L'aura del Campo

Hot Pink, Tea and Hookers

Winter 8 'Ala (March 9)

2006-03-09
morning, 45 degrees. 59 in Fort Smith, AR.

Thinking of family again. The U.S. Census is fun and frustrating! Depends. Like so many things in life it is an art. People don't know when or where they were born nor how old they are. Spelling? That's a joke.

May have found my mother's father's mother's father's father and mother . A William T and Mary Hooker, both born around 1797. That makes them only 208 years old and looking fine (if I must say so myself).

Printed up my handouts for Tea at Three. Printed them on hot pink. I vary the color so I can find them! Last week was lime green to celebrate the hope of Spring.

And Spring is coming. Buds are showing on a lot of plants. We didn't get the harsh rains that were promised us but the sprinkles didn't hurt. It's cool and clammy today. And grey.

SENSED

Crabappples with shriveled fruit and green sprouts; downdraft of promised rain; bare lattice; transformers above the alley; stone pot; smell of wild garlic; the stubble of cut honesty; crumbling prickly pods of angel trumpets; youth under a covered porch lounging on a couch, abandoned fridge; wood clackers; hollow bore of a redbud tree; bracts of small white fungus.

2006-03-09
almost vespers, 46 degrees. 39 in Monroe, WA.

It will definately be Spring here this week with temps expected to climb to 70! My poor sister in Washington State is looking at rain and snow showers. Sounds yucky. Usually it is a little bit nicer there by now. Even my mother back East will have warmer weather.

Not feeling so hot. Had Earl Grey tea and hot chocolate at Tea. Had nachos too as the basketball tournaments have begun and the tv was on in the Union.

It's almost 6 and I'm so very tired.

GETTING TO KNOW ME

100. Geraniums and marigolds or wildflowers? The wilder the better. I like marigolds and geraniums too, but poppies, bachelor buttons, cosmos, larkspur, snow-on-the mountain (and whatever) coming up from seed is far more interesting.

101. Deep end or shallow end? The lounge chair! I'm a landlubber.

102. Black sand, white sand, golden sand or pebbles? Gimme a break, I'm in Kansas. Mud'll do.

103. Favorite constellation? Orion in a February sky.

104. Ad astra per aspera, the motto of Kansas, 'to the stars through difficulties', seems to resonate with me. Wonder why.

105. Burning bush, cranberry bush, bushbaby, out-in-the-bush? Any bush will do as long as it ain't named George.

106. Favorite coin: bronze 2 cent piece. Had one once.

107. Who should be replaced next on U.S. money? Jackson on the $20 bill. After living in Cherokee Nation, I can tell you it is an insult to have a U.S. president that defied the Supreme Court and sent thousands to their death in the Trail of Tears on any bill or coin. May as well put Hitler on the euro.

Sketched earlier today:

Woes of the cloth

And what of the rags
that gather on lawns?
Red, plaid, snagged
by bare branches,
draped over meters,
torn, abandoned.

They that once clothed
the worn out brother,
the whore-moan-muther,
the sister of regrets.

Bloody, maimed, shit stained,
they wad up in corners,
hide beneath blankets,
cold witness of last night's warmth,
to what three called love.

They've renounced it all,
those ungrateful misters.
Now, doused by rain,
ignored by garbage pickers,
pissed-on resisters of regret. [162.788]


O SON OF MY HANDMAID! Be not troubled in poverty nor confident in riches, for poverty is followed by riches, and riches are followed by poverty. Yet to be poor in all save God is a wondrous gift, belittle not the value thereof, for in the end it will make thee rich in God, and thus thou shalt know the meaning of the utterance, “In truth ye are the poor,” and the holy words, “God is the all-possessing,” shall even as the true morn break forth gloriously resplendent upon the horizon of the lover’s heart, and abide secure on the throne of wealth.

~ Bahá'u'lláh, Persian Hidden Words # 51