7.25.2011



went to sea
to beat the heat

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saturday's dinner
was fresh blue fish
with chopped tomatoes
and basil butter sauce




there's nothing
better than catching
your dinner.



keeping only
what you
can eat



when you
watch the last pass
of air through the gills
of a fish you find yourself
making a promise with the order
of nature to take responsibility
for the life you've taken.



if we all knew
the source of what
we consume, we would
not consume as much
as we do.




life is precious




and I'm guilty
of not taking this
seriously everyday




7.17.2011



what my mid summer
looks like in colors
and stripes



and late
mid summer
dance parties
sound like this



pad morrison


7.08.2011


When despair grows in me

and I wake in the middle of the night
at the least sound
in fear of what my life
and my children's lives may be,


I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water,
and the great heron feeds.


I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light.

For a time
I rest
in the grace of the world,
and am free.





the peace of wild things

wendell berry