a little bit at the library

photo: public domain

I was interviewed today for an article on stroke. I met with a journalist at the public library downtown and we talked for about an hour and a half as she scribbled notes in her book, a book made from discarded Asian woven plastic rice bags by the look of it.

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You don't have to do anything to be stressful. Stress just happens. Peacefulness, on the other hand, takes practice, a little bit every day, over and over and over, until it becomes a habit.

i remember . . .

. . . the first time I saw the word HORIZONTAL. Mrs. Ambroise, my Kindergarten teacher, one hand behind her back, was writing it on the chalkboard, and seeing the word unfold letter by letter, seeing it stretch all the way across the board like some kind of sacred or magical formula -- so long, so exotic, so z-filled, so horizontal --thrilled me to my core.

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me as the sun-wolf

photo: timothy frederick

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i dreamed . . .

. . . the lady who clears the highways of roadkill picked up a large charred bird carcass with a pair of long-handled tongs and showed it to me. She called it a seal, but it looked more like an ostrich to me. Its flesh was charred and not unappealing, like a spit-roasted pig's crispy brown skin. I recoiled when she pinched her tongs together tightly, afraid the barbecued ostrich might burst.