living with mysteries…


Imperial Garden

by Billy Collins

It was at the end of dinner,

the two of us in a red booth

maintaining our silence,

when I decided to compose a message

for the fortune cookie you were soon to receive.

Avoid mulishness when choosing

a position on the great board game of life

was my mean-spirited contribution

to the treasury of Confucian wisdom.

But while we waited for the cookies,

the slices of oranges,

and the inescapable pot of watery tea,

I realized that by mulishness

I meant your refusal to let me

have my own way every time I wanted it.

I watched you looking off to the side—

your mass of dark hair,

your profile softened by lamplight—

and then I made up a fortune for myself.

He who acts like a jerk

on an island of his own creation

will have only the horizon for a friend.

I seemed to be getting worse at this,

I thought, as the cookies arrived at the table

along with the orange slices

and a teapot painted with tigers

menacingly peering out from the undergrowth.

The restaurant was quiet then.

The waiter returned to looking out at the street,

a zither whimpered in the background,

and we turned to our cookies,

cracking the brittle shells

then rolling into little balls

the tiny scrolls of our destinies

before dropping them, unread, into our cups of tea—

a little good-luck thing we’d been doing ever since we met.
Billy Collins, “Imperial Garden” from Whale Day and Other Poems published by Random House. © 2020 Billy Collins. Used with permission of the Chris Calhoun Agency.

Living with mystery means sometimes I have to look inside for the answer.

move to a different drum

give time to discern a decision

hold to the circle of solidarity

Jeanne 2021

life or death


I choose one for you when I choose one for me

I am never alone.


here I am in Damascus

where 3 of we doctors were killed by a suicide bomber 2 weeks ago.

For one, the only remaining piece left was his ID label.

I have been ordered by the UN to remain here for 4 more months because of the pandemic.

My 11 year old son needs me.I am all he has.

More than anything, after 20 years in the US Army, I want to be with my family, safe.

My faith tells me I am not alone with the hatred.

I believe in The power of God’s Spirit to protect me and you.

Please pray for me.

Know and support me emotionally, please.

from the little ones…


from Willie to Logan to Jeanne

‘the social unit

‘neath the aura of Agnes



solidarity (Japanese)

the social unit

extended family











in the kitchen the orange tulips came in Spring, 2020


the pandemic too



empty shelves



faith, hope and love…in good measure!



The Boast of Heraldry by John Stevens

the power of calligraphy on red


“I want all of the girls watching here now to know, that a new day is on the horizon. And when that new day finally dawns, it will be because of a lot of magnificent women, many of whom are right here in this room tonight, and some pretty phenomenal men, fighting hard to make sure that they become the leaders who take us to the time when nobody ever has to say, ‘me too’ again.” Oprah Winfrey accepts the 2018 Cecil B. de Mille award. #GoldenGlobes

The Women Are Marching!


art by Elizabeth Rose Stanton



Pink hatted, red scarfs, muscle

built action women!

Definition #153 Irish Lamb

St Patrick's Day  2015 Irish sheep drinks at the spring

St Patrick’s Day
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patience, nourishment, green fields,


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