The quieter I become, the louder the messengers of the past… within the well of my being notes resonate, seeking translation.
Ghostly echos from the past are embedded in my bones. The dna cannot be ignored, it has hitched a ride.
Take your breath bones and speak to me, tell me who you are.
As thoughts, memories, bookmarked stories and ideas trail across my brain there is no resting. The heart beats, blood pulsing in and out, in and out of my veins as life demands attention now.
Living in a small town it’s easy to get things done as a pedestrian. Even though I have a car after four years without, I really don’t need to drive much. #mbnov
I would love to mask the sciatica pain from my my hip and leg so hopefully the cortisone shot brings relief soon. I’ve read it can take a few days. Grrr… I don’t like drugs. #mbnov
Arguing two distinct moral principles most likely poses a dilemma for those individuals debating at our higher courts. #mbnov
I had to adjust my attitude after being frustrated on the computer. Why do some things appear to be easy and end up being so complicated? Anyway, yoga helped; that was the adjustment tool. #mbnov
Albert Einstein said: “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” I would call that good advice. #mbnov
The provision, being chicken mole, was indeed made from chicken stock. As a result of all my cooking today, I’ve posted late. #mbnov
Today I cooked a chicken that I will use in my mole. I did not capture the creature. It had some feather quills still present reminding me it was once an active being. #mbnov
Winter in my area is the best time of the year. The humidity has dropped to a comfortable level and the mornings are cool. Life is life. #mbnov
Dreams fade. The day begins. A desire to learn something new helps me shake off the cobwebs still clinging to my being. I rise. #mbnov
Technology has made what once seemed impossible, possible. That’s it; my short sweet post, lol. #mbnov
Boys on bikes.
There were three of them, young boys on bicycles behind me riding a bit recklessly so I moved out of the way. As they got closer I could hear one of the kids singing a little ditty. I think it was a nonsensical tune that included calling out the names of the nearby pueblos. As they passed by me I heard an English word repeated and I figured they added this for my sake, the gringa.
I was already smiling, getting a kick out of their harmless play when I noticed on the other side of the jardín they were now batting the branches of a tree and stirring up the resting birds. Nature disturbed, locals dining on tacos now watching the commotion, birds flying, oh my. I smiled some more.
A long time ago I was going to give up coffee. Someone suggested to me that I could think of caffeine as my ally to use as needed. To this day I have a wonderful dependence on my ally coffee. It’s my favorite drug. #mbnov
I never knew there was a poor me until someone said so. Ending up in a foster home, not living with my real parents, there must have been something wrong with me. Up until that moment, before being called out, I was fine. I had my train ticket. I was happy. #mbnov
Many years ago I had a job making hand made tile. We handled bricks of moist clay and one of the first things that I learned was that clay has memory. We were encouraged to handle the clay as little as possible during the process of rolling it out on plaster bats. #mbnov
