work in progress.

kardinal made me smile yesterday with his tattoo.

a cancellation between clients left me with time on my hands…time is art.

Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.

“They burned in my heart and drove me to all the boldest acts of daring, and forced me to rise above myself. You let me see truths of which I had no previous inkling. You let me undertake journeys, whose endless length would have scared me, if the knowledge of them had not been secure in you.”-C.G. Jung, The Red Book

obstinate trust

Góngora writes about a bee and her hive:

a rustling amazon, winged dido she,

though of a more chaste army, and more fair

republic, girded, by no rampart’s screen,

but cork bark; in this carthage, then, behold

the bee as queen who shines with wandering gold;

either the sap she drinks from the pure air,

or else the exudation of the skies

that sip the spittle from each silent star.

que sin corazon vuela y sin espada,

susurrante amazone, Dido alada,

de ejercito mas casto, de mas bella

republica, cenida, en vez de muros,

de cortezas; en esta, pues, Cartago,

reina la abeja, oro brillando vago,

o el jugo bebe de los aires puros,

o el sudor de los cielos, cuando liba

de las mudas estrellas la saliva.

better in spanish even with the neglected accents.

paul robeson

seedlings came up quick this year.  paul robeson tomatoes (good for short summers) and something i call elephant dick amaranth.  cuz that’s exactly what it looks like when it grows up.

and a lovely letter to read with morning coffee, written on yokohama stationery. good day for inside work.

papa dukes caught the hiccups while i was trimming round his ears, got left with a bald patch.  i turned it into a lightning bolt.  i hope that by the time he’s old enough to care, i’m better at giving him hair cuts.
last night he got to try pozole rojo and a belizean salad that is served at a place called Maya King, a local cafe in the middle of a banana plantation.  and i got some much needed reiki.  

papa dukes caught the hiccups while i was trimming round his ears, got left with a bald patch.  i turned it into a lightning bolt.  i hope that by the time he’s old enough to care, i’m better at giving him hair cuts.

last night he got to try pozole rojo and a belizean salad that is served at a place called Maya King, a local cafe in the middle of a banana plantation.  and i got some much needed reiki.