April 7th, 2007

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Morning -

This morning is so beautiful with soft rain that I opened the blind and sat in bed for an hour looking out at the plants as they looked in at me.  What a morning to share, such reverence.  I love this day between Good Friday and Easter.  Chris and Frieda will come tomorrow to celebrate.  Jeff and Jan are again to Hawaii for what I call a junket and Jan calls a conference.  It is a medical conference on the island of Hawaii and they are looking forward to it, though Jeff would prefer to be here for Easter.

Again, I am feeling soft, warm reverence.  I am an Easter egg, dipped gently in peaceful dye seeping slowly through muscles, bones, soul.

We received wonderful feedback from the editor on the book and this is the first day I realize I have nothing to do as regards it, just receive.   Her words affirm that it does work and conveys what we have worked so hard to say.  I give thanks for that.   The house is filled with flowers.  I picked the first rose yesterday, a Sterling Silver, from a bush Jan gave Jeff when they were both sixteen.   The house is filled with scent.

May your day, your weekend, bloom with the sweet resurrecting juice and flow of spring.
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The Inheritance of Loss -

I am reading the book The Inheritance of Loss  by Kiran Desai.  

This is a book that makes you appreciate your right to stay in America, or not,  and the ability to travel, or not.

It will also change your dining experience if you live in NYC or probably anywhere else.  Know the rumblings in the kitchen are more than empty stomachs to fill.

The book also points out how much most of us in this country have.  I love this paragraph as a way to show it, and as a person who loves purses and bags with little pockets, I could relate uncomfortably close to the image.  Of course, I spent six weeks in Nepal with only a backpack so I do know the pleasures of traveling light, but that was choice, and for many, there is no choice.  It is what is.   Imagine a suitcase containing all that  you need for your life.  Perhaps that simplicity is invitation.   Pearl Buck said one of the happiest times of her life was when her missionary family had to flee China with very little at all. 

So, here is the paragraph from The Inheritance of Loss about a man who has come to the US from India and yearns to return.

    "The green card the green card.  The ....

       Without one he couldn't leave. To leave he wanted a green card. This was the absurdity. How he desired the triumphant After The Green Card Return Home, thirsted for it - to be able to buy a ticket with the air of someone who could return if he wished, or not, if he didn't wish...  He watched the legalized foreigners with envy as they shopped at discount baggage stores for the miraculous, expandable third-world suitcase, accordian-pleated, filled with pockets and zippers to unhook further crannies, the whole structure unfolding into a giant space that could fit in enough to set up an entire life in another country."

I consider my gifts and give thanks, knowing we each have a path to navigate with stones that are ours to lift, read, and return.  

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Open in and out! Live New!

"When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be."

-- Lao Tzu

"As long as I am this or that, I am not all things."

-- Meister Eckhart

A Stradivarius, not top of the line, 268 years old, sold at Christie's for more than $2.7 million.   These violins are now bought by collectors not musicians.  They may not be played and that may be okay because  it now seems there may not be a superior sound.  Perhaps the violinist feels a different vibration but the average and maybe not so average person hears no difference.  Let's honor these old violins, yes, while also accepting the new ones being built.  Evolve!   Strum old and new and see and hear what comes, now and now and now!

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Prayers for Mitchell -

I have mentioned Mitchell before and how his life so dramatically changed when he called his mother from school and she came to get him and they found out he had a tumor along his spine.  He is quite amazing and I have suggested you check out his blog at:


Today I place his latest  entry here because it is so inspiring to see how Mitchell meets this continuing challenge in his life.  Who else would think of playing paintball in his head while in an MRI machine and then fall asleep and get through three hours in a hammering tube?

Mitchell is my inspiration for this day!!   Here are words from his blog.  His parents post for him.

It’s been a Good Friday. This week Mitchell had to undergo a couple of MRI’s to get a baseline of the head, neck, and entire spine after his treatments of radiation and chemotheraphy. Magnetic resonance imaging scans are a technique that uses magnets and radio waves. The patient lies inside a large cylinder shaped magnet and the scanner makes a picture of tissue in the body. MRI scans provide clear pictures of parts of the body and surrounding bone tissue making it useful when examining the brain and spinal cord. MRI’s aren’t for those who are claustrophobic, can’t lie still for long periods of time, or have metal hardware such as screws, plates or even a pacemaker. One slight movement, itch, or sneeze can cause a distorted image to occur thus repeating the scan again.

Imagine being strapped to a rolling bed, placed into a cylinder tube and then listening to loud hammering taking place for three hours. Makes you want to run out of the place after hearing the first hammer noise. Each scan takes about an hour as the MRI scans the head, the cervical spine (neck area), and then the rest of the spine. We told Mitchell if he couldn’t handle three consecutive hours that we could do the scans separately on different days. Usually, you would perform each scan on three separate occasions but not Mitchell. He said to power through the scans and get it over with. The technician doing the scans was amazed at how Mitchell handled being still and no re-takes were needed. Later, I asked Mitchell how he was able to lie still for so long. He said that he would play paintball games in his head. Every time he heard the loud hammering noise, he would pretend that was an explosion of paint. He finally got tired of winning and being king of the hill and then fell asleep.

Good news! The MRI scan to the head was free from any tumors. The MRI scan to the spine was clear of any tumors. And the MRI scan of the neck indicated that the cancer has not progressed and there was less swelling. The bad news is that Mitchell will have to do MRI scans every 12 weeks. Please continue to pray for clean scans and less swelling. I told Mitchell to keep praying that the cancer cells in his body, live in harmony with the rest of his red and white blood cells. As Rodney King said, “Can’t we all just get along.” Living in harmony is the key.

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Wind in the Willows!!

Wind in the Willows will be on Masterpiece Theatre Sunday night and it will be performed with people.  Hmph, you say, and, yet, it seems it works.  Matt Lucas is Mr. Toad.  It sounds like a must-see.  It's time to record.  

We went out in the soft rain today.  Oh, my, it is beautiful indeed!!
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Organic -

I am happily cooking tonight in preparation for tomorrow and I am wondering about something that has been curious to me for awhile.  I went to three grocery stores on a very busy Friday yesterday to be sure that all our food was of the highest quality and specifically organic.  Now one thing I notice as I struggle to get every bit of dirt off of lettuce, spinach, celery and asparagus is just how much dirt has come home with me. 

In the old days, celery and lettuce were relatively clean, but it seems the more organic that I buy, the more dirt that I receive and this dirt clings.  I wonder now if non-organic vegetables are washed and sprayed with some kind of teflon coating so dirt floats off.  I am gaining dirt this way, but I don't understand why the lovely organic dirt cannot be left at the farm.  I suppose the good thing is my land will continue to rise as I compost and spread this dirt, and so I, unlike many around me, will not be underwater soon.  All this dirt must be adding up to rising land. 

Do organic farmers think I more readily believe it is grown in soil when I see so much of it?   My understanding was that organic and non-organic were grown in soil unless they were hydrophonic.   Perhaps it is a way to make sure we scrub because if we don't we'll be eating grit and possibly grubs.   Happy cleaning and enjoying the modern organic world which actually is old.  Happy fruits and veggies to you!!
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Global warming -

Mountain climbers are witnessing global warming as they see the glaciers and snow line melt.   It is sobering to think there could be such dramatic change in our lifetime without a huge meteor hitting the earth.  This seems to be the time to hope the earth can resurrect as we all set intention to be more aware of what we do.