“All my life through the new sights of nature made me rejoice like a child.” Marie Curie
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An Introvert Tries to do Marketing
I close my eyes and typeCreative EnergyAlive and freeMarketing makes me feelIncompetent and queasyStrange dichotomyBooks need two breaths of lifeAuthor’s inspirationReaders’ validation As I launch my new book, I feel myself cowering at the prospect of trying to make it known to people. I keep coming back to some words penned by Robert Service, the…
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Dreams, Fairy Tales, and the Search for Self
What is the earliest big dream you can remember having in your life? By “big” I mean a dream that left behind very vivid images and powerful feelings of connection to mystery. I may be odd in this respect, but this has always been an easy question for me to answer. I can place the…
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Pomegranates
Pomegranate seedsHades’ trickeryPersephone’s fallEight months aboveWith Mom DemeterFour months below with HadesTricked and trippedBy unconscious forcesWe struggle to rise above
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The Archeology of Memory
Several times near the end of her long life my grandmother mentioned a time when she was very young and her new immigrant father took her out in a little boat on a New York City beach. Gramma didn’t give a lot of detail, but this was obviously a precious moment that encapsulated a feeling…
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Perfect Trust
I was pondering the sad, awful state of America one day when I suddenly remembered an amazing encounter with a pair of Bald Eagles in Alaska. These birds mate for life, and ritually renew their devotion by grabbing each other’s talons in mid-air and tumbling head over head down before releasing and soaring back upward.…
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Green Nostalgia, My Grandmother’s Kitchen
Like the lone albatrossCircling the unconscious seaI float over the memoriesSurveying the childhoodI once inhabitedFrom every perspectiveI’ve studied my grandmother’s kitchenBut it is the view from aboveThe seabird’s scrutinyThat my mind’s eye always favorsThe narrow back staircasePeeling wallpaper, threadbare carpetAge and decayYet fragrant with ancient spicesMysterious witch hazelThe old radiators, clanking and hissingWith the same…
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