Thanking Two

the sun
our source
of free energy

the amazing explosion
93 million miles away
and a tiny sliver of this huge
being's energy (a million times the size of
Earth)
comes to us

grows the grass that feeds
the cows
that graze down near Fresno
and are milked in the pastures
and then the milk
raw milk
sent to stores all over California

thankful to
sun
and raw milk
and the magic of bacteria
to make
Keffir
from the last batch of keffir

thanks to sun

for drying towels





for drying dishes



for giving Marlie a warm
morning in which
to plant some spinach seeds


thankful
that the night is dark
and sleep comes

and then the day
the sun,


sometimes bright,
sometimes hidden

but always there
keeping life going
on this beautiful, amazing planet

Earth

Parenting, and Play

play is how children learn
play is how
we
all
no matter how old
connect with the joy
of discovery
and being alive

sports
are usually a pale
and overly stident aspect of play

if your child can invent games
in the mud
and at the creek
and with a ball
and with a basketball
and with a rock
and with an acorn

better off
i'd say
than all this organized
stuff

and yes
yes
soccer
is wonderful
and basketball
and playing the piano

and still
play
that is made up
and unsupervised
and doesn't have the time stamp
and the pressure competition
stamp
and doesn't have the endless
chauffering stamp:

just outside
with a couple other kids
or by themselves:

that might very well
be the best sort



word count: 21,006
NaNoWriMo
la
la

For survival, read ferns not books

Good movie
out and about
sonoma,
of course,
getting it a bit later

and fine
by me

called: Into the Wild

young man,
full of hot and hairy fire
off to test himself
see the world

pissed at parents
fine
wants to be a man
fine
see the world
fine
get with nature
fine

twisted a bit
by parents
so what,
who isn't,
and worked up about the mes
of civilzation
fine

likes to work
good
likes people
to a point
good,
and a bit sad,
and

then off to Alaska
and instad of getting to
know the land
got lost
in his books

and starved to death
sleeping indoors.
not laying his head body bones
down each day and night
in the grass
and ferns
and weeds
and letting them
teach him
what to eat
what not

instead of
honest wet
dampness and stars all night
hiding away in
a tin box,
dumb ass,
"escaping" from civilization
and then putting himelf
to jail

not exploring to find
a bridge
a mile and a half up from his place
coulda got him over the river
he let his mind
tell him was trapping
him

shoulda had the place,
the land,
wild and free
and big
explored
for blackberries
and birds
and grubs ten
miles in every direction

shoulda listened
to dreams
and birds
and sky
and earth spirits:
eat this,
don't eat that
come this way,
not that,
sleep now
quiet now
shout now
rest now
run now
tune in to
the wisdom
of the world

looking to books
to teach him
the beneath books
wisdom
and it's all around
him

stay home
and bask
in the library
or go to the wild
and listen to the wild

can't be word
caught and
free
at the same time

even here
on the computer
unless words
wake up the place
beyond
and underneat the words

same old
stuck
stuff

anyway:
boy of the wild,
into the wild
almost

"almost" doesn't cut it

died in the spring
green spring
food all around


fine ideas
and then
didn't learn
from the wild
just went there
and died
dumb asshole

oh, well,
great movie
i'm going to see it again

nano nano NaNoWriMo.orgcontinues
roaring,
unthinking
mainly dialogue
all i know of therapy
and this and that
a lot
on schedule to get to 50,000
by day fifteen
and then double up by day thirty
fun, crazy,
some days i say i can't
and then
pull me
out with
the work
or the mornig pages
or
do feldenkrais
and get the thinking going
without words
it's so great
and so on

love
to anyone
who visits

and even better:
a hint:
now
is always
here

and if words
talk about it
not now
anymore

weird
wild

into that wild
always available