Splinters

Splintering into stars, into dust.

The world, people, music, recipes, love, God, to be fully experienced takes all of us. I mean ALL of us.

We are splinters of the same story--so we need all cultures, all faiths, all stories.

What does splinter mean?

I had a massive splinter in my butt one time. Adam pulled it out. It took him entirely too long.

Our baby is a splinter of me and Adam, and our parents, grandparents, and on and on, never diminishing but increasing in complexity and wonder with each new splinter.

A recipe book is splinters of food, people, memories, liked stained glass, mosaics, like sun through a prism, we are all splintered and it's OK. That's why we need each other, why we can never know fully, love completely, if we insist on being alone.

Tea Time

Is it too much to say we are all made of stardust?

My job is not to convince, but to Wonder. If you can wonder with me, let's go! Let's wonder all over this world and the universe, the mind stretching and opening, reaching back, back, to the dusty old part of the quonset where forgotten tools, unused for so many years, wait to be polished again for no reason other than the quiet conviction and reassurance of original design.

Like the roots of a tree never leave, they only grow deeper, thicker, more solid, and wait for lightning to strike.

Home Visit

God it smells good!

Have you smelled the earth's fragrance in the morning?

No, better yet, inhaled it?

Like the inside of a barn, or

maybe a barn is a field contained.

The scars on the hills have healed for the most part.

Just scars now.

Now I know what they mean by virgin soil.

Kestrel's on one side of the house, chickens on the other.

Too bad I didn't finish that jar of pickles.

Fiber Optics

There are so many things in the world to worry about and become hopeless over. Or worse, to become cynical, and then, mean. But they are made-up things, human-made negatives, which is good news.

It means they are not permanent.

In fact, they are not even real.

Besides, it is exhausting to worry.

Energy is neither created nor destroyed, but you can choose what kind of wire to send it down--fiber optically perhaps.

Once it is sent, you can see that positive hope is met with much less resistance in our fiber bodies, and optic hope reaches out farther into the universe, knowing there are wonders and phenomena we cannot yet comprehend, and that, therefore, believing in a negative is really naive, and hoping for wonder and change is really the only sane way to live a life.