Honeysuckle, Among Other Things
How could I question
The existence of soma?
I’ve smelled honeysuckle.
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A Meditation on Patience
When I decided to make strawberry towers part of the new sleeping porch garden extension, Niraj Ray of Cultivate the City told me to remove all of the flowers until mid-May to allow the plants to develop leaves large enough to support sizable and sweet berries. He also suggested feeding them every time I water.
It has been a pleasure nurturing the plants and finally watching plump, juicy berries redden in the sun outside my study window.
Might this delicious lesson in the benefits of being patient be a lesson applicable to how and when and why to re-emerge post vaccination, but before the end of the pandemic?
Strawberry shown with old NYC subway token for scale Nectar of Immortality?
Whenever I notice this graffiti–ubiquitously sprayed along sections of the Metro’s red line–I wonder if it is meant to refer to the ancient Indian texts, to invoke longings for soma, the nectar of the gods. Even if the intent of the artist was something much more prosaic, I am led to think of the soma about which I have read, and use seeing the word as a spur to invoke the sweetness of practice on my mundane travels.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
Red and Blue
That kind of day.
Another Rainy Day
A storm has decided to stop and hang out for a few days, which is good, because we really needed the rain here inside the Beltway.
