This was the morning: camellias and oak trees. And koi ponds, a small, very green lake with coots and mallards drifting, a Japanese garden with an unattended snack bar my son immediately took over, stepping behind the counter (which came up to his nose), ordering me to order french fries and a hangaburger, then ordering me to speak to his bird (which he ‘materialized’ from a refrigerator that wouldn’t open). He held the bird out to me on his hand. When I took the bird with my forefinger and spoke to it, he took it back with his forefinger and gave it many kisses. Oh, life. 8 years ago if someone had showed me this little scene? I wouldn’t have believed it. Miracles abound. In wastelands, in previously established routines, in Los Angeles. And I don’t know what the bejeezus it is about oak trees, but they are magic. They calm me, shutting down panic-bits I wasn’t even aware I was harboring. When there are enough oaks to make a puzzle of the sky, I can’t help but stop and gaze and listen. Old and snaggle-leaved, kinked branches wending with a surprising grace—a definite peace transfers to the gazer…Someday I hope whatever house we live in is surrounded by oak trees, indefinitely.
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PB ReadsRhapsodomancy Reading Series, Good Luck Bar, Los Feliz, CA 7:30pm, At which I will read. Click on Rhapsodomancy link in Blogroll below.February 9th, 2014PB and several other readers take part in Los Angeles' top rated reading series.
PB Rides The Unicycle!UPDATE from Feb., 2013: It is now July/2014--pretty sure unicycle got tired of waiting to be ridden and cycled off to join a circus.December 28th, 2013
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