Showing posts with label Descanso Gardens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Descanso Gardens. Show all posts

Monday, April 23, 2018

The Spirituality of Spring Cleaning: Open the Windows, Let in the Light!

my tree smiles
in shy shades of pink
pointing to clouds 

When the sun starts shining brighter and days become longer, Nature wakes up - the first snowdrops peek from under the snow in cold countries, and you start to hear songbirds, even though trees do not have leaves yet.

Camellia in Desanso Gardens

The Weaver weaves
soft crowns of camellia petals - 
Spring has come

In California, grass is never as green as in the spring - depending on the length of the rain season it may last through the second half of January or all the way into mid-April. All the plants have new buds, grow a mile a minute, blossom. What a beautiful symphony!


emerald grace 
in sunlight, in shadow
blooms into green

Out with the old, in with the new.  Usually, the California seasons overlap - the trees still have yellow leaves and the liquid amber is covered in color, but the grass becomes greener and tulips with daffodils make an appearance. This year, though, we have a real spring - with fresh, green leaves on fresh green trees, above fresh green grass. Everything fresh! Even the chemtrails last for a day and dissipate quickly in the blaze of sunlight. Maybe there's something out there mopping them out...That would be very nice, indeed!

Easter egg Ukrainian style by Susan Rogers, of Sukyo Mahikari and Jewish roots.

everything 
starts from an egg
of an idea

It is also time to clean the soul - out with old beliefs and ways of thinking, in with new principles of spiritual beliefs... People seem to be genetically constructed to seek for and worship the Divine. There are various approaches to this search, various ways of giving thanks, or making offerings to the Pantheon of deities that humanity  worshiped over thousands of years of its existence.

Angel and Buddha with their crystal balls 

look within - 
find knowledge in crystals
without seeing


dark creatures
flee the sweetest scent 
of white hyacinth 

In my recent readings I found a Dolphin Star Temple, Crystal Stairs of Ascension,  Unveiled Mysteries by Godfre Ray King (AKA Guy Ballard, founder of "I AM" activities in the 1930s and the St. Germain Foundation later), and Violet Rays of St. Germain. All full of Light... Fascinating...

In fact, some people claim we live on the surface of one benevolent, generous and infinitely kind Divine Being, Gaia, our Living Earth! Time to celebrate her bounty this spring.

Magnolia in Descanso Gardens.

blush pink and white
magnolia petals open wide
to drink sunlight

The search for enlightenment, so crucial to celebrating the spring is beautifully summarized in three key ideas: Seeing the Divine in All, Nurturing of Life, and Gratitude. I found these three ideas in an essay attributed either to some powerful other-worldly aliens, or to time-travelling humans who returned to us from the year 3,000+ to teach us about things that are the most important....

Bromeliad in Descanso Gardens.

orange of joy
amber of desire - 
bloom in the light

You may read the essay about it on the Web of Love website: https://www.weboflove.org/transformation. Here, it appears in a form translated from its original version on the Wingmakers website (part 1 and part 2) that was published in 1999 and redone in 2001. The translation is by Fred Burks of PEERS network. The essay was found in one of a series of 23 chambers hidden in rocks in a remote canyon in New Mexico.

The site has been described as an ET time capsule - and contains works of art, poetry, philosophy, music, as well as strange technological artifacts. It was quickly taken over and hidden by the powers that were - according to the two authors of the original interviews, a "whistleblower" who worked on deciphering the strange alphabet and transcribing the writings, and a journalist who published his story and transcriptions organized in a series of chambers, 1 to 23.

Daisies in my garden.

dots  in circles - 
the ancient  Sun symbol 
graces my driveway  

I do not know if future humans were able to time-travel back to 1990s to create these chambers in a remote site in New Mexico, or whether these creators were not humans at all, but ETs that are 10 feet tall, benevolent and called Corteum, from a galaxy 15,000 light years away... Or if it is just a hoax by a very creative person, equally at home with composing music, making huge paintings, or writing poetry.


Adam picks 
flowers for Grandma -
Easter garden

What matters is that the actual simple principles are quite revolutionary if taken into daily life and practiced without a pause to overthink this... Seeing all Life as Divine (=love everyone, respect everything). Nurturing Life (=no war, no weapons, no toxins anywhere), and Being Grateful (=thankful for each day, each experience, each encounter).  Enjoy the story, then...

