Friday, August 31, 2007

a coup of sorts....

today (well technically it was yesterday thursday august 30) ms t and I spent most of the day
walking around town running various errands - my principle mission was asking various shops and establishments if I could put a poster for monday's 'peace show' up in their window. overall this mission was most successful - we almost had a 100% 'acceptance rate' - strangely the only place I went which refused my request was the local independently owned 'organic' or 'alternative' market - GO FIGURE!! I can't make it out, other than speculate that I didn't actually do the direct asking of 'the power that be.' the person who asked the person who made the decision was some random employee (read flunkie) I expect since this decision maker didn't actually see MY face, not to mention see my partner on this mission - the adorable ms. t's face (who at two is absolutely adorable and would have anyone agree to anything!) turned down the request probably thinking only 'who is bothering me, I'm having a bad day, screw them!' however disappointment aside, I do feel we did have a postering coup -- the storefront (which is a hair salon) right next to the area's armed forces recruiting center enthusiastically approved of our request. I take great pleasure thinking of our peace show poster being displayed in all of its non-violence glory in the window next to the region's main recruiting office for the military. yes, yes this is immensely satisfying. (unfortunately I did not have my camera with but I did snap a picture with my handy, dandy ever present cell phone.

the area's peace community is holding its sixth annual 'peace show' on monday - weatherwise the forecast is for a stellar day which has me hoping that we break last year's record breaking attendance record. we have a terrific line up of music and activities for children and adults all lined up. the event aims at showing how community building and positive and affirming connections work and make the world go round, aggression and war doesn't! if you are in cleveland on monday afternoon - september 3rd - mosey on down to the FREE stamp - I can guarantee you will have a good time and some serious fun!

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

life is good

new bud in the hood and she likes to play scrabble. life is good!


Tuesday, August 28, 2007

more moon madness

around 7 am this morning after f and I were up for a bit, we were talking about the brightness of the moon. still having a bit of moon fever, I asked f to look out to the west to see if he could find the full moon in the sky. he looked out and informed me that he didn't see it. I replied, 'oh, I guess it already set.' well it had but this is what was occurring at that very time:

thanks keith for drawing my attention to the fact that we had a lunar eclipse this morning. had I been out in olympia with you guys at 3:30 PDT gazing at the moon and doing my moonshadow dance I would have seen it or not seen it!

faithful light

Oh, I'm bein' followed by a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow
Leapin and hoppin' on a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow

And if I ever lose my hands, lose my plough, lose my land,
Oh if I ever lose my hands, Oh if.... I won't have to work no more.
And if I ever lose my eyes, if my colours all run dry,
Yes if I ever lose my eyes, Oh if.... I won't have to cry no more.

And if I ever lose my legs, I won't moan, and I won't beg,
Yes if I ever lose my legs, Oh if.... I won't have to walk no more.
And if I ever lose my mouth, all my teeth, north and south,
Yes if I ever lose my mouth, Oh if.... I won't have to talk...

Did it take long to find me? I asked the faithful light.
Did it take long to find me? And are you gonna stay the night?

Yusuf Islam (aka Steven Demetre Georgiou aka Cat Stevens)

last night or should I say this morning at around 3 am the bright light of the moon woke me up as it came streaming through the bedroom window. this is the second night in a row that the moon tricked me into believing it was time to get up. unlike the night before when I just shuffled to the bathroom and returned right to bed, this morning I went out to the back porch to bath in the light of the moon. the moon was gorgeous and its shadow strong and dramatic. yusuf islam's (the artist formerly known as cat stevens) classic pop song began to rattle about in my head and soon rosie the cat and I were dancing in the light of sister moon. after a bit I went into the house, grabbed my camera and came back outside interested in seeing if I could take a picture of a moonshadow. unfortunately, I wasn't interested in rummaging about the house looking for my tripod. perhaps tonight before I go to bed I'll set up the camera on its tripod, should the moon wake me again I will be prepared to capture the moon!

moon names for the full moon in august: green corn moon, harvest moon, dog's day moon, dispute moon, and my favorite woman's moon (choctaw)

picture: moonshadow, august 28, 2007

Monday, August 27, 2007

arf, arf

We are the only ones who can heal ourselves, sometimes with assistance,
sometimes not. Trust yourself. Listen to your own voice.
Agnes Whistling Elk as quoted in Jaguar Woman by Lynn V. Andrews

today's fun...ever wonder what type of dog you would be if you were a dog? well now you can find out!

