Commune

I sold my mothers dining room table last night. One of the last things my mother mentioned to me, in her right mind, was what a poor job I was doing taking care of it. She was right but I like to believe it came alive in the second part of it’s life, rather than sitting lonely in a room waiting for people to commune around it only a few times a month.

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Conversations with my Father

Grace Paley

I started the day wishing you Happy Birthday wherever you are - whether you’re Stardust or a being in a different ecosystem. Your memory is still so alive in all our hearts. But oh how I miss the sound of your voice and your laugh.

"Ask yourself one question: does this path have heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn't it is of no use." 
- Carlos Castenda

I’m not even sure I know how to truly sense the heart of some thing. My mind plays tricks on me and I project what I think are peoples intentions. I’m still working on trying to find my heart; to listen to its desires. I feel so lost, sometimes trying to let my heart lead. Perhaps just for today I will listen.

Fresh Cut


It's amazing what can unfold in a year's time. These two keep getting funnier and sassier. 
I love every minute of it. I know they'll put me through my paces like an good comedic genius would.

too funny...


The tomatoes were on autopilot once we got them in to the ground. I know I posted it before but once they started to bloom, each day felt like a scavenger hunt of flavor. I'm so sad to see the cold set in. We have so many green ones left; miss A still tries to make a dent in them.