Dreamways

Vision.  I’m in Paseo Park. It is daytime. A golden sunlight caresses everything. I am standing, I am hovering. There are no people around. The streets are quiet, but the feeling is friendly, rather than ominous. I am across from Stratton, looking at the school. I look at the red brick apartments across from Stratton. I ponder what I’m seeing.

I’m at the Union Blvd. house, current and past, outside the house and inside. I look with what feels like true compassionate curiosity. My Heart opens up to this childhood geography.  read more »

A cold, gray wintery Wednesday morning. Spring has arrived in an ice box.

I am feeling quite stunned after last night’s HOA Owners‘ Meeting. The vote was to retain both Alvin and myself and expel Dell. That result was and is absolutely stunning to me. I was 100% ready to bid the post a fond adieu.

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More SIGNS OF VIOLENCE. Walking the half block along 13th Ave. from Gaylord to the office, I spottted detritus at the foot of one of the smaller ash trees in the narrow parking strip before Connie’s house. There were dribs and drabs of black plastic, some shards of glass. „Hm,“ I thought, „car accident remains.“ Then I noticed bits of bark. A couple of feet up the trunk was a basketball-sized gash, where a vehicle had crashed into the tree, the yellow wound stripped of bark. Near the sidealk lay a large piece of bark, nearly the size of the gash.  read more »