"There's a dog inside all of us, waiting to be let out. This game is based on a computer called SUKA, built in 1975 by Russian scientist Mikhail Volkonsky and now housed in a London museum.

SUKA is powered by CATS (Canine Algorithmic Transfer System™) which is able to determine what kind of dog you are. Simply answer 10 questions, being as honest and accurate as possible and CATS will calculate which breed you resemble the most." play now

picture: my neighbor olivia, who btw is reportedly a shaman august 2007

Saturday, August 25, 2007


It is not what they profess but what they practice that makes them good.
greek proverb

this is the weekend for cleveland's premier greek festival at saints constantine and helen cathedral. although we aren't quite as religious in attending the greek festival as we are attending cleveland's irish festival we are always delighted when our friends who live near the festival invite us over so we can attend en mass. as someone who generally thinks in terms of seasons, this festival is a marker that summer is just about over.

when we arrived at the festival a bit after 8 the weather was what it has been like the last few days - hot and humid - basically horrible. in fact, the weather was so bad on thursday I broke down and turned the a/c on in the studio. I had work to do and I was beginning to worry that stella, the studio cat, was going to fry. to think, I almost made it through an entire year without turning on the a/c . but, in self reflection, it is for the best that I turned the a/c on, just one more thing to get all self-righteous about. self-righteousness definitely one of my many shadow self issues. I'm trying to work on it - I swear!

I digress, back to the issue of 'summer is over' I believe we felt it happen! there we were sitting, sweating and sweltering but having a grand time. a gathering of friends in a throng of noisy, happy people. we were chattering away and with three of the group in bookgroup together our conversation mainly was about the upcoming bookgroup meeting and what books we each planned to suggest - isn't book talk the best? the food was fantastic greek fare (ah the calamari!), there was wonderful music, and thanks to p we even enjoyed a nip of ozo. then at exactly 9:14 we all felt summer leaving as a wonderful dry-COOL wind blew in! OPA!

pictures: top-girls headbands for sale; bottom-Loukoumades (or what we call yummy honey balls or 'fat pills' - fortunately only enough for 1 each in our little party!)

Thursday, August 23, 2007

hey ya....

should you be needing a little lift right now...yeah you know who you are ;) hang in there...

and as telly savalas would say 'who loves ya, baby?....I do'

brilliant and bright

When the doors of perception are cleansed, man will see things as they truly are, infinite.
William Blake (1757 - 1827) English engraver, illustrator, & poet

for fans of the historical novel 'girl with a pearl earring, tracy chevalier does it again! this time she turns her imagination loose on william blake and his era. in burning bright chevalier magnificently captures the tumultuous era in which he lived. although I'm only partly way through the book my thoughts wander to wonder about what will be in store for maggie, masie and jem - children whose lives touch the mystical, creative and brilliant blake.

picture: lakewood, ohio august 2007

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

seasonal thoughts

it appears that for most communities in the united states, this week and next mark the start of school. I'd like to know what happened to waiting until after labor day to start school? I don't want to sound like an old geezer, but back when I was I kid, school started the day after labor day and went until the middle or end of june. in the cleveland public schools kids start school tomorrow; however the cleveland area is a crazy quilt of start dates -one town starts classes on one day another town on another day.

although it's been a while since I've had to deal with all the 'back to school' stuff, my psyche is ingrained with a seasonal calendar. in anticipation of september I revert back to my childhood mindset and start getting excited and psyched up for new things. I begin to make resolutions about improving my community involvements; getting new projects off the ground; improving my health habits (e.g., eat better, exercise more, and try to get more sleep) -- basically, I think "time to get serious and stop playing around so much."

speaking of getting serious, I suggest that its time (actually well past time) our country gets serious and starts getting down to business to fix the problems plaguing our country's infrastructure. here on the mouse I have a 'clicker' that shows how much the war in iraq costs. imagine if the money being spent on warfare and the occupation of iraq was redirected toward fixing some of the problems here within the united states!

