Saturday, December 17, 2016

Some Dozen Talismans

. 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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