I walk through this park,
accompanied, yet alone.
Reluctant leaves bid me farewell.
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An Eternal October Saturday
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The Arrogance of It All
18 September 2025
As deep we descend,
exceptionalism fades,
much farther from US.
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Through the Ages
15 August 2025 – Ferragosto in Italia
Whatever we claim,
unless we encompass Love,
Peace will refuse us.
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Blank Truths
Lily, fragrant white,
captures the promise of day,
not to be defined.
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Blending Well
20 July 2025
I often remember the sweeping backyard garden that my grandparents tended. It covered much of the cleared quarter-acre area before untouched woodland. Those early years left me with a respect and love of Nature that has carried me through these older years of change, moving, turbulence, and gratitude.
Today, even though the periphery garden in a tiny backyard is of no match to my grandparents’ bounty, the attempt to recall the second-nature backyard farming of the past with the conveniences of the present seem to set a particular stage, especially in these times.
I may be misguided, but these days seem fraught with information that is less than reliable. Recalls dot the news as people sometimes opt for quick, cheap products…as marketers’ profits increase in both price and risk. And then there’s the tariffs on the global economy, in which All of God’s creation, of whom “we” are truly just a part, has Her stake.
My grandmother tended a frilly deep green plant with fuzzy leaves and bright blue flowers in her section of the garden. In her Italian, I remember it was borragine, in English, borage.
As a bit of basic available research shows, borage flowers [https://www.nutrition-and-you.com/borage.html] contain an incredible amount of nutrients: Vitamins A, C, GLA – an essential fatty acid containing iron (41% of RDA), calcium, potassium, manganese, copper, zinc, and magnesium. This, apparently was understood by “a nonna” who reached almost 90 years of age, still tending her garden.
Often, the wisdom of the past can collaborate with the ease and advantages of the future, but we still have to be humanly wise, engage, and balance the two into the points of human life, trust, knowledge and work that are within our access today.
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Seeing Clearly
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Without the noise of the television I reject lately for my own search of thoughts, words, digging deep into past flashes of experiences, and the people who messaged the meanings then, I silently fold socks in the hours of just waking.Three baskets of clothes finally washed and dried after 10pm last night wait until before daybreak for their proper folds.
All the sportswear shirts I fold and stack one on top of the other, similar to the way store clerks make displays look uniform, somewhat neat – inviting a buyer to stop and think about a purchase. Then the pants, smoothing the material, making the cuffs aligned and even, and when I find a sock, I just pile them together until all the other clothes are finished, stacked, and folded.
Picking out matching socks is usually easy, except for the faded, worn ones from a convenience package of maybe four pair or more. You spot colors, styles, patterns, marks, writing or brand, degree of use, and other elements to make an adequate match if not the exact one every time.
Once almost finished, I spot a sock with writing – a saying my mother used to always use as an admonition – No Nonsense. I wonder what she would say today with a world covered in grime, crime, alternative facts, and deliberate malice towards many if not all…all under a relabeling of “freedom”…
My slow smile breaks as I envision her presence then, remember her principle, and that expression very often suggesting when actions were on the verge of crossing a line. It was her way of giving advanced warning – a sign. And at this moment on a silent morning in July 2025, the meaning of messages through signs seems so transparent, so clean a wash waiting to be ordered, folded, presented. And then the song from the past, Signs – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oeT5otk2R1g
Where there’s gratitude, like Signs, we become miraculously able to perceive them through the veils of our everyday lives…as they remain forever present.
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Bees on the Buttonbush
June 29, 2025
Insanity reigns
while moral compass ruptures,
as bees gift us hope.
June 22, 2025
He who loves brings God and the World together.
Martin Buber (2013). “On Judaism”, p.212, Schocken
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Recognizing The Answer
If the circumstance does not align with the mantras we have grown to repeat from over 2000 years ago, (i.e.: Do Unto Others…), but not feel from a place of Spirit, it is not The Answer. In fact, it is quite the opposite. Rather than the 1980 Peace Through Strength mantra, in word and indeed, if we are truly followers of The Chosen One, it should be Strength Through Peace, as the spiritual alignment of 12/29/24 manifested. Signals are always visible for those who choose to see.