Since I do not know about the copyright status of this unusual discovery, instead of posting its fascinating artwork, I decided to share my photos from this spring - flowers from Descanso Gardens and from my own garden, so lush and vibrant this year.   I wish everyone to have a lush and vibrant year, this year!


orange blossoms 
fill my garden with fragrance -
a prophecy of taste

One of the most important aspects of spiritual self-cleaning is subduing or removing unwelcome negative emotions and learning to respond to all life events and challenges in a peaceful, even serene manner - because all we experience comes from Love and is yet another lesson in learning how to Love. So we welcome all experiences in gratitude and the spirit of kindness towards all beings of this Earth whether a mosquito or a bird singing in our yard. Some people say, when hearing birdsong in the morning: "If I had a bibigun I'd shoot that goddamn bird first thing in the morning..." But to others, hearing the birds sweet, fluted calls are a delight and a refreshing moment: a reminder of the beauty of sunlight, the blueness of the sky, the emerald and celadon green hues of the leaves and grass, and so forth...

It is because our culture has become so filled with negativity, pride, selfishness, and judgment that such sentiments as outlined above are often rejected as trite, sentimental, that is unworthy of a poet or a writer to express. But if joy and serenity are trite and sentimental, why bother? There's certainly no point in writing, experiencing anything or even living, if the end result will not be joyous or serene...

azalea rainbow
spills over my pathway - 
avalanche of spring

While re-reading the Unveiled Mysteries, a funny and amusing book with elements of treasure hunt, fascination with hidden chambers filled with gold and jewels, and mysterious technologies, as well as the cult of hierarchies and the chosen ones, I noticed its hidden treasures, such as the description of the Meditation on Light, recommended for 30 minutes for each evening and morning. Since the book was published in 1935, perhaps this is the original description of this meditation?

I found it somewhere on the internet, do not even remember where, and wrote it out into a poem, finding at one reading that it was a good thing to do even for five minutes during a poetry event. The long and short versions are in my Into Light book and have been posted on this blog, so I will not repost them here.

Instead, here is an excerpt from the Unveiled Mysteries with a discussion of learning to tame the emotions and using the focus of the mind and heart to clean ourselves of the discordant thoughts and emotions and bring all sorts of beautiful things into this world.


follow the flames
of blooming bromeliads
into spring of silence

Excerpt of Chapter 1, from Unveiled Mysteries 
by Godfre Ray King (1934), pages 6 to 12

"Love and praise—of That Great Self Within—and the attention maintained focused upon Truth—health—freedom—peace—supply—or any other thing that you may desire for a right use—persistently held in your conscious thought and feeling—will bring them into your use and world—as surely as there is a Great Law of Magnetic Attraction in the Universe.

The Eternal Law of Life is that—'Whatever you think and feel you bring into form; where your thought is there you are—for you are your consciousness; and whatever you meditate upon—you become.'
"When one allows his mind to dwell upon thoughts  of hate—condemnation—lust—envy—jealousy—criticism—fear—doubt—or suspicion—and allows these feelings of irritation to generate within him—he will certainly have discord, failure and disaster in his mind, body and world. As long as he persists in allowing his attention to be held by such thoughts—whether they be about nations—persons—places—conditions—or things—he is absorbing those activities into the substance of his mind, his body, and his affairs—in fact he is compelling—forcing—them into his experience.

"All these discordant activities reach the individual and his world—through his thought and feeling. Feeling often flashes before one is aware of the thought—in the outer consciousness—which he might use to control it, and this kind of experience should teach him—how great is the energy within his many creations—which has accumulated through habit. 

"The feeling activity of Life is the most unguarded point—of human consciousness. It is the accumulative energy by which thoughts are propelled into the atomic substance, and thus—do thoughts become things. I tell you—the need of guarding the feeling cannot be emphasized too strongly for control of the emotions plays the most important part of anything in Life, in maintaining—balance in the mind—health in the body-success and accomplishment in the affairs and world of the personal self of every individual. Thoughts can never become things—until they are clothed with feeling.

"The Holy Ghost or Holy Spirit is the feeling side of Life—God—the Activity of Divine Love—or the Mother Expression of Deity. This is why the sin against the Holy Ghost is referred to—as that which brings such great distress—because any discord in the feeling breaks the Law of Love—which is the Law of Balance—Harmony—and Perfection.

"The greatest crime in the Universe against the Law of Love is humanity's almost ceaseless sending forth—of every kind of irritable and destructive feeling.

