Tuesday, March 20

A Memory of Joy

Spring Equinox Haiku

Drenched Camellia

Periwinkle Blue

Inside the Leaves

I remember standing before the blooming camellia bush at the front of our family home. I was very young and craved the taste of my thumb sometimes. I wore my favorite sundress, yellow with white nubby polka dots. I was watching a bee land on a drop of water which pooled in the center of the shiny, deep green of the camellia leaf. Where was its home? What did it see? I conjured a story about a tiny fairy that loved to ride the furry backs of bees, sprinkling magic and color wherever the bees landed.

It was a Spring Sunday, right after church and I could smell the roast cooking and the coffee brewing and the scent of vanilla. I recall feeling the urge to help my mother in the kitchen where the good smells and hungry family swirled. Instead, I sat in the shade of the nearby dusty oleanders feeling the itch of pollen, and after I settled, I barely opened one eye to see the small particles floating around me, clear, yellow, green. I felt a tiny black ant creep along my bare toes and remember feeling a sleepy panic as I stood up, brushing my dress clean of leaves and ants.

Below the bee's bush, lived periwinkle flowers each with a face of fresh beauty no matter how hot the sun or how strong the wind. A tiny colony of fairies were gathered on this Sunday to worship their fairy god, and their glossy wings sparkled in the sunshine. The blue periwinkles sheltered this fairy kingdom and they shared their space with orange nasturtiums. Some flowers were good to eat, I was told. The orange ones tasted green and sharp. I remember wondering if my brothers told me to eat them to make me look foolish as I spit them out. This day felt lazy and filled with breezes, smells, flowers, and fantasy.

Thursday, March 8

Monday, December 25

Laugh or Cry

Christmas at Forest Lawn Memorial Park, Glendale, CA
Against All Odds

Time for Pigs to Fly

Don't Let The Bastards Get You Down

Well, I'm going to just say it...HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! I'm a Christmas kind of woman, but when the wretched refuse starts yammering about bringing back the christmas to a not-great America, the clouds part, I hear voices of angels projecting common sense to us starvlings. "Don't believe the hype," they proclaim in 4-part harmony. You people are some of the luckiest beings in the universe and the almighty has given all of you nirvana - so turn that bullshit frown upside down in 2018! Throw the bums out and revel in all goodness from on high, within you, without you, yadda yadda, yadda. As the great 20th Century philosopher, Frank Costanza, once bellowed, "Serenity Now!"

Wednesday, November 22

Saturday, October 21

Birthday Love and Rainbows

Songbird in the Sun

Apple Blossom Bounty

Love and Rainbows

A Birthday

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;

My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;

My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;

My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;

Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;

Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;

Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

Birthday Presents are Welcomed!

Battle for Birthday Mountain from MEL Films on Vimeo.