The wild bee sleeps in my sunflower forest, among the pistols and stamens, in the eye of the glowing yellow petals. She snuggles down with her fuzzy legs like a Teddy bear, her head resting on a stamen pillow. Her abdomen moves in and out as she breathes. (If we had a mini amplifier we… Continue reading In the Sunflower Forest Where the Wild Bees Sleep
Aunt Trina and Uncle Dale don’t know where to look. They aren’t as good at hide and seek as I am. They found my sister, Laurie, right away. She’s only five. I am going to be eight on my birthday. My aunt and uncle have a pretty house in the country, by a lake. They… Continue reading The Acorn
One of my friends, Jane Risdon, wrote a piece on growing up in the early ’70’s and I started remembering things too. Back when the Beatles and the Stones were so popular ( I did like them, ‘like’ them) it was The Kinks I loved. Their music made me dizzy, and the lyrics, “You really… Continue reading I was a Hippie
Trip to the Vet.
If we get up at six a.m., make coffee to go, feed the cat and hurry on to the interstate, we can make it to the Veterinary Medical Teaching Hospital at the University of California, Davis, for a ten a.m. appointment. We let the students and vets take our dog, a female American Bulldog, named Miga.… Continue reading Trip to the Vet
For many years I worked at a department store on the beach in Florida. I was supervisor of the Gifts Department. We sold all kinds of souvenirs of the beach and many other interesting gift items. Our base crew was about 12 people and our company was owned by a nice old Southern family. In… Continue reading The Jar of Tea
Athena Sparrowhawk and the goddess.
My favorite number is seven, the heptad. According to the great Pythagorean teachings, seven is symbolized by the goddess Athena. Because seven cannot be divided by any number than itself, it represents a fortress or acropolis. Seven brings order to nature, there are seven phases of the moon, seven Pleiades, seven parts of the body-… Continue reading Athena Sparrowhawk and the Goddess
When I was little I believed Christmas time was magic time. The angels would save the Little Match Girl and she wouldn’t really die in the street as the unaffected people walked by her. And the little boys, like Tiny Tim, would receive help from an unexpected source. The stories were written with kindness and… Continue reading Is Christmas Magic?
In the year 3470 we will still be human. We will still eat, sleep, have wishes and dreams, have children, have normal body functions, pleasures and desires. We will still grow our food. We will still have friends, listen to music and enjoy entertainments. Imagine in the year 700, a person with a good imagination… Continue reading Will Humans be Different in 1400 Years?
