“When we read, we start at the beginning and continue until we reach the end. When we write, we start in the middle and fight our way out.”
― Vickie Karp
And I Was Alive
by Osip Mandelstam
And I was alive in the blizzard of the blossoming pear,
Myself I stood in the storm of the bird-cherry tree.
It was all leaflife and starshower, unerring, self-shattering power,
And it was all aimed at me.
What is this dire delight flowering fleeing always earth?
What is being? What is truth?
Blossoms rupture and rapture the air,
All hover and hammer,
Time intensified and time intolerable, sweetness raveling rot.
It is now. It is not.
“I do not wish them [women] to have power over men; but over themselves.”
― Mary Wollstonecraft
“Which world are we trying to sustain: a resource to fulfill our desires of material prosperity, or an Earth of wonder, beauty, and sacred meaning?” —Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee
1. Sharing food. The meals at Tortilla Flats are so huge that we just got three for the four of us, and then shared. We still left a little of that good rice and some refried beans–there was just so much. But we all got to taste everything. Crab enchiladas in blue corn tortillas. Shrimp and scallop fajitas. We might have to go back there another day.
2. Osprey with a fish
3. A heart-shaped stone on the path to the beach
4. Making and drawing and writing
5. Rest. This is the sabbath of my year.
May we walk in Beauty!