Author: harposword

26th August, 2018 Sunday Its so grey.  There is mist in the air.  65 degrees Farenheit in my kitchen.  Open windows’ breath brings wax wane chill.  Dishwasher swishes the final line of picnic dishes.  Farm Harvest Party last night.  My son in law’s sister’s vegetable farm, the one he weeds and plucks and washes its […]

25th August, 2018 Saturday Farmer’s Market Day 1 I dreamt last night water and sludge were pouring through the ceilings in our house and the way I found out was while I am out with a friend she shows me a photo on her cell phone of my husband standing straddling the counters in our […]

24th August, 2018 Friday Joni Mitchell lyrics running through my head this morning. “Chilly now, end of summer, no more shiny hot nights” “There’s a gypsy down on Bleeker Street/ I went into see her as a kind of joke/ She lit a candle for my love luck/ And eighteen bucks went up in smoke” […]

23 August, 2018 Thursday I dreamt my older daughter had bought three pairs of running shoes and one of them was for me. Other dreams happened, I know they did, but alas my waking morning memory seems to flush them away as I ask my body to be vertical. I was deeply asleep, deeply asleep […]

22nd August, 2018 Wednesday Tea this morning is an Earl Grey with locally sourced fresh honey and fresh goat milk. And when I say locally sourced, the local in locally doesn’t mean within 200 miles. Its right here. The honey I bought at a tiny farmer’s market nearby from a man in his 70’s who […]

Tea With Me  Tuesday, August 21, 2018 I dreamt last night about Berlin under siege.  Berlin today.  And America did not know or care until they could feel it.  I went to Berlin to visit and in an apartment building which had some draw for me, the evacuating residents were insisting on spraying pesticides all […]

There is an old fable attributed to Native Peoples about the two wolves we all carry internally and what one invokes by feeding one wolf over the other.  The fable distills the wolves down to one as representative of the light in our natures and the other as representative of the dark.  These days I […]

My husband and I went to a cafe last night to hear a friend play with a local band. I hadn’t seen him or his partner for several months.  Another couple who I hadn’t seen showed up.   As I was explaining why I hadn’t been anywhere for the last few months, I heard myself […]

Portrait of a Fine Dog A few ramblings written to stave off the wave of coming loss as our lovely friend Viggo was declining from Liver and Pancreatic Cancer. We had 6 weeks with him before his body couldn’t hold him anymore. 29th August, 2012, Wednesday As I sit in the shaft of sun at […]