"One day the race will come to realize and recognize—that the sinister destructive forces manifesting on this earth and in its atmosphere—generated mark you by human thought and feeling—have only entered the affairs of individuals or nations—through the lack of control in the emotions—of everyone's—daily personal experience. Even destructive thoughts—cannot express themselves as action, events, or become physical things—except by passing through the world of feeling; for it is in this phase of manifestation—that the activity of coalescing the physical atom upon thought forms takes place.

"As the noise from a sudden explosion shocks the nervous system of one who hears it—setting up a trembling sensation in the cellular structure of the body—in exactly the same way—do the flares of irritated feeling shock—disturb—and disarrange the finer substance in the atomic structure of the mind, body, and world of the person who sends them out—consciously or unconsciously—intentionally or unintentionally.

"Discordant feeling is the producer of conditions we call disintegration—old age—lack of memory—and every other failure—in the world of human experience. The effect upon the body structure is the same as that produced upon a building—if the mortar holding the bricks together were to receive repeated shocks, and each day those were to be increased. This continued shock would shake apart the particles composing the mortar—the building would collapse into a chaotic mass—and the form be no more. That is what mankind is—constantly—doing to the atomic structure of the human body.

"To give expression to the discordant thoughts and feelings in one's self is the course of least resistance, and the habitual activity of the undeveloped—undisciplined—and willful individual—who refuses to understand the 'Law of his own Being' and bring the personal self—which is but his instrument of expression—into obedience to 'That Law.'

"He—who cannot or will not control his thoughts and feelings—is in a bad way—for every door of his consciousness is wide open to the disintegrating activities—thrown off by other minds and the emotions of other personalities. It takes neither strength, wisdom nor training to give way to unkind, destructive impulses, and the full-grown human beings who do this are but children—in their development of self-control.

"It is a blight upon the Life of mankind that so little control of the emotions is taught humanity from the cradle to the grave. Attention to this particular point is the greatest need—in the Western world today. It is easy to give way to discordant thoughts, feelings, and activities to be sure—because the mass of mankind are submerged as it were—by environment and association entirely created by themselves.

"The individual—through his control of the outer consciousness—must make the effort to rise out of this condition by his own free will—in order to transcend these limitations—permanently—and no one can hope to rid his life and world of misery, discord, and destruction—until he leashes his own thought and feeling. In this way—he refuses to let the Life—flowing through his mind and body—become qualified by the discord—resulting from every little disturbing occurrence in the world about him.

"At first—such discipline does require determined, continuous effort—for the thoughts and feelings—of ninety-five per cent of humanity—run as uncontrolled and free—as a little tramp dog. However—no matter how much effort it takes to bring these two activities under control—it is worth any amount of time and energy expended—and no Real—Permanent—Dominion—of one's Life and world can take place without it. It will be my pleasure and privilege to teach you the use of these Higher Laws, and their application will enable you to release True Wisdom and bring about All Perfection.

"The first step to the control of yourself—is the stilling of all outer activity—of both mind and body. Fifteen to thirty minutes—at night before retiring and in the morning before beginning the day's work—using the following exercise—will do wonders for anyone—who will make the necessary effort.


[Instructions for Meditation on Light]

"For the second step:—make certain of being undisturbed, and after becoming very still—picture and feel your body enveloped in a Dazzling White Light. The first five minutes—while holding this picture—recognize—and feel intensely—the connection between the outer self and Your Mighty God Within—focusing your attention upon the heart center—and visualizing it—as a Golden Sun.

"The next step is the acknowledgment:—'I now joyously accept—the Fulness of the Mighty God Presence—the Pure Christ.' Feel—the Great Brilliancy of the 'Light' and intensify It—in every cell of your body for at least ten minutes longer.

"Then close the meditation by the command:—I am a Child of the 'Light'—I Love the 'Light'—I Serve the 'Light'—I Live in the 'Light'—I am Protected, Illumined, Supplied, Sustained by the 'Light,' and I Bless the 'Light'.


[End of Instructions for Meditation on Light]


 Sun touches
heart of scarlet camellia -
flowering peace


"Remember always—'One becomes—that—upon which he meditates'—and since all things have come forth from the 'Light'—'Light'—is the Supreme Perfection—and Control—of all things.

"Contemplation and adoration of the 'Light' compels Illumination to take place in the mind—health, strength, and order to come into the body—and peace, harmony, and success to manifest in the affairs of every individual—who will really do it, and seeks to maintain it.

