TWO GREY HEADS . . .
. . . in our Green Acres Permaculture Village greenhouse, potting up seedlings, discussing the state of the world. Knowing that I see things very differently than he does — than most of my friend
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GREEN ACRES VILLAGE, Saturday, June 2023: FUN WORK PARTY
June 23, 2023 Work Party: We (Selectively) Clear An Overgrown, Neglected Front Garden . . .
The Shadow Knows . . .
Hey, all you over-80-year-olds! Remember that radio show, The Shadow? I loved it, would listen to it as a kid while down with a fever. A rare and delicious time. House quiet with all sibling
Tiger Kitty and Puppy Shadow and I keep our vet appointment, and I shell out for flea meds
Just as with my own recent experiences with western allopathic medicine (broken wrist and weird lesion on back), I was both curious and full of dread prior to going to the long-standing vet appoint
LIFE INSIDE THE MAELSTROM: As Usual, on the Surface. But Just Below?
I look at my own life, and none of the scary stuff we’re told about is obvious; daily routines continue as usual. Work parties in the garden or greenhouse twice a week. Community Dinne
Did-Shadow-Eat-Turkey-Bones Drama/Trauma Appears Over
Note the caveat, “appears.” Not quite 48 hours yet. See below. Post-Thanksgiving Vigil, i.e., reverberating drama/trauma, over. SO OVER! I watched 15-year-old puppy Shadow closely all
SIGNS OF TOWN/GOWN UNIFICATION? Or: Puppy Shadow, the Ambassador!
Hold on, friends, this is a long post. Last Thursday, I think it was, a tall, polite young man walked the Green Acres Neighborhood to let us know of an event they were planning for this just
My work during tumultuous times: TONGLEN. Is it yours as well?
Note, this is the third of three posts (see here and here) wherein I aim to help us move into the heart of being as well as gain the kind of perspective needed to survive the collective trauma stil
Me and My Shadow, one more time
Oops! I was wrong. I thought I got puppy Shadow in 2009, but it was 2011. So he was “only” 15 when he died. Even so, I realized last night, with a laugh, that he is the longest primary
FULL HEART, OPEN MIND: Navigating CURRENTS of personal grief inside all-too-human (exceedingly vicious) STORMS
(Posts on Puppy Shadow’s departure begin with his death on June 4. About six posts so far; I keep thinking I’m done . . .) Let’s see now. Do I allow myself to continue on m
