Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
L'aura del campo
'Ã© a lua, Ã© a lua, na quintana dos mortos'
â™£ Federico GarcÃa Lorca â™£
L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me.
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passed away November 12, 2005
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~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
From the high reaches of Yangmingshan
I gaze down at a city shrouded in a haze of smog
and cherry blossoms struggling to exude
their charm to this crown rising above it all.
In quiet gardens camellias bloom and larkspurs
stretch their stalks toward a strengthening sun.
At this end of winter, life's bustle below bows
before the promise of beauty in each opening bud.
Â© KÃ¥re Enga [176.2] (24.march.2019)
Note: provisional title. Looking for a better one. Yangmingshan is a mountain north of Taipei in Taiwan.
|I have been remiss. ( I get involved with other aspects of my life when traveling, even have difficulty keeping up my journal... which I mostly did this time... I have over 7,000 photos of Taiwan to go through and I'm slowly posting them at facebook.
So, a poem...
...an erotic vegetable poem...
[still untitled] (I need suggestions. The only title I have is 'New Year's day potato"
Beyond flaws of thin golden skin
that sloughs away from eager fingers
still deeper wounds that make you YOU.
I move my lips around them
as teeth grip willing flesh
and suck into my mouth
the luck of having met you.
With eyes that cannot see my longing,
without ears to hear my grateful sighs,
no nose to smell the melting pats of butter
that ease your starches down my throat,
know that you have quenched my needs
and fed my deepest hope.
I beg to you, call out my name!
... as if you could without a voice...
"O Recipient of My Inner Essence:
Enjoy this night's gold-skinned delight."
Â© KÃ¥re Enga [176.1] (21.march.2019)
|925 Bells ring the hour / of the rosary â€” devotees / kneel in prayer
926 A blackbird shits / on my shirt â€” misses my / slice of pizza
927 CÃ³mo me importa / lo que me decÃs â€” paja / por el viento
928 Stained glass catches / the setting sun â€” humble / prayers set ablaze
929 Uu Uu. DetrÃ¡s / de sus rejas â€” los / Ticos tiemblan (or guau guau?)
930 Honor under / wreaths and stones â€” disgrace / carries an umbrella (Trump at military cemetery)
Â© KÃ¥re Enga [175.293 a-f](13-15.december.2018)
|Achter de geraniums zitten
Sitting behind the geraniums
I watch snow flake down from white
skies of silence, hit warm pavement
turn to slush. In the hush of a Sunday
morning little moves when the Spirit 's
this calm. The flag barely flutters.
Without a breeze I can't hear
your voice floating from the east;
veiled by this deathly white,
can't see the Dawn. In ghostly twilight
I vent to the Void: Send me a
message that warms my needs,
caresses my petals come Spring.
Â© KÃ¥re Enga [175.315] (20.january.2019 revision 28.jan)
Achter de geraniums zitten
Sitt'n' b'hind th' geraniums
I watch snow flake down from white
skies of sil'nce, hit warm pavem'nt
turn to slush in th' hush of a Sund'y
morn'n'. Little moves when th' Spirit 's
this calm. Th' flag barely flutt'rs.
Without a breeze I can't hear
your voice floatin' from th' east,
veiled by this deathly white,
can't see th' Dawn. In ghostly twilight
I vent t' th' Void: Send me a
mess'ge that warms my needs,
melts my petals come Springtime.
Â© KÃ¥re Enga [175.315] (20.january.2019)
|Are we all toxic?
I know at least three friends who may consider themselves so.
One can't keep friends. One can't make friends. One can't befriend himself.
All have been abused; all have been traumatized.
I know that people have cut me out of their lives. I have not always been as kind as I should be. But knowing how even an apology can bruise... I let the past be past. I let it be.
Not everyone is toxic though.
There seem to be genuinely good people out there who heal rather than harm. They are a true blessing as well as truly blessed.
Although I have been traumatized I don't know how to help friends to work through their own traumas. I'm not even sure what to say at times. Mostly I just acknowledge that I have read what they've shared and say nothing. I suspect most of the time they are not looking for advice.
And what advice can someone who hasn't been through similar pain give?
I'd give each a hug if I could.
|... is a virtue.
...needs to hurry up and show up and let me get on with my life! ðŸ˜‡
I'm seldom patient. Like... sometimes when I'm on the plane, snug in my seat, I want to get off and push...
Today, I await the arrival of a friend. In Costa Rica that means "whenever". Time here can be fluid, flexible, impossible to hold on to.
He'll get here when he gets here. Hopefully in time for lunch. â˜º
I have no plans and in some ways I'm fine with that. At least I can breathe! Had problems breathing in MÃ©xico. Here in San JosÃ© I must stay aware of the volcano Turrialba. It's in eruption and fine ash bothers me. May the winds blow the other way.
