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Shanah Tovah
The breath scent of mother fig under the chuppah of life time got sucked up into a late-summer straw fully enjoyed, fortunately, but fast fast fast leaving us reeling – never ready, breathless standing under canopies of scarlet leaves, in … Continue reading
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Tagged clean slate, High Holidays, new life, New Year, Rosh Hashanah, source of all
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Harvest in the Dark
Late summer dinner:Ripeness collides with early night. I slice tomatoes, each a mini sun, as crickets lay their sound bed down. Corn percolates in the boiling pot – Outside, velvet dark. To stay good with the powers beyond, I notice the once-only moment, … Continue reading
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Tagged fall, fullness, Fullness is all, light and dark, ripeness is all, seasonal change, seasons
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Inside the Summer Chant
My best poem of last summer…a winsome stranger.When then friends asked about a line, I confided its secret. I was so tuned. Now Greece is far away,another September song come. I lean in. As I stand by the window slicing tomatoes and … Continue reading
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Tagged core, Greece, philosophy, summer, the way, wisdom tradition, zen
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Barcelona Pavilion’s Chaotic Now Moment
I was star-struck the first time I saw The German Pavilion, the model house designed in 1929 by Mies van der Rohe and Lilly Reich at the foot of Montjuic in Barcelona. This low-slung, elegant landmark of clean lines and reflections … Continue reading
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Shifting Homes
How versatile, pliable, handy the word “home.”Slippery as soap, foamy and comforting in a body way. It was someone else’s room yesterday, but today, it has winked,it has taken our toothbrushes into its interior. Its namerolls off our tongues after a day … Continue reading
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Silence of the Monks
Monasteries and hermitages, a faint silhouette in a shimmering light. As we arrive by car, then foot, or by tortuous road, the outline thickens against the ochre stone and cliffs. They loom as minor fortresses, angled like a prism, slim … Continue reading
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Tagged Camelas, existential questions, isolation, monasteries, Portugal, refuge, restless recalcitrant, Sant Marti, Sao Paolo, travel writing
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She Plays Still
Her bright caftan flows around her body seated in the middle of a crowd. Her feet in jaunty sandals still exposed. Her tune – not the drama of fado, simplyher breath, her face, the simple but brightmelancholy of her melodica. She has known … Continue reading
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Tagged consumerism, Fires, flaneur, Lisbon, music, Portugal, resilience, street musicians
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Black Pork Cheeks, Fries, Political Football
We were winding around the margins of a small village in the margins of Portugal, looking for a late Sunday night dinner. Earlier there had been sun-drenchedempty alleys…now a traditional room, wooden sideboards with wine glass on crocheted lace. White tablecloths layered … Continue reading
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Tagged Alentejo, Biden, global consciousness, Portugal, presidential race, provincial, Redondo, travel, US Politics
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Beyond the Green Azores Garden
Some might see the Azores, islands aboriginal and tending back to pasture green, as a perfect chance to return to the garden. The undeniable lushness, the backing track of cooing doves, the garden both arid for grapes and tropical for papayas. … Continue reading
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Tagged Agamben, Eden, here and now, Portugal, travel writing
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