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Psychic Compost

Beltane and the Corona Lunacy II Monday gratefuls: Ancient friends. Fire. Shiva. Mario and Elizabeth. Tom and Roxann. Bill and Regina. Paul and Sarah. Kate and I. The heat coming. Earlier and earlier. Trump, showing us what we need to be, who we were. The pandemic, flushing out the past, opening the gates for a […]

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Nature Boy

Beltane and the Corona Lunacy II Saturday gratefuls: Rain. Soaking in, helping us all up here. Weakness yesterday. A bit down, a bit luproned, a bit tired. Worked out anyhow. Persistence. Seoah’s laugh. Kate’s good spirits. Rigel, who slept in her safe place because of the thunder. This computer, a reliable servant. My gas heater […]

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A Druid. A Priest.

Beltane and the Corona Lunacy II Friday gratefuls: Beau Jo’s pizza. A rain cloud creeping down Black Mountain. What’s your fire? Ode’s question for Sunday. Mussar folk. Silence. Clean speech. Jews. CBE. Alan on zoom yesterday. The Denver Post. The Washington Post. The New York Times. Charlie. You’re a druid! That was the Reverend Doctor […]

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You’re Getting There

Beltane and the Corona Lunacy II Sunday gratefuls: Jon, Ruth, Gabe. Joe, Seoah. Kate. Myself. The cool, 25 degree night. Bright Sun and a cerulean Sky. The waning gibbous Moon, high in the west. Rigel, Kep. Gertie. Old friends and new. CBE. Ruby. Ivory. Coronavirus. Cancer. COPD. Stay at home, self imposed. So many hermits. […]

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Shansin. Again.

Beltane and the Corona Lunacy II Monday gratefuls: Shansin. Four Mule Deer Does in the yard this morning. Romertopf. The Chicken that gave its life for our meal. Potatoes. Onions. Carrots. Garlic. Sesame oil. Old friends: Tom, Bill, Mark, Paul. Poetry. Wine for Kate. Those who wear masks. Those who don’t. These Mountains. Their Trees. […]

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Slouching No More

Beltane and Corona Lunacy II Sunday gratefuls: Anxiety, in good proportion it keeps me aware, alert. Kate’s string of good days. No more feedbag leakage. Much, much less stoma leakage. Sewing. She made five bowl hot pads yesterday. Track light fixtures that I can’t open. A search today. Seoah’s desire to see Joe. Another cool […]

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Not a vice

Spring and the Corona Lunacy II Thursday gratefuls: Overcast early morning. Kate, progress. Seoah and I at the grocery store. The clan that gathers on Tuesday mornings. That cool night. The howls. The coronavirus. Reshaping our lives, our history. Other plagues that teach us how to live with this one. History. Eduardo and Holly. Jude. […]

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Echoes of Peace

Spring and the Corona Lunacy II Buddy Scott Simpson found this in Judson Baptist’s newsletter. (Minneapolis) Echoes of Peace This song was inspired by the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe and all the tribes, nations, people coming together in North Dakota to protect the water and halt the construction of the Dakota Access Pipeline. More about […]

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A Pagan’s Way

Spring and the Corona Luna Wednesday gratefuls: Ed Smith. His hands. Kate’s new feeding tube. Getting there on the leaks. Slowly. Glacially. But, getting there. Seoah’s concern, love for Kate. Her helpfulness. Rigel and Kep, always. Masks. Gloves. Those who hope the coronavirus will lead us to rethink society. Among them me. Mountain Waste Removal. […]

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God Doesn’t Need to Come Down to a Mountain

Spring and the Corona Luna Tuesday gratefuls: “This is my second home,” Seoah on a call to Joe last night. 2 degrees with snow continuing. The Happy Camper. THC for night. Mark, our mail carrier. The chicken that died for our supper. The soil that nurtured the potatoes and the carrots. Oxygen at night. Bandages […]

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