Jack and the Bean Stalk

I used to think Jack was marvelous until he cut down the bean stalk. Then I decided I wanted to grow up in a famous charcuterie. Thank goodness for plates of boudin and baguettes with rillettes. I think food is beautiful. Life in tiny green pods. I'm watching CNN eating micro greens. I know where my sunflower shoots came from. I bought them this morning from the guy who plucked them from the earth. One person, to another person. In another part of my brain Stan Grant is talking about nuclear power plants while they flash images of Japan under water. They're talking about active search and rescue, they're looking for a void, signs of life. It's odd and slightly upside down. Life in the shoots, life in the water. The more I watch, the less I understand. On the other side of the world, life in peril. It feels like there's not enough help to go around. 

Lesson #59: Save the world a little at a time

Stronger Roots

"When the root is strong the fruit is sweet"

Bob Marley

I keep thinking about reversing plastic planter shapes. Breaking up fibers to loosen roots, digging into new soil, pouring water into soggy earth. It's almost that time where the sun comes out. All the nerves stretch out like pointed toes. Things have changed this winter. As uneventful and prominent as ever. I started thinking about Galveston. A place I can't stop going back. A foreign object in a place that was constant. If anything was planter shapped it was this. Lately the roots are splayed out everywhere. I keep going back to change. I'll try to deny it, but I like it when things are the same in one place. The still middle, in a spinning room. My same is different. I have to get used to another way. Sometimes I wish everyone stayed young, everything was just like high school on Pine Street. I have long since overcome my fear of change, but I didn't want to. Give me my way, my roots would be compact. I keep turning around, and seeing something else. I'm almost past all the things I once never wanted to face. I still suffer from my knee jerk reaction, but things keep happening and I out grow my pot. Sometimes I am a reluctant root.

Lesson #57: Break up the cluster



Yo Mother

Rain Rain go away come again another day.

Yo Mother Earth,

What up gurl! How's it going, long time no talk. So I have a slight favor to ask. As you may already know, I have big plans for this weekend. I was hoping to go camping. You know, bask in your glory and all that. In fact, I have already purchased everything I need. (I like to think ahead.) I was just perusing, but I noticed that there is a slight chance of thunderstorms Saturday. It's just that, I really need a new facebook profile picture, and this was going to be a pretty good opportunity for me, sooo... I was hoping we could talk. You know, I'm not here to threaten. I mean, some people may fly off the handle and say something totally crazy. I for one would never think of screaming in the street while fliping you the bird. I'm just here to ask a little favor. I mean, have a heart, I'm already packed, I just I thought we could think it through. You see, Saturday is not a good day for me. You know I'm all about "making it rain" but Sunday is really better for all of us, don't you agree? I mean we're leaving Sunday, so go for it. The crops still get the rain, and we get a little hiking in, everyone wins. Wow I feel much better, its so great to get things off your chest, ya know? Well, sleep tight, consider what I said, we'll talk tomorrow. 

-Sarah

Lesson #25: Don't rain on my parade.