A Feast of Peaches

Lush if that is the preference

When before the deity stands

A heart, a soul

A yearning for a forgotten

A timeless, a lifetime’s

Unquenched Memory

A prayer sent, a plea

A bargain, a deal

For grace in groves of peaches

In sweetness, in intoxicating

Rivulets of dreams

before the garden

Before the feast

When we in the company

Of immortals gaze

Into eternity…

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Birding Around

On a hot Saturday, since it is summer, this was in the backyard.

It huddled alone among the dead weeds on the parched land. What in the world? A white crow? Co siders g all the stress I was having I wondered if it was a sign from above. Black crows are a harbinger of death. White crows… who knows.

Well….It is a little egret. Not a big heron like the ones that soar majestically above our heads as they gracefully land into the river behind our house. Nope. It is small. This one hopped around even with the noise of the weeder going. I figured something was wrong with it. It couldn’t fly away.

We caught it. It is currently resting in the tub. Here is my dilemma. There are no Audubon wildlife society clinics here. There are no vets designated for wild birds here. There are no wildlife rehabilitators anywhere near here. And the Department of Fish and Game? Not picking up their phones. What the hell are we gonna do?

We plan to release the bird into a sanctuary. After it rests, that is. We have to go and buy small gold fishes for it for now. At the very least, we have nearby sanctuaries where the bird can have places to hide, a place to find grub and drink. And let nature take its course to heal it. We hope. Because we can see no visible injury. It just can’t fly. And we have currently no one to guide us.

Update: bird was released into the Delta. Or at least a place near the Delta called The Reserve. It’s by a golf course so it is pretty well protected. There are places it can hide, it’s near water and it has plenty of grub. Everything the bird needs to give it a chance.

Stagnant

There used to be motion

Endless notions

Restlessness

Stirrings of everything

That could have been possible

There used to be flowing

Between ideas and creation

Wafting of verdant imagination

Of tales untold bursting

At straining seams

Then life took hold of limited space

Filled with responsibilities

And upward mobilities

Social climbing

Regardless of rising ages

And failing faculties

And at this pinnacle

Or deep deep valley

Standing still or sitting

The air is still,

unmoving

Stale

Like the flow of ideas

And gravitational motivation

Becoming

Motionless

Unmoving

Stagnant.

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A little Greek

Missing the breakfasts I used to eat in Athens at the Plaka Hotel close to Monastiraki station, I was inspired to have a similar breakfast.

Greek olives, lemon juice, tomatoes, English cucumbers, a pinch of salt and pepper, and (this is key) Greek olive oil. Tossed together in a bowl.

Next to rustic bread, a slice of bacon and breakfast is served. Feta cheese could be added, but I wasn’t sure if there were any good ones here. The feta cheese that came with this in Athens did not have that gamey taste. Leaving it out was fine. It is healthier.

Sipping tea after breakfast was perfectly acceptable since a cappuccino machine wasn’t available.

Garlic Shrimp with a Healthy Twist

Dinner tonight is a bit well… experimental. I acquired the recipe for Aloha Market Garlic Shrimp long time ago in Honolulu. It’s a simple recipe. Garlic in a little oil, butter, shrimp, sea salt and pepper. Toss all together and put over a bed of steaming white rice.

And it is delicious! But I need to eat a bit healthier. So garlic (lots!! Chopped in to tiny pieces… minced), olive oil, salt pepper, shrimp, baby bella mushrooms, some kale…. And yum!!! Over a bed of rice….

Join me?