two years ago the consequences of hurricane katrina were more dire than they should have been had the levees and other infrastructures been maintained. the recent tragic bridge collapse in minneapolis might be another tragedy perhaps what might be a series of catastrophic failures within the country if we don't start getting serious. the american society of civil engineers (asce) routinely monitor the country's infrastructure. what the asce has found is beyond depressing; it's not just the report on bridges that looks bad - in fact bridges seem to be the least of our problems considering their overall grade is a "C" - in the latest report there are ten categories of resources that receive grades of "D" - including: aviation, dams, energy, roads, schools, and transit. I heartily recommend checking it out.

picture: lorain avenue bridge as seen from the rocky river reservation. cleveland, august 2007

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

capturing the sacred

"I think in terms of creating configuration out of chaos, rather than following any conventional rules of composition." Ansel Adams (1902-1984)

last week I had finally made it to the cleveland institute of art to see the ansel adams exhibition - whew, even though it's been in town since may, to think I almost missed it (saturday was it's last day). I have always found a deep sense of the sacred in adams photographs of the natural world. who is not familiar with his iconic image of moon and half dome in yosemite and his images/landscapes of other wondrous places in the american west. however, before taking in this exhibition I never realized that adams was also a master with respect to portraiture.

in 1980 jimmy carter awarded adams with the presidential medal of freedom for "his efforts to preserve this country's wild and scenic areas, both on film and on earth." unfortunately our wild and scenic areas are continuing to be threated, in fact because of greed, the quest for fossil fuels, and global climate change, these places are at more at risk than they were back in 1980. I pray our wild and scenic places do not go the way of so many animal species - magnificent creatures now found only within the confines of zoos or preserves. will our wild places be found only in images hung of gallery walls?

although far from complete, I have found a great site for finding out information on current and future exhibitions of ansel adams photographs: ansel adams gallery

Monday, August 20, 2007

make it so

Peace is not the product of terror or fear.
Peace is not the silence of cemeteries.
Peace is not the silent revolt of violent repression.
Peace is the generous, tranquil contribution of all to the good of all.
Peace is dynamism. Peace is generosity.
It is right and it is duty.
Bishop Óscar Romero (1917-1980) Archbishop of San Salvador

picture: peace pole at church of the covenant, cleveland, august 2007

Sunday, August 19, 2007

wall wisdom

If there is love, there is hope to have real families, real brotherhood, real equanimity, real peace. If the love within your mind is lost, if you continue to see other beings as enemies, then no matter how much knowledge or education you have, no matter how much material progress is made, only suffering and confusion will ensue.
Tenzin Gyatso (born July 6, 1935) 14th Dalai Lama

picture: graffiti ~ rocky river reservation, cleveland august 2007

Friday, August 17, 2007

no fear

I cannot help fearing that men may reach a point where they look on every new theory as a danger, every innovation as a toilsome trouble, every social advance as a first step toward revolution, and that they may absolutely refuse to move at all.
Alexis de Tocqueville (1805-1859) political philosopher & historian

picture: triskett rta station, cleveland august, 2007

Thursday, August 16, 2007

morphing madness

similar to the popular 'women in art' experience I just learned of another wonderful morph. this time it's the faces of women in film that blend and evolve - from the early days with women such as lillian gish, mary pickford, and olivia de haviland right up to the present with the likes of jodi foster, penelope cruz and halle berry. sit back and enjoy!

I just have to exclaim that this whole youtube thing is simply absolutely fabulous! last night after 'bath-time' w/ mademoiselle c and mr. s I went to the computer with the intention of finding the words to the ladybug picnic, which I had been singing to the kids, but couldn't get much past the singing out of the numbers. so I googled 'ladybug picnic' not only did I find the words to the song, but I also found several videos of the song! that of course to spending the next 30 minutes on youtube watching and singing sesame street songs. finallyl papa bear came to my house to take the kiddos home. okay question - is time spent w/ youtube as intellectually suspect as time spent before the 'idiot box'???

thanks dlp for the lead on the film morph!

the future

Children are one third of our population and all of our future.
~Select Panel for the Promotion of Child Health, 1981

picture: thanks to whoever picked up my camera and captured me with some of my wee buds. summer 2007

hanging in the hood

if pastor patrick picks pecks of pickled peppers? how many pecks of pickled peppers would pastor patrick pick?
pastor patrick didn't park a prius, pontiac, peugout, prelude, or porsche but rather a mercury, poo poo....

