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Patrick’s egg

February 25, 2008

The “giant squid” egg on the beach didn’t actually arrive on the rising tide. That was just me having fun trying to get an interesting photo. Instead, it was sent in a padded box by young fourth grader Patrick Kammar from the Jemicy School near Baltimore, Maryland as part of a “migration project’ that is [...]

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Pardon me

May 2, 2007

Still Another Day #VI
Pardon me, if when I want
to tell the story of my life
it’s the land I talk about.
This is the land.
It grows in your blood
and you grow.
If it dies in your blood
you die out.
Pablo Neruda

A bit worn at the edges and nearly camouflaged, the simple message is still there after two years. Tree [...]

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Heartist Day

February 16, 2006

Like many other lucky people, I received Paulus Berensohn’s Valentine card this week. This year his drawing is, at once, more powerful and more pleading.

Opening up the card, Paulus writes on the inside:
“Help”
the cry of the Heart
— to offer and give
— to need and receive
— to each other and our earth
For Paulus, the heart, [...]

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Circling yet again

December 21, 2005

Song (4)
Within the circles of our lives
we dance the circles of the years,
the circles of the seasons
within the circles of the years,
the cycles of the moon
within the circles of the seasons,
the circles of our reasons
within the cycles of the moon.
Again, again we come and go,
changed, changing. Hands
join, unjoin in love and fear,
grief and joy. The [...]

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Thanksgiving Day gratitude

November 24, 2005

A salute is an arm extended or a rigid military snap to the forehead.
A pledge of allegiance is the right hand over the heart.
An oath is the hand placed on a religious text
.
A prayer, however, whether one is kneeling, standing, sitting, prostrate or lying on one’s back in the water, is one palm against the [...]

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Win some/Lose some

July 28, 2005

I see the rainbow, but I also see the storm.
This week a 14 year old boy from Melbourne, who had recently visited Windgrove with his school mates, sent me a letter.
“You are definitely one of the most amazing people I have ever met! Your determination to save the environment is fantastic. The experiences that we [...]

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The human form

February 10, 2005

My last blog stirred up a good deal of discussion.
Four extracted comments (from three women, one man):
“Your writing is defensive and aggressive. You say you want to praise the beauty and original blessing of the body, but the rage and defiance at the surface of your words is at odds with [...]

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Same hands

November 19, 2004

Sorry about the late entry this week, but today is the first day that my fingers can type comfortably. If people have a sense of deja vu looking at today’s photo, they are correct in their assumption that they have seen those hands before.
Just over a year ago I wrote a [...]

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“Our” star

May 5, 2004

Why I Wake Early
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety —
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, [...]

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Fresh morning love

December 3, 2003

Last night, after a big meal, I tried to write a journal entry using this photo of the ancestral bench’s shadow pointing to the reflected spiral in the water. (In the Peace Garden, the spiral symbolises the future.) This was after receiving an email from a friend who had movingly related the dying of his [...]

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