"All the way down the centuries—in every age, under every condition—we are told by all who have expressed the greater accomplishments of Life that—the 'Light' is Supreme—the 'Light' is everywhere—and in the 'Light'—exist all things.

"That Truth is just as true today as it was a million years ago. As far back as there is any record of humanity, the Wise and Great Ones of all ages are portrayed with a radiation of 'Light' about them—emanating from the head and body itself. This 'Light' is Real—just as Real as the electric lights in your homes. [...]


Thursday, June 9, 2016

My Favorite Wildflowers in California - A Photo Essay (Haiga Sequence)

When spring stretches its days and falls into the hot weight of the summer, it is time to visit the heroic blossoms of the chaparral  yucca, reaching up to the sky, against all odds.  This flower, so abundant in the valley where I live, is a survivor on the go. The plant with thin, blade-like spiky leaves (with extremely sharp tips, like needles), sends up one thick stem that grows and grows and grows until it starts unfurling a cascade of white flowers, off white maybe, ivory or cream, and the whole valley fills with these gigantic candle-like blossoms. Then they go to seed and die, and the seeds sprout anew nearby and a new flower points at clouds, and the cycle continues...


in a green desert 
yucca blossoms open -
a skyward ladder

tall yucca blossoms
point to cloudy desert sky -
magic without rain

spring desert delight
coconut and whipped cream  -
yucca whipplei

sharp spikes and shadows
the silver galaxy of yucca leaves -
enter at your peril


the magic of symmetry
moves in a blur of  lines
into yucca's heart

a blue jay in the blue sky
watches the world go round  and round
from the flower top 



serene after sunset -
aqua, fuchsia and violet sky
pierced by whiteness

flower triplets 
born of sand and rocks 
reach for the sky 

this dot is the moon -
prim yucca patiently explains
to disheveled clouds

yuccas at sunset -
spikes and blossoms unfold 
against the dark

here it is 
my yucca on the tip of my finger
in my valley


My other favorite flower grows here and there in the wild, but it is also planted in garden. This is the white and yellow poppy growing on two meter tall stems with silvery green leaves: The Matilija Poppy (Romneya coulteri). I like it so much, I put it on the cover of the anthology, Meditations on Divine Light. It does look like a sun with a corona of light, and  rays, doesn't it? Or maybe the ballerina, or Marilyn with her skirts floating on the hot air from the subway vents? But certainly not an egg, surely not an egg...

breeze lifts the skirts
of a shy ballerina -
Marilyn reborn

the thrill of frills
unfurling from a tight ball
into a sunburst

petal and clouds
float above my head - I squint, 
flooded by sunlight

Hello, Ms. Bee
we both love gold nectar and honey -
I eat yours



...but then, there other flowers growing in the wild, including the rare Plummer's Mariposa and the Humboldt Lilies (Lilium humboldtii) photographed high up in the San Gabriel Mountains by Kristin Sabo. Both lilies are endemic to Southern California and extremely rare. 

Plummer's mariposa
discovers the triune symmetry
once again

wild mountain lily -
fuzzy geometry of dusk
in three petals

twin jellyfish  -
lilies swim through the sunset
to the night's ocean 

And, of course, there is an abundance of flowers, not so wild, in Descanso Gardens, starting from an forest of camellias, imported from Japan and bought by Mr. Boddy from a Japanese nursery at the time of deportations in the 1940s.  I wrote about those camelias already and even made a collage of the Sunbloom, with a white corona and golden rays:

camellia stamens
dance, twist, wave, turn
seeking the sun

ever calling - never heard
ever seeking - never seen
revealed
  

But would there be flowers, if there were no leaves? We had visited the sharp spikes of the yucca already. Here are some wet leaves in the rain in Descanso Gardens. I do not know what they are, but sure they shine brightly, like polished jade.

smoothed by raindrops
emerald leaves stretch and sigh -
a green heart of spring

line after line -
the elemental breath exhales 
oxygen into air





Friday, February 12, 2016

Love the Sweetest, Angel Love - Quotes and Poems from Friends and Strangers


What is Love, if not a trip to Paradise? What is Paradise if not the place/time or time/place beyond place, beyond time, spent with those we love? So here's another Valentine's Day post, one in a series, with love poems and beautiful words of reassurance, compassion, and affection received from friends and strangers.


