Perpetual breath

I spent good time yesterday working in the yard, in a glorious sunny day! Planted mint all over the place, with David scolding me in the back of my mind the entire time. Then the guy showed up who mows, and made the yard look perfect! Pixie just stands at the backdoor with her nose to the door, wanting out to sleep on the sunny porch. The Stellar Jays and dancing around and making lots of noise. It is a pleasure to look out to the backyard and see so many fresh new green and red leaves! One side of my yard is greening while the other side where the big tree was removed is becoming a HOT desert environment. Soon I will have a tree full of snowballs. The clematis is about the bloom to fill the air with the scent of vanilla. And all is right with the world? (Okay, that is taking it a step to far).

I made the Shrimp Spaghetti last night. It was soooo easy. Cooked the pasta. Coated the (thawed) shrimp with paprika, red pepper flakes, pepper, olive oil. Sautéed a bunch of garlic along with onion. Then added the shrimp to garlic/onion (sautéed with lots of butter), added a little sugar. When the shrimp is opaque, add the cooked spaghetti and some fresh parsley. I could not believe I cooked something that was good and edible!

Chris Garofalo seems to be reimaging the essence of nature and it is delightful! Don't you just love them?

Chris Garofalo, falling up: becoming from undoing from Rhona Hoffman Gallery on Vimeo.

Poem Singularity by Marissa Davis. 

About the poem:  

“‘Singularity’ was inspired by the poem of the same name by Marie Howe, itself inspired by the theory of singularity, which posits that before the Big Bang, all matter existed within one small, incredibly dense ball of energy. Conceptually, it was amazing to me—that every piece of matter that would become not only you and I, but each of our ancestors and each of our descendants; and every creature long extinct and every one not yet existing; every wondrous and every awful and every hideous and every radiant thing—that the components of its being would have existed first, alongside every other, in this speck of dust. Here, the scientific meets the spiritual; becomes it, even—we’re given the chance to frame any living thing (any existing thing, really) as our brethren, that with which we once laid together in an ancient, cosmic womb.” —Marissa Davis