Same for the grit of global or local politics. Patience... and endurance... helps one withstand these storms. I learned while driving a car that an abrupt u-turn wasn't always the wisest choice, especially on ice, nor the highway the fastest. Sometimes one gets caught in traffic, herded like sheep. I keep an eye out for exits. But even then, patience is a virtue when steering through bad weather or political upheaval.
Today the sun is out and it's mild and I can breathe. And certain family and national issues seem safely far away.
|A response to Scott: "Yes, good point. It IS easier to leave some things to others. Like my flight tomorrow. You driving the plane to SLC? ðŸ˜² En serio, whether the absolutism of black/white thinking (nuances give headaches) or religious or political groups that do the thinking (or not) for us, it's tempting to just go along and not question. Dangerous, but very human."
So... are political groups the new religion? Are gangs the new family? Related questions as most humans join groups... even deniers like survivalists. The problem with groups? They can devolve into an us versus them thinking which makes it easier to wage war. Ask Romeo and Juliet about that... if you have doubts.
Personally I'm highly opinionated (not always right) and that includes the affairs of my village and country. I can seem quite political... but... I try not to become partisan. As for religion... My faith states that we humans are all One and that God is One (by whatever name we call her/him). This inclusivity trandscends petty debates on who is going to Hell... the fastest.
Ah... should I go on?
Must pack for my flight tomorrow... unless you are picking me up and flying me there. ðŸ˜‚
|In response "what will we do when robots take over our jobs" I wrote to Tomasz:
"I receive a monthly check. I live far below my means, living in two rooms with shared bath, preferring second-hand everything or doing without. But... I'll be in Costa Rica on Wednesday while my friends curse as they scrape ice off their windshield so they can go to WalMart. It's all about choices. I "garden", write, read, travel and take photos. And I invest in human relationships. â™¥"
That said, it IS a seriously question. Humans have changed the human landscape and will continue to do so in unpredictable ways. It is neither linear nor ever-advancing. Much of our social fabric will be rethought, rewoven or lost. Same with our technology.
It's why I believe in old-knowledge as well as new, simple things like how to grow a tomato plant as well as how to grow them on the Moon.
One of the greatest gifts that humanity must protect and cherish is our flexibility. It's why I'm not fond of dogma and conformity. Neither is "evil" but both have the limitations of non-flexibility and exhibit a certain lack of imagination.
To go back to Tomasz' question: we will cope with robots... or we will not. Our flexibility and imagination may determine how well we survive as humans continue to evolve.
|I'm a night person in Montana but in Costa Rica I can usually be semi-functional by 8 a.m. since that DAYSTAR has the chutzpah of getting up around 6... and everyone is in bed by 10 anyway.
1. Jet-lag can affect me for many days. But, oddly, not every time.
2. Day-length does affect me. Summer twilight can be brutal as I can almost read in the dark.
3. I need bed-curtains or room-darkening shades when I travel.
4. Caffeine... yeah. "Morning" comes when it comes. "Good Morning" comes after the second cup.
5. I get bad nightmares... which isn't conducive to a good rest; however, apparently I don't thrash around... hmm.
Am I an owl? My friend Bryan loves owls and I'll give him a couple as gifts when I visit him next week. I have other friends who like owls as well. And I do like bats, nighthawks, frogmouths...
I even love black cats.
So... I need to enjoy these frigid sunny days this week. It'll be -15Âºc in the morning but next week it'll be 15Âºc warm and sunny. I'll cope. I do get up earlier in Costa Rica but even there I tend to get up after others. Walking along a beach at 6 a.m. may sound romantic... but just let me go back to sleep.
|Posted as a response to LK:
"I must've been a teenager but I hated going to a restaurant with my family, sitting with people I didn't know. I still don't care much for large restaurants. I preferred being at home with my family and maybe my cousin and aunt. That was Thanksgiving for me.
Never really saw it from my mother's perspective; although I suspect she didn't like cooking a big turkey, preferring a capon.
Now... I am in a different situation. I live alone and finding a place open on holidays is problematic (this year the Senior Center closes for 4 days for all three holidays). Usually someplace is open. Charlie B's, a local bar and restaurant, purposely serves a spread for all its clientele (many are older and single).
I found a different solution this year. I was in Mexico for Thanksgiving, wasn't even aware. Ate a cimita (had to check my journal). Spent time with a couple from New Zealand. The next two holidays will be in Costa Rica. I'll cope. No need to be in Montana. My family lives elsewhere and my friends here have family (some more, some less).
There's always another way of looking at a situation, isn't there?"
Addendum: LK was responding to someone who objected to restaurants being open on Thanksgiving and people having to work (she shares a story about one particular Thanksgiving when the turkey was frozen and they ate at a fast food joint). Me? I worked on an emergency line for 5 years; holidays off were a premium. But... retail? Why would anyone need to shop... other than at a food store and even then, being open half a day should suffice. That said... if it's your own business and you choose to be open (giving others a day off for family... or not) that's a-ok by me.