dontcha just love clever signs?

no idea what type of lily these are only that they are one of the most fragrant flowers about

boo hoo - no more pretzel mice as there's no more bavarian bakery in the hood

pictures: a few pictures from wandering about the hood on 15 august. lakewood, 2007

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

political lobotomy

karl rove has frequently been referred to as 'bush's brain' once he's gone where will that leave mr bush?

can't say that I'm surprised or saddened by the news of rove's impending departure. bush's approval ratings are at an all time low. the heat is on. time to get out of the fire.


some may say mr. rove's work is done. after all he:

1) orchestrated the largest scam in US history getting W (or dubya) into the presidency - not once but twice! I mean here is dubya, until rove got hold of him his claims to fame were: having george h. w. bush as a daddy; going AWOL with the national guard during the vietnam war; buying an oil company and bringing it to bankruptcy; and finding jesus (effectively clearing him of all youthful indiscretions' - e.g., alcoholism and suspected drug use)

2) is credited with being behind the lie that lead to the US invasion of iraq (weapons of mass destruction)

and then there are the little matters of mr. rove's role in the exposure of a cia operative, his involvement with the fiasco at the justice department, and having a hand in going from a situation where under the clinton administration the national debt was being curtailed to a political and economic environment in which we have both the steepest rise and biggest debt in history. I guess we can't really say these are accomplishments!

adiós karl, will you please take dubya and dick with you?

picture: praying mantis

Monday, August 13, 2007


yet another example of synchronicity! this morning I was going to skip putting up a post and instead just use my 'blogging time' to do a bit of catching up. however I had to adjust my plan in order to share an interesting article and discussion that jenclair has going on over at her book blog since it is so pertinent to my current quest. at wednesday's bookgroup meeting we had our pre-selection meeting discussion about whether we'd have a theme or not for the upcoming year. during september the bookgroup forgos discussing a specific book and instead we have our annual potluck blow-out. this party consists of lots of wonderful food, a good bit of wine, a pile of books, and much impassioned discussion and debate. each member offers a couple or three titles from which we select eleven books to read during our next 'year of reading'. since there are 15 bookwomen in my bookgroup we generally have quite a number of books to consider!

on wednesday the group landed on the theme "american classics from the first half of the 20th century." the theme is defined this as books published in NORTH AMERICA between january 1, 1900 and december 31, 1959- furthermore all types of material will be considered fiction, non-fiction, plays and poetry. I have been contemplating what I'd like to suggest so far I have 3 titles, but am definitely open to any creative suggestions. as of now I'm considering offering "shadows on the rock" by willa cather; "wise blood" by flannery o'connor; and "main street" by sinclair lewis - of these three books "wise blood" is the only book I've actually read, however I think that was about twenty years ago!

like so many great minds, I expect our group will have various notions as to what constitutes a classic. but perhaps italo calvino did say it best when he remarked that "A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say."

picture: see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil mouse cups (thanks jane, they're the best as are you!)

Sunday, August 12, 2007

what am I??

I'm a total sucker for these internet quizzes where you click on the link to find out what kind of something-or-other you are. I hadn't taken one in a while, but this weekend I took two! the first was the other day when I went over to visit ms mamma and she had a post with the link to take the quiz to find out what 'what brady you are'. ms mamma, quite appropriately appears to be 'jan brady' - 'brainy and an absolute babe' (altho like jan she probably believes she's neither) for those of you unfamiliar with ms. mamma I absolutely love her and her blog and am pleased to consider her a friend although one I haven't actually met! but from what I've read she's a kindred spirit and a very talented and sensitive soul. one day I hope I will actually meet her and her adorable snowflake in the flesh! I wasn't a brady bunch aficionado, but since I'm not a total cultural mushroom I am familiar with the family. for those inquiring minds wanting to know it turns out I am bobby brady! bobby was the baby of the family who apparently is highly competitive, talented, yet a total brat. well I am definitely a brat and have been accused by those I play scrabble, cards and racquetball with as obnoxiously competitive (however I don't see it -- I don't mind losing - I just always try to win! isn't that what you are supposed to do when you play a game?)

