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parking lot

“Yay!  It’s a huge parking lot!  I will walk around the whole parking lot, and look at all the dumpsters!”  I wanted to walk the perimeter–the word perimeter appealed to me.  “But I almost never take anything out of the dumpsters.  I just look.  I am a good pumpkin.” “Yes, you’re a good pumpkin,” Ming… Read More »

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desert

When I was a little kid and heard about the desert, like Jesus praying there, or the devil temping him, I felt very curious about what desert is.  I was living on the coast and had never been to the desert. Desert seemed like a sacred place, where you could pray, be alone, feel raw… Read More »

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rainbow pouch

I cleaned out my rainbow pouch this morning–felt great.  I removed some loose dried rosemary that had been in the bottom of it, taken from the garden of someone I loved and never should have! Oh, sweet Laura-Marie, duped by charmers, over and over again.  Nothing like holding hands and committing–hook, line, and sinker, to… Read More »

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Mache dich, mein Herze, rein

Hey, guess what.  I’m trying to learn how to sing my favorite Bach song “Mache dich, mein Herze, rein” again.  It’s from St Matthew’s Passion.  Long ago I listened to this sacred music a lot.  Mostly on long roadtrips in the car with my ex. This is the first song I ever sang in German. … Read More »

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guest blogger gets happier

Things in the life of Guest Blogger. We are relieved the Sacred Peace Walk code GREEN 2020 event was successful. Four resgistered walkers, this COVID season. The walk Youtubed and Instagrammed. Broadcast as it has never been done before. I am happy. We then had a Nevada Desert Experience Council meeting that spawned seven more… Read More »

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night ride in Funkytown

The other morning, I was thinking about Funkytown.  Ming and I were planning our day.  “What should we do fun today?” I asked, a favorite question. “I don’t know,” he said. “Would you take me to Funkytown?” I asked. “Where’s Funkytown?” he asked. “Uh, Las Vegas?  Probably we live in Funkytown.  New Orleans?” He wasn’t… Read More »