Sunday, April 30, 2017

MOM'S BEEF STEW

The wonderful 
wafting 
smell of beef stew


reaches my nose
in a dance
of scent


the waltzing
potatoes and carrots 
come first


then
the tangoing
beef and bay leaf


next
the contra dancing
sage
thyme
and miso
fill up my nose


yet this is 
nothing
compared to the taste


the stew
over whelms
every inch of my tastebuds
in a river of rich taste



after the first swallow
the potatoes and carrots
start spinning with flavor


the beef and bay leaf
rapidly
speed up
their tango


the contra dancing
sage
thyme
and miso
quicken their pace


their imaginary
feet
beating upon my tongue 



mom's beef stew

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

FAMILY



New family
old family

love family 
friend family

deep, deep inside family
pride family

hope family
kind family

mother family
brother family

cozy up by a fire family

Oak

It's roots 
intertwined and stretched
into the sweet, moist soil

The splendor of it's outstretched branches
thick and strong

It's gnarled bark 
as welcome beneath my palm
as an old friend

It's leaves
a deep-green silver
like the brook 
running beside it's roots

Oak
Possibility

Out
out there


Out
out there
way up on those hills


Out 
out there
way up on those hills
those hills, covered with mist


Out 
out there
way up on those hills
those hills covered with mist
something moves
just a tiny bird hatching from an egg
of possibility

Bored

I'm bored, I'm bored and I don't know why
I'd say I weren't bored but I hate to lie
What to do? What to do? Read a book, catch a fish on a hook? 
What to do? My mind is blank, my mind is blank and I don't know why


The Jaguar Clan


    Once upon a time, there was a tribe.  This tribe lived in the rain forest of Brazil.  Running straight through the middle of their territory was a giant river, the only way to get across this river was the Opal bridge.  This bridge was a huge stone bridge encrusted with opals, owned by the tribe leader.  

In  This tribe there were different clans, downstream a little ways from the Opal bridge the river branched off into a smaller stream, this stream led to a large pool.  The clan of the rising mist had built their village around this pool for the water source and a great community meeting place.  Every night Jaguars came to drink at the pool.  The clan of the rising mist was known for their loyalty to the jaguar.  Once every full moon the entire clan would meet at the pool for a ceremony in honor of the jaguar.  The clan of the rising mist lived in tree houses and were magnificent climbers.  They made face and hair dye out of natural plants.  

   In one of the tree houses there lived a family.  There was one baby boy, two seven-year old twin boys, a mother, a father, and a twelve year old girl.  The twelve year old girl's name was Sara, she had long black hair and emerald green eyes.  She was very pretty but she had no friends, that is except for the animals.  Sara loved animals so much that's why Sara had a special connection with the jaguars, or the jaguars had a special connection with her.  Sara also saved her animals and took care of them in her tree house.  Sara was a special child.  She had visions of how to heal people and animals and what herbs to use.  Sara was a healer.  

Currently, Sara had in her hut two jaguar cubs who had lost their mother.

To be continued...