well just now I just popped over to absolute vanilla's blog. av posted a quiz which sets out to determine what type of chocolate one is. since I am a chocolate aficionado and just 30 minutes ago I finished off my entire stash of chocolate - 6 hershey's kisses and 3 dark chocolate mint rectangles I pilfered from somewhere (yeah, yeah, I know it's not chocolate from la maison du chocolat, but what is a poor girl from cleveland supposed to do?) I figured it would be appropriate to take the chocolate quiz.

turns out am 'dark chocolate' even before I read the description about what this means, the categorization pleases me no end. dark chocolate is my absolutely favorite type of chocolate (hint, hint!) thank god I didn't turn out to be white chocolate I abhor that wretched impostor. personally I don't know why it is called chocolate! the vile stuff doesn't have any cocoa in it...yeah it has cocoa butter but that's just fat! sorry I digress... and I'm really sorry if you took the quiz and found out you are 'white chocolate' I'm sure you are very sweet and I'm sure I'd like you, but really chocolate???

You are Dark Chocolate

You live your life with intensity, always going full force.
You push yourself (and others) to the limit... you want more than you can handle.
An extreme person, you challenge and inspire the world!

tempus fugit

Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.
Lin Yutang (1895-1976) Chinese writer & philosopher

yesterday f and I attended the burning river festival at wendy park. we first attended this annual festival in 2005, fitting that during a trip to attend an environmental event we became aware of the monarchs' migration schedule through northeastern ohio. that year during our ride on the rta we noticed the increase in the number of monarch butterflies flying about as we encountered hundreds, if not thousands of monarchs feasting on the plants growing along the train tracks. the monarchs return indicates that summer will soon be over- oh, how quickly time flies.

picture: butterfly and bee on milkweed ~ cleveland august 2007

Friday, August 10, 2007

the spice of life

There is an abiding beauty which may be appreciated by those who will see things as they are and who will ask for no reward except to see.
Vera Brittain (1893-1970) writer, feminist, pacifist

picture: jane's sunflowers ~ oberlin, ohio august 2007

Thursday, August 9, 2007

travels with gustave

last night at bookgroup j mentioned that in mid-september one of her friends was going to accompany kermit the frog during his visit to our fair city. since I've had a crush on kermie since well, forever, I volunteered to join the entourage. unfortunately j said that every time she mentions his visit people start clamouring to join kermit's posse. hopefully I made a strong case after all, kermit and I are the same age (well he's actually 2 months older than I am - and we both were born in the south a mere 350 miles apart!) I think we do have a most special connection.

as previously mentioned on the mouse, one thing leads to another and bookgroup soon started talking about the gnome in the marvelous movie Amélie. which of course led me to think about my adventures with a toy giraffe during one of my trips to paris. initially I was taking the giraffe to give to my nephew. every year f gets a few giraffes as advertising gimicks from one of the vendors at work. while f and I were sitting in the airport bar waiting for our connecting flight I opened my backpack and noticed the giraffe. somehow that made us start talking about amélie and her gnome. of course being the 'queen of good ideas' I thought wow wouldn't be fun to take the giraffe around with us and take pictures of it with some of the sights. who knows maybe I could turn it into a children's book. before I gave the giraffe to adam, the giraffe saw the sights of paris. later we named the giraffe gustave in honor of gustave eiffel since from a certain angle the giraffe really looks like his most famous tower.

my sweet f was initially mortified that I kept pulling gustave from my bag to set up a photo. but as we know enthusiasm is contagious, it wasn't long before f and our friends alice & keith were all swept away with the project.

in anticipation of kermit's visit and in tribute to amélie's gnome I present a few pictures from gustave's travels. who knows maybe someone is in need of a little armchair travel and will enjoy the tour!

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

too darn hot

Jazz is the only music in which the same note can be played night after night but differently each time.

