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Photo by Alex Gruber on Unsplash How do I reconcile you sweet slice of juicy pineapple  pampered and protected from the Northern frost happily settled in a crystal cradle shared by raspberries blackberries and papaya deploying perfumes seducing the palates of executives conferring

Artwork by  Arabella Luna Friedland  Poetry by Trudi Lee Richards Translation by Fernando Aranguiz Reprinted with permission from Global Poemic   It struck one day out of the blue, cropping up all at once in random spots all across the

    From that Distant Place When something resonates in my inner depthswhere in those depths is that happening?When you approach and whisper in my earwhere are you coming from? Sometimes on calm autumn eveningswalking among the ochre pathwaysdrawn by

Lost Technologies I remember the Telephone.There was only onein our house,a shiny black plastic contraptionenthroned on a little table in the living room. Everyone was at its beck and callsince it was attachedby a wire to the walland was thereforethe very oppositeof mobile.

Listen to audio….Blessings I know all too wellthat living often seemsto bring nothingbut grief. Neverthelesson this extraordinary dayI give thanks,and thanks, and more thanks because somehowfor no reason at allI have suddenly been filled with Light.  Lightfrom who knows whereor how –all I