. green Kenyan beads (dyed
seed pods, strung on myriad glass beads and glassy seeds, paying for education
there in Africa)
. Guajillo chile pods (to
simmer for hours with lean pork and oregano in posole)
. fir sap (indelible on my
fingers, making its pungent and poignant way into what I write)
. the smell of grilling
Mongolian barbecue (with tables set outside in the afternoon sun, one of those
northern California things)
. Handel's "Lascia ch'io pianga" (a song of
pain)
. Strauss's lieder "Morgen!" (a song of hope)
. a gift of tangerine
flavored balsalmic vinegar in a small slender bottle
. horses being led quietly through
the December morning
. Cuban black beans, and the
quiet announcement of Fidel Castro's death
. on the night air, the
manifestation of peppermint oil
. Walt Whitman after
countless time
. a mystery about a
pilgrimage to Canterbury, bones and old wives' tales
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Horse and Green Stone
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