Ages of innocence

The moon again, hanging out on the way in, the way out of work. Not much to say that hasn't been said many many times, except that it's splendiferous. Some might ask why I would even think to mention the cliche'd moon, but that is the point. I don't think to mention it, I simply do.

I've been traveling, working, dealing - finding that some people still believe in cruelty, in toughening up the kid with tough love and all that. It's not necessary, it's cruel, and adults are playing the game, and it's unseemly, tired.

Reading a blog just a few minutes ago, reading, "baby steps", I realize again, how tough 'normal' life is for some, how scars are reminders, how a pursuit so many take for granted and in stride, might be difficult for others. There is always the 'general', but also always the individual.

Thinking can be unhealthy, but it is also healthy. Some could think more, some less. When I think, sometimes I am thinking to avoid concluding. Concluding seems so final, but thinking is a meditative process. I've now reached a place where thinking is about thinking, which is as near to silence as I've ever been.

Lately, I've noticed that good intentions are suspect far too often. Too few people are comfortable with a compliment, with an offer for help. It seems to be written in some script that interest means Interest and that offers of kindness must be paid back. It seems some days that it is even difficult to help another person without motives being suspect.

A.

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The next blush

It's upon us, the next series of blushes, nature ripening another round of fruits, flower, vegetable... The tomatoes are showing the first color, the wild blackberries are ripening one at a time, but there are thousands. Look closely, there are large diagonal raindrops in this picture. The peach lily is blooming as if aroused to a new height this year, perfect weather, rain, sun, balance. This is one of my favorite flowers of all time, and now, I wait each year for them to bloom. This year they are welcoming July again, right on time. The cucumbers are coming alive too, dozens of flowers, a few cukes ready for the weekend.

Nectarine juice

You must let the juice drip down your chin at least once. It is quite therapeutic, I think. I find myself neatening up, frustrated when I drop a berry on the floor... 'argh, gotta wipe that up!', and when I am busy, that dust that builds up in so short a time and must be sucked up and away to keep a keen house is just another source of angst. Today, I was in the middle of a project, but hungry, and saw the nectarines on the counter watching me work. I reached over and grabbed the softer of them, and took a bite. I was doused with sweet juice, my beard now sticky and the window where it squirted eyeing me, waiting for my reaction. It was a learning experience, a life lesson, and I smiled to myself and to the walls and thought, 'hey baby, let the juice flow.' If you've read my 'other stuff', you are probably wondering what I am on about, but soon you'll nod and know. Last week I was out returning home from a midweek appointment and decided to t...

The quaintest swings.

As I worked around the house today, repairing, cleaning, moving things to where they belong, reclaiming space post-divorce, I ended up thinking expansively about my life. This led me to affirmations I'd not heeded previously, but am otherwise proud of. Later as I cooked dinner, sauteing onions and shiitake mushrooms with some garlic from the garden, my plan was to have it over arugula with tomatoes, also from the garden, and to augment with Israeli feta. I found myself wondering that I can grow beans, and enjoy them fresh off the vine, better by far than I can get anywhere else. I can grow tomatoes, and though I struggle with early blight, the fruit I get is astoundingly good compared to any I can buy. I enjoy many flavors, complexities that thrill me as I eat, and after sauteing the onions, throwing the mushrooms in for their turn, I decided to add a chopped fig from the tree given to me by a dear friend... I knew this salad would be special in ways that I could never impart to ...

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