Jessica and Juan Cardenas celebrate with guests, February 6, 2016

First, friends.... Last weekend, I hosted the second anniversary party for the love-birds, Jessica Wilson Cardenas and Juan Cardenas at my home, a garden-party on a beautiful, sunny afternoon, filled of affection, music, poetry, and joy....


Jessica Wilson Cardenas and Juan Cardenas with their brand new T-shirts "Feel This Love"

We read poetry, and my poem "On Divine Commedy and Ice Cream" was inspired by illuminations for Dante's Il Paradiso by Giovanni di Paolo, a contemporary of Giotto. One of our guests, Victor Sotomayor recorded my reading and made a beautiful video of the performance, with a mini-lecture introduction about Il Paradiso and what it means for us.




On Divine Comedy and Ice-Cream

My Muse has chocolate eyes and a goatee.
Disabled by grief, he looks for me in the dark,
touching. His hands outline the contour
of my hips as he sighs and says “that’s right”
in this deep baritone of his, the sweetest of voices. 

What next? I wonder as we sit on the leather sofa
sticky in the heat, eat almonds and ice cream,
watch silly comedies about aliens and time 
machines, friends being excellent  to each other... 
as we leaf through the thick volume 
of other Comedy, the Divine one: 
Il Paradiso illustrated by Giovanni di Paolo,
medieval illuminations for the end of time.




Submerged  in the Earth’s shadow, the Moon 
is the haven for the likes of us, inconstant,
waxing and waning, not keeping their vows.
Dante and Beatrix, the poet and his beloved,
rise up to Mercury and Venus, the Garden 
of Earthly Delights where we stay 
as they ascend from the Fourth Sphere
of the Sun through the Eight of Fixed Stars.




Left behind, we sigh and look up at them
floating to meet the wise, the virtuous, martyrs,
saints, the multitude of angels in Primum Mobile
and the blessed, don’t forget the blessed
of the Tenth Sphere, the divine Empyrean –
in the heart of Paradise where gold rays 
of light always permeate everything, 
where saints sleep in rose petal pods, 



like babies by their mothers, 
or splash in and out of the waters of grace,
the river of serenity that flows under
the buzzing of heavenly bees, making 
timeless honey – sweet, translucent, 
gold honey, only honey, forever and beyond time, 
honey….

(C) 2016 by Maja Trochimczyk




After this visit to Paradise, Juan played some of his songs, Jessica read her sensuous poem about Grapefruit, mmm, so goood... and we had such a blessed afternoon, in Paradise, the Garden of Earthly Delights...


Me encanta las toronjas,

the blossom of fragrance makes its way into my hands,
unfolds like petals upon my skin.
The weight of its shape is heavy
with intention,
to release its galaxy, an ointment of pleasure
sparkling in a rippling tide. 
This is the fruit of the sun, 
its sunshine dripping off of my lips,
squeezed into realness, of comfort.
Juicy nature jugs me from the inside,
pulling my belly up into my throat,
until it lays flat on my tongue.
so few things are as gratifying as this orb of citrus,
so perfectly awake and wide for me to taste.
Ah, me encanta la fruta hecha de las manos 
de los dioses, y tan perfecto en circulo
como las caras de la luna y sol.
Yo toco el sabor con la esperanza
del mundo donde la gente hacen la paz de simplicidad 
y la naturalesa de Pachamamma por siempre,
donde nuestros labios nunca tienen sed
y las pansitas viven llenas. 
Oh let it be, that this dream will see us through 

to our eternity.             - Amen y por siempre, Amen. 

(c) by Jessica Wilson Cardenas

Then the "love-birds" had two cakes with two candles each, for the second year together: a white cheesecake for the day, and dark chocolate ganache cake for the night... Sweet, with a multitude of fruit, that belongs in paradise where every one is loved and loves.




