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Praying for Rain (Again)
I turn myself in-
to a rainstick; shake myself
at the white hot sky.
State of the Garden
Today I harvested herbs to dry (lemon balm, mint, rosemary, thyme, sage). I froze a pint of garlic chive blossoms, made a green jerk sauce, a basil-garlic chive pesto–most went into the freezer, the rest I will eat in the next week or so. I started a mint liqueur and today’s bean harvest, yielded a pint of fresh beans that I put into the freezer. And I started stringing chili peppers to dry. I found it soothing and meditative.

Overheard on the Subway Back from Mindfulness Meditation Teacher Training
“I realize that often I don’t listen,” said one young woman to her friend. “So I started winding a pipe cleaner around my finger.”
“A pipe cleaner?!” responded her friend.
“Yes. A pipe cleaner. When I realize I’m not paying attention I touch it, and that helps me listen.”
To myself, I thought, “well, if it works for her, although perhaps at some point she can just notice and would no longer need the pipe cleaner.”
And then the next morning, among the things I saw discarded on my walk–a rather fancy pipe cleaner.




