

It’s the feeling that comes with the discovery of new life, it’s hope, optimism, joy, and belief that life always find a way. It all begins again.

It’s a sort of hello that you feel as the corners of your mouth draw back into the most earnest of grins. The toothy kind that comes with a giggle.

It’s the acknowledgment that we are not alone here, not just human here, this is a shared space with other life. We are the caretakers of this place, many lives depend on us.

It’s the warmth of the responsibility to nurture new life in the face of adversity. Because there will be much adversity. There will always be adversity. So we must guard tenderness.

It’s knowing the attempt is worth it. The fruit of your labors may be small, but that size will not matter. Doing and trying something new is a form of magic unlike any other.

It’s the knowing that everything has a beginning, isn’t that the best part, the beginning. It’s the part of our movie reel that we play over and over in our minds when the end has arrived.

It’s sweetness seeping into in every corner of your saddened, tired, hardened soul.

I can feel it’s time now for things to grow again. The best part of the year is now. No viral apocalypse can stop the seasons, the sun will not be denied it’s due seasonal  shift in the skies. Call it a solar reckoning.

What must is be like to begin as a seed? To be buried in the dark, an eventual surrender that cracks you wide open as you reach towards the light of an uncertain world through the smallest crevice…

 

 

Here is what I saw or rather what I am sowing:

 

 

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Look at that little guy…

Now look at this little congregation…

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No matter how many gardens I have planted, this part never gets old. And these are my first seeds, it’s been maybe a week.

We will be okay, do you hear me, my grandma was always right, everything works out in the end. Every time. Right now, we are just in the dark, but look closely, because the light will find a way in, and we will reach…