Thank God for friends for all times... Several weeks earlier I received an invitation to participate in an email "chain letter" - something I studiously managed to avoid for so long! Despite the curses and threats and vain promises made by authors of missives assuring me of good or bad luck, depending on whether I forwarded the silly note within five minutes to twenty people.  Here's an example. I did not email it to 20 people; instead I'm posting it here:

This is for u x Read till the end! I sent an angel to watch over you last night, but it came back and asked "why?" The angel said, "angels don't watch over angels!" twenty angels are in your world. Ten are sleeping, nine of them are playing and one is reading this message. The universe has seen you struggling with some things and says it over. a blessing is coming your way. If you believe in Karma send this message to 14 friends including me, if I don't get it back I guess I'm not one of them. As soon as you get 5 replies, someone you love will quietly surprise you... Not joking. Pass this message on. Please don't ignore it. you are being tested and Karma is going to fix two big things tonight in your favor. If you believe in Karma drop everything and pass it on TOMORROW WILL BE THE BEST DAY OF YOUR LIFE. DON'T BREAK THIS. SEND THIS TO 14 FRIENDS IN 10 MINUTES IT'S NOT THAT HARD. WHOEVER SENT THIS TO YOU MUST CARE ABOUT YOU!!!


That other one was different, there were no threats of "breaking the chain" and punishments for it. Instead, it entailed sending a friendly, encouraging note to just one person and inviting twenty to do the same, so one person would receive twenty notes of friendship and encouragement from complete strangers... This seems interesting... what would people come up with? So I sent my favorite Irish blessing of light, and waited...


May the blessing of Light be on you. 
Light without and light within, 
May the blessed sunlight shine on you. 
And warm your heart till it glows like a great peat fire...

Not much later, I received my first words of encouragement. I like this phrase so much I put it on my own "candy rose" - covered entirely in water droplets - and sent it to the poet who blessed me with this insight:


Then, I got a poem by Rumi:
Beyond ideas of
right and wrong
there is a field,
I will meet
you there.

                                ~  Rumi

from Maria Elena B. Meyer


Another poet I hardly know send me a quote and his own poem:


Here is a quote and "short" play-with-a-sweet-word poem by me to you.

 “Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.” – Henry Van Dyke

*************************

SHORT AND SWEET

by Ken Frankel

Butter ....is sweet!
Ice cream ....is sweet!
Beauty ...is sweet!
Love is the sweetest.

*************************



Hard to argue with that final statement!. Finally, a poem from Lulu Abramian came my way:



Measure

Do not measure up
Life is not quantity
Value what you have
Life is quality
Where you are going
Will always be there
Treasure the moments
Will help you get there

 By: Lulu Abramian


Finally, I got a comment from a poet, who decided against participating in the email chain, but sent me her favorite prayer:

The Lord is my shepherd, 
I shall not want;...
in green pastures...
beside still waters 
He restoreth my soul.

While looking for the text of the Irish Blessing of Light cited above, I came across a full text of what appears to be a folk-song, of love, connections to nature, the sun, the living things, and the earth and, in short, connection.  People are social animals, without other people they wither and die inside. The connection of love is vital for life. Maybe that's why the two words in English differ only by one consonant?



Here's the entire Irish Blessing Text from a Folk Song:

1. May the blessing of Light be on you
Light without and light within,
May the blessed sunlight shine on you
And warm your heart till it glows like
A great peat fire, so that the stranger
May come and warm himself at it,
And also a friend.
And may the light shine out of the two eyes of you,
Like a candle set in two windows of a house,
Bidding the wanderer to come in out of the storm.



2. And may the blessing of the Rain be on you
The soft sweet rain. May it fall upon your spirit
So that all the little flowers may spring up,
And shed their sweetness on the air.
And may the blessing of the Great Rains be on
You, may they beat upon your spirit
And wash it fair and clean,
And leave there many a shining pool
Where the blue of heaven shines,
And sometimes a star.



3. And may the blessing of the Earth be on you
The great round earth; may you ever have
A kindly greeting for them you pass
As you're going along the roads.
May the earth be soft under you when you rest upon it,
Tired at the end of the day,
And may it rest easy over you when,
At the last, you lay out under it;
May it rest so lightly over you,
That your soul may be out from under it quickly,
And up, and off, and on its way to God.



Isn't it delightful, and full of sweet, gracious sentiments, connecting us to the earth, the air, the sunlight? Yes, I say, as I celebrate my new Italian nickname, courtesy of erudite and wise poet and editor Margaret Ute Seine: "Una Donna Solare" - the Sunny Lady....


And here we are, all smiles: sisters in spirit, in poetry, in art... after the LoveLoveLove reading (Spectrum 3, edited by Don Kingfisher Campbell) in Pasadena, with the inspired Ambika Talwar, who knows secrets of ancient wisdom and unties hidden knots... she had 22 photos in the book, I had just one poem ("Many Happy Returns"), and a bell, let's not forget the bell....