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05/04/2024

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03/15/2024

Come to the Fair! I'll be there with my Karakesh Chronicles. Stop by and say hello!

02/09/2024

* Photo by Aswin Trivandrum on Pexels.com * is what I want to be a hollow bamboo tube with holes carefully placed burnished by lifetimes * a pipe that channels the eternal breath of Spirit whose holes release the wind of sacred song * Oh, my beloved, play your tune through me breath of love and light holy golden melody

http://tangledmind.blog/2024/02/09/gods-flute/

* Photo by Aswin Trivandrum on Pexels.com * is what I want to be a hollow bamboo tube with holes carefully placed burnished by lifetimes * a pipe that channels the eternal breath of Spirit whose ho…

11/10/2023

* Photo by Zachary Caraway on Pexels.com * Alex 3 “But Dad, you don’t get it. Billy’s friend says that I have to call the judge. I can plead guilty and then we won’t be wasting his time in court.” Alex blows into the fingers that are not holding the iPhone. It’s really cold on the street corner. “Alex, it’s Sunday....

http://tangledmind.blog/2023/11/10/alex-2/

* Photo by Zachary Caraway on Pexels.com * Alex 3             “But Dad, you don’t get it.  Billy’s friend says that I have to call the ju…

11/03/2023

* Photo by ATC Comm Photo on Pexels.com * Genuine compassion is based not on our own projections and expectations but rather on the rights of the other: irrespective of whether another person is a close friend or an enemy, as long as that person wishes for peace and happiness and wishes to overcome suffering, then on that basis we develop a genuine concern for his or her problems....

http://tangledmind.blog/2023/11/03/compassion/

* Photo by ATC Comm Photo on Pexels.com * Genuine compassion is based not on our own projections and expectations but rather on the rights of the other: irrespective of whether another person is a …

09/15/2023

* Photo by Sindre Fs on Pexels.com * In my palm I hold a sphere of lapis, blue with flecks of gold. I found it in her drawer, resting in a cloth basket. It lay in her hand for thirty years during meditation. * “It’s a microcosm,” she told me once. “The blue is space. The gold flecks are stars.”...

http://tangledmind.blog/2023/09/15/the-scent-of-stone/

* Photo by Sindre Fs on Pexels.com * In my palm I hold a sphere of lapis, blue with flecks of gold. I found it in her drawer, resting in a cloth basket. It lay in her hand for thirty years during m…

09/01/2023

Are you are caregiver? Can you relate?

* Photo by Lisa Fotios on Pexels.com * if he cannot recall his own past, relations, stories if he forgets where he lives, the year, the president’s name if all that disappears, those are his losses…

09/01/2023

* Photo by Lisa Fotios on Pexels.com * if he cannot recall his own past, relations, stories if he forgets where he lives, the year, the president’s name if all that disappears, those are his losses * if I am not remembered as wife, as friend, as the one who cares who plans, who cleans if he can’t recall my name, my special place beside him, then I am erased too

http://tangledmagic.blog/2023/09/01/blank/

* Photo by Lisa Fotios on Pexels.com * if he cannot recall his own past, relations, stories if he forgets where he lives, the year, the president’s name if all that disappears, those are his losses…

08/25/2023

* * She awoke knowing she wasn’t alone. Faint moonlight slid through the gauzy summer curtains. Her heart struck like a gong. A dark shape, a figure in the corner, appeared as a darker outline where the closet met the wall. She pulled the sheet up under her chin, hands trembling. “Who-who are you?” The figure moved slightly, emerging into the thin, dim light....

* * She awoke knowing she wasn’t alone.  Faint moonlight slid through the gauzy summer curtains.  Her heart struck like a gong.  A dark shape, a figure in the corner, appeared as a d…

08/18/2023

Any meditators out there?

* * More than this body of humming cells, Swish of blood, strumming muscles More than sweat or bones More than ears missing tones Clogged nose, unreliable eyes Skin melting into wrinkled ridges Mor…

08/11/2023

* Photo by Daniel Jurin on Pexels.com * Turning right off the Pacific Coast Highway the dirt road becomes sand ocean fills my nostrils, my ears at the road’s end is the house bamboo blinds down, but waiting * While parents unload the car I run across the patio fling off my flip-flops tumble downstairs to the beach * Hot sand and slick kelp waves swirl to my knees dogs splash and bark my paradise, my ocean mother I’m home again

http://tangledmagic.blog/2023/08/11/escondido/

* Photo by Daniel Jurin on Pexels.com * Turning right off the Pacific Coast Highway the dirt road becomes sand ocean fills my nostrils, my ears at the road’s end is the house bamboo blinds down, bu…

08/04/2023

Let me hear from you! Send a comment!

* Photo by Anthony DeRosa on Pexels.com * I have read that your loved ones greet you at the end-of-life tunnel You see their silhouettes against a glorious light They welcome your spirit with love …

07/28/2023

* * A luna moth emerges from its rough, camouflaged cocoon pale green grace, soft night angel spiral tails, feathered feelers No mouth. No Mouth. Her cycle: mate, lay eggs, and die * Damsel flies, shiny blue, scaly slim window wings skim a handful of weeks Gypsy moths cycle through a year * Boulders birth in earth upheavals Jagged or rounded by weather…...

* * A luna moth emerges from its rough, camouflaged cocoon pale green grace, soft night angel spiral tails, feathered feelers No mouth. No Mouth. Her cycle: mate, lay eggs, and die * Damsel flies, …

07/21/2023

Welcome to all the new followers. Thank you for reading!

* * Curled in a yellowed egg for uncounted seasons a soul presses sticky walls bows to each sunrise faint glow through shell bent into a pretzel braided arms to legs air bubble used up weak weather…

07/14/2023

--Mary McCue * Photo by Mikhail Nilov on Pexels.com * The stranger who sleeps next to me looks like an older version of the man I married 20 years ago but that person no longer resides in his body. Dementia steals him away every morning when I shake his leg to rouse him remove his watch and necklace of rudraksha beads....

http://tangledmagic.blog/2023/07/14/to-love-what-is-left/

–Mary McCue * Photo by Mikhail Nilov on Pexels.com * The stranger who sleeps next to me looks like an older version of the man I married 20 years ago but that person no longer resides in his …

07/07/2023

* Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com * the love river flows, then sinks below ground sludge, slime and mud remain, mud, rocks, rotten leaves crayfish or salamander co**se in a trickle of silty murk sharp shingle cracked by ice and sun * step with steadfast care do not abandon this place hold heart-close the river’s fullness beneath your feet pray for the rain of grace

http://tangledmagic.blog/2023/07/07/drought/

* Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com * the love river flows, then sinks below ground sludge, slime and mud remain, mud, rocks, rotten leaves crayfish or salamander co**se in a trickle of silty murk sha…

06/30/2023

* Photo by Sabina Kallari on Pexels.com * Restless in the afternoon He puts on his coat, Picks up the flashlight Where are you going? It’s daytime You don’t need a flashlight. * She gives in, gives up sewing the quilt pieces Takes him for a walk in the bright April wind he shuffles too slowly for exercise asks to go back too soon…...

http://tangledmagic.blog/2023/06/30/slipping/

* Photo by Sabina Kallari on Pexels.com * Restless in the afternoon He puts on his coat, Picks up the flashlight Where are you going? It’s daytime You don’t need a flashlight. * She gives in, gives…