Monday, May 18, 2015

In a Gordian Knot, the isolated pineapple smells of Aqua Velva

Taste: pineapple
Sight: outdoors at 5 am on a misty morning
Sound:
"Give me isolation just for now
I feel a hard rain coming down
I promise that I will be back soon
But for now I'll return to my cocoon"
— "Cocoon," Defiance, Assemblage 23  
"Let me be your armor
Let me be your shield
Let me take away the pain you feel (your armor)
Let me be the light
That guides your way through darkest night
Let me be your armor."
—  "Let Me Be Your Armor," Addendum, Assemblage 23
Smell: Aqua Velva - father's after shave; waffle cone and curry; buttery oatmeal cookie
Touch: watering the plants
Extra: sad, poignant, irritable, despondent, nervous, fearful, anxious, depressed, give me isolation; good health, good fortune, intellectual stimulation, physical challenge, conflict and disparity; a Gordian knot:
"Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian Knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter"
— Shakespeare, Henry V, Act 1 Scene 1. 45–47
Grateful for: the book that led to the EPA, the book that led to the Endangered Species Act — Silent Spring by Rachel Carson, 1962

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Delightfully complex: Where, oh where, is my personal chef?

Taste: apricot, blueberry and strawberry jam
Sight: exceptional seal and robot sidewalk chalk art; a curly-haired, long-haired short girl crossing Broadway on skateboard holding one red and one blue balloon; irises-wild, stately and slim varieties, bearded and beardless; Gerbera daisies
Sound: a kettle boiling
Smell: camping supplies; office tropical-coconut and shea lip butter
Touch: thick coconut lotion; sore calves
Extra: Food that fits your values tastes better.
Grateful for: recipes that look wonderful even if too difficult to prepare; an overflowing bookshelf; letters from Dad; new flavors of chocolate

Monday, May 11, 2015

Friends & holidays & volunteers; meals & loss & hateful tears

Taste: strawberries
Sight: bright pink rhododendrons, magenta azaleas; the happy exhausted drummer with dreads plays back to back sets; a puffy black puppy hops; yellow roses
Sound: drumbeats; compassionate voices; a gurgling water bottle
Smell: jasmine smoke
Touch: walking uphill; the weight of 600 calories
Extra: multispecies ethnography; giving blood
Grateful for: a night out

Monday, May 4, 2015

A writer's gardening priority: the view from her room of her own

Taste: tart rhubarb and sweet strawberry; Ethos Cabernet - heavy, jammy, dark; any day Riesling, chalky Malbec, sweet Riesling
Sight: a river reflection - a new trail; an emergency vehicle, a sheet draped over a barbed wire fence, a trail of blood; a blue heron; a baby bunny
Sound: crunching; snapping, cracking jaw; bird song; Uhura
Smell: toast; apricot and honey notes - Riesling
Touch: holding hands; a convex belly
Extra: a decided preference; botrytis cinerea fungus - a "noble rot"; space farming
Grateful for: walking a river; planting a tree

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Taste: an oaky Cabernet
Sight: a wine's legs
Sound: cries of pain; yowling; "a sparrow"
Smell: balsamic reduction; a moldy foot; musky damp carpet - a warm, inside apartment hallway
Touch: gently held in a leaf and hand; cold, wet paws
Extra: tiramisu means pick me up; to molder, moldering;
"No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream."
— Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House
"Ozymandias," Percy Bysshe Shelley (1818)
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Grateful for: embracing change

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Butterscotch candies and a beautifully hardbound book

Taste: sweet peas and strawberries
Sight: a beautifully bound hardback book with forest green cover and black leaf and a Baskerville font
Sound: the far off wind; puttering; plodding; the crinkle of a hard candy wrapper; pouring - a carton of cashew milk, a kettle into a coffee pot
Smell: dying, drying lilacs
Touch: wound and bound in the sheets; a morning meditation
Extra: perihelion, aphelion
Grateful for: the senses; time to putter; a great variety

Monday, April 20, 2015

The effect of lilacs, apple cider and a long walk on her being

Taste: oak-aged apple cider; orange juice, apple juice
Sight: lilac bouquets and classical paintings thereof; farmer's market potatoes and sweet potatoes
Sound: bird song; trumpet
Smell: lemongrass; lilac, always, the lilac
Touch: a dripping nose; an aching back
Extra: home-scene - your memory of youth; botany - identifying local plants; the Summitview branch of the Yakima Public Library and its copy of Animal Liberation by Peter Singer in 1988;
 "But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.” ― George Eliot, Middlemarch 
  Grateful for: farmer's markets, walking trails, spring days, feminists and activists

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