-Ornette Coleman (b.1930) musician, composer

in the way one thing leads to another, ms mamma's post started me thinking about the sax and how I too love the sax. it's versatility is incredible -- it warbles, it cries, it haunts, it wails, and it can both transports me to places far, far away and also have me totally in the moment. a completely zen experience. only a couple other instruments pierce my heart and reaches into my soul like a saxophone can - in the right hands the violin and guitar have the same effect.

thinking of the sax leads me think about jazz and the expression of red hot jazz. unfortunately this brings me back to the weather. okay, yes it's august - it's supposed to be hot, but really now there are limits - I'm sweltering, I'm sweating, I'm seriously reconsidering my resolve to make it through the year without turning on the window unit!

cole porter said it best it's too darn hot.... here I am right back to ms mamma's post with perhaps the reason that maybe she isn't getting enough sax these days. ;)

picture: sax player as seen from atop the centre pompidou. paris, october 2005

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

summertime beauty

Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it.
-Bernard Melzer (1917-1998) urban planner & radio host

photo: virginia, august 2007

thank you!

what a lovely surprise to come home and find that LM, my amazingly talented and inspirational friend-I've-never met down in the land of oz, has awarded me with a 'thoughtful blogger award' - thank you LM you have made my day (if not month!)

thanks to all my cyberbuds who sent warm birthday wishes to my dad. we had a wonderful family gathering. the slide show was a success, nary a dry eye was to be found - the mix of old photos and the accompanying soundtrack of lena horne (moon river), tony bennett (fly me to the moon), and louis armstrong (blueberry hill) did the trick!

I came home with a trunk load of old slides. if we get snowed in this winter I can start on the task of converting the cream of the crop to digital files (with global climate change one doesn't know what the winter will have in store - I'm expecting I'll be going off on a rant pretty soon about the whole climate change situation and the reluctance of the u.s.a to really get with the program). ms. mamma I love the idea of incorporating some of the old pictures into a family memory quilt. although I haven't yet gotten into doing anything with the photo transfer thing-y I have been intrigued with the process for a while.

by the way, in case you were wondering, heading to the moon is much easier than you might have imagined - turns out it's near beaver!

pictures: 'godspeed,' california, 1956; highway near pittsburgh august, 2007)

special thanks to ll for tweaking the picture of my folks - you are a master!

Thursday, August 2, 2007

happy birthday flyboy!

summertime and once again the mouse is hitting the road. this time we're off to help celebrate my dad's 85th birthday. my father is typical for a person who has reached such nice big number in that he's got all the things he needs. bringing a gift to a party for an 85 year old is both superfluous and undesirable. folks my dad's age are interested in getting rid of things not acquiring things. but really 85, the number alone calls for something! putting on my thinking cap I came up with I what I hope will be the perfect gift - a visual and virtual trip down memory lane!

over the last week I've been engaged in a family-based archeology project scrounging boxes of old family photos and picture albums in order to put together a little multi-media show for dad. it's been great fun, I even had the good fortune to run across a box of slides of photos my father took during the 1960s. fortunately when it comes to digital issues, I have a technologically knowledgeable daughter who knew exactly what we needed to do to incorporate the slides into the show. we could either job it out or do it ourselves. we elected to do it ourselves, or I should say I elected to have em do it; I would help by purchasing the appropriate scanner and picking out which slides to use. so while I've been busy at my house scanning old photos (on my conventional scanner), em was been busy at her house converting the slides into jpeg files. (by the way these scanners aren't too terribly expensive and what they can do is amazing -- not only can they convert slides but they can also do negatives! ah the world of possibilities for new projects!)

my dad was born on august 3. which according to The Secret Language of Birthdays is "the day of the dangerous quest." the description for people born on this day begins: "Those born on August 3 are attracted to danger in one form or another." well what can I say, once again this book hits the nail on the head! for twenty-eight years my dad was in the navy as an a aviator. in his early navy days he was a test pilot then he graduated to be one of those guys who take off and land on aircraft carriers -- darned dangerous activities if you ask me! what a gift we have been given - my father survived all the dangers he faced and doing quite well. in honor of my dad I'll end today's post with a quote from one of his favorite books, Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Don't believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding, find out what you already know, and you'll see the way to fly.
-Richard Bach (b.1936 - ) author and aviator

picture: top-my dad the flyboy 1944; middle-engaging in said dangerous activities; bottom - seagull looking for a handout, along the oregon coast

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

all clear

The good news is that when our energy isn’t engaged in conflict, our possibility eyes open and all becomes clear.

picture: jack making signs, kentucky community garden, cleveland. june 2007