Jasmine

Jasmine has a sweet aroma, delicate and intensely floral. Without citrus or bergamot though has a musky undernote. * Enamored by the idea of fragrant garden in moonlight, And loving glossy vining evergreen, I keep trying to have one cultivated. * After my third or fourth attempt, I’ve finally got one that seems to be…

A Quick F/U[1]

Working on another flower essay; trying to bring it from garble. Here I'm presenting a brief follow up. Though I am toying with sharing an altogether different L.D. story; already written...but do I dare publish it? Meanwhile, chores are demanding as my housekeeper quit.[2] Our rupture was precipitated by both the new kitchen, and yes,…

A response to the prompt, “What is school for?”

What is education and why do we need it? As a hu(e)-man woman coming from a white Anglo-Saxon background, I grew up in a “privileged” town, or so I thought. Our public high school, had some good teachers but no advance A.P. classes; there was no homework assigned on computer. We did have Latin, Greek,…

A blurb about having vertigo

Vertigo is really humbling. I had it a few years ago. The first time was coming from a plunge in cold water -into a hot room at my favorite Korean bath spa. The room spun so rapidly I thought I would fall. Fortunately then, it lasted a few seconds. The summer before I got divorced,…

Thoughts on being a healer

If it is a “healer’s” job to guide the willing back to one’s own path of light, to remember and regain one’s true essence (bit by bit, with ease and joy - rather than being thrown in the alchemical cauldron and distilled back to nescience  (‘not knowing’)), then may medicine, especially as practiced in the…

Every picture tells a story

Consider, While every picture tells a story of a thousand words, Every part of your picture Has one of its own. So when you’re looking a picture As e-vidence of proximity in any given situation, How they got there on the page, might be quite interesting. At least if you like listening to people and…

Welcome spirit (AEIOU#2)

Imagine you as entity, whole in the womb. Embryo enjoined into vessel of being but yet unawakened, without breath, sparkless. [1] Also not yet named in one’s inner ear clearly, Nor until now did a parent look you in the eye when saying your combination of vowels and consonants. Growing in and with your mother’s…

A Musing about my Love Angel (L.D. #9)[1]

Sometimes I wonder what I would do if ‘he’ showed up here, actually? He could one day, I’m ~ sure of it. AS if I could be sure of anything, that is. Which really is nothing[2]. Anyway what if he did, would I need to make a big fuss about it? Broadcast and cash in…