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My father read Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn aloud to me when I was very young. There were other books that followed, but he really loved those two stories, and made them come alive while reading them. He liked to sing and recite poetry. We sang at parities all the time. Since we had a player piano, talent was no barrier to musical contribution. I pumped happily away for hours singing with the piano rolls. I still know the words to most of those songs, or could with some prompting, remember the lyrics. I wrote songs myself as a teen, but do not remember them at all, which is funny. I do remember The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W Service, which my father knew by heart. As an Okie in Pennsylvania I know he identified heavily with Sam McGee because he frequently and randomly said “Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve been warm.”
My dad was a funny troubadour of sorts who did not know that his 8th great grandmother was Mistress Bradstreet, Pilgrim poet. He did often say,” You’re a poet, your feet show it, they’re Longfellows.” Now that I have discovered the Bradstreet connection I am revising the rhyme:
Keep the beat,
Think on your feet,
You’re a Bradstreet.
Since I found Mistress Bradstreet at the Poetry Center I am wondering about my own relationship to words and poetry. Do I have any poetic DNA that I need to develop? Curious, I attended the inauguration of Arizona’s new poet laureate, Alberto, Tito, Rios of Nogales, AZ. He addressed the crowd, read some poems, then answered some questions from the audience. He is a professor so he found it easy to teach the group. His style includes plenty of comedy, which holds the attention. An audience question was, “What is the difference between writing poetry and writing prose?” His answer was perfect and memorable. He said, ” Each line in a poem should be able to stand by itself. If one of my poems shattered and all the lines were left alone, each should be strong enough to get a good job in another poem.” I love that. I also love the Poetry Center which is very near my home. I don’t really think the lines in my poem above could find work elsewhere, but if I work on it, perhaps the spirit of Mistress Bradstreet will guide me to achieve better outcomes.
The other fine advice Mr Rios gave, which he illustrated with a story from his youth, was that you observe events and happenings in your life that will die without a story if you do not tell them. His attitude is that all of us have the potential to use words in a poetic way, and the experience enhances our own lives when we do it. We also liberate objects and events that want their stories to be told. This magical reality view of the objects comes naturally from his bilingual and bicultural background. In Spanish reflexive verbs make the world a highly animated place in which things take action. I believe Tito Rios is the perfect artistic and cultural representative who could have been chosen as our official poet. I am pleased to have been in the special inaugural audience.
The Celtic holiday Samhain is still celebrated by some on October 31. The city of Dublin is embracing the ancient holiday in new ways. Poetry is a way to create connection with the future and also with the past. Some poems and songs survive from anonymous authors, while ancient Greeks are preserved in drama, ode and epic. Translation is a tricky thing, especially when translating Pagan rituals to Catholic practices. My ancestors, the O’Byrnes, came from County Meathe where Samhain was and is celebrated. I hope someday to visit Dublin to see these Irish in action with their ancient tradition.
Since I am in Tucson, with a strong and popular All Souls’ Day party I plan to add poetry this year by attending the reading on Friday night at the U of A Poetry Center by our new poet laureate. He is from the border, our own very specific and special place. This border has been directly responsible for plenty of death, and plenty of opportunity. In a spiritual sense our border has never been real, but artificial, setting a trap, catching little prey. It makes crime irresistible to the desperate. It works to incentivize illegal behavior. If the dead are visiting this week they will have no trouble crossing the border, even though they may have died trying. I look forward to the experience.
This holiday season I have decided to create a diet plan. Each year we splurge eating outside of our normal diet to enjoy some seasonal goodies both at home and out and about. I think it is silly to deny yourself all relatively unhealthy foods since it creates a special power around the food. You can taste almost anything, then put it down and walk away without harming yourself. Moderation in all things may seem stingy in comparison to the commercial holiday cheer with merchandise at the base of it all. Gifting or not gifting is easy at our house. We like experiences better than items so very few presents are given unless they are special yard sale finds. We love art, but filled our home already, so we have to go to galleries and museums to see anything new. Our tradition involves making treats and attending special events. This season I am mindfully setting a budget, not so much in dollars, but in calories, alcohol, and fat.
If I allow myself to be mindless at the supermarket I end up with a lot of unhealthy treat ingredients that will become cookies, etc. I have become a creative bartender and now have a vast array of interesting liquor with which to mix cocktails. The idea of the taste profile of the cocktail is to enhance your snacks or meal. I enjoy creating new cocktails from recipes and sometimes by experiment. Since I enjoy taking risks in the kitchen, my bar tending is a natural extension of that exploratory spirit. I am carried away with using seasonal ingredients and the fruit from my garden in cocktail recipes. I could not work at a bar since I know few classic drinks, but in terms of kinky creations I get better all the time. Therein lies the problem. These tasty spirits take over the situation and decide that moderation is out the window for the night. One good taste leads to another. Last winter I did allow the spirit of alcohol to leave the barn door open for the spirit of sugar and other inferior foods to enter my body in mass quantities. My general health suffered from this overdose, and required reform of my diet in order to recover.
This winter as the nights grow longer and the wood stove glows I am starting a written log of what I eat and drink. This is not for publication, but for my own information. I will not allow sneaky spirits, holiday or otherwise, make me fat this winter. They have no power over me. I never drank hard alcohol until a couple of years ago when I bought some cheap bourbon to pour on my dad’s grave on All Soul’s Day. My parents both loved to cocktail way too much, which was responsible for many of their health problems. I have chosen to have a different relationship with alcoholic spirits. Cheers! Happy Holidays! Think before you drink!!!
Tethys was a titan, which means an original goddess, before Zeus and the Olympians took over the pantheon. Her sisters were Nyx and Gaia, who ruled darkness and the earth. She was Mother of the Sea, ruling clouds, springs, rivers, and streams. Her children were called Oceanids. Water is the emotional element; Tides, currents and undertows closely resemble human emotional forces. The energy or wave of an emotion passes through the body as well as the life of the person involved. Tethys is known as the goddess of nursing, and if you think of feeding the earth with clean water, her services are needed more than ever today. To get in touch with Tethys realize that flow and currents can be ridden, but it is folly to fight against them. Emotional problems are the same; Denial or repression will not end them, but can make the ride much rougher. You can not change the waves, but you can learn to surf.
Last night I took Bob on a dining date featuring his favorite beverage, beer. I used to drink beer, but have all but given it up these days. I still like the taste, so the beer and food pairing was very appealing to me. I drove, so after the taste, I generally gave the rest of the glass to Bob. There was one exception, the Imperial stout. It was my favorite of the evening so I wanted to drink all of it. They poured 4 ounces for each course because the beers were very high in alcohol content.
The chef worked with Mission Brewery of San Diego to create tastes that paired with these strong beer flavors. I did write on my reservation request a few weeks ago that I am vegetarian, but to make sure I mentioned it to our server when we arrived at the dinner. It became obvious that they did not have the information. I am not sure if the server did not mention it, or they do not read the reservations that people write down on paper. I give them points for thinking on their feet and kicking out very good samples for me. The favorite of all the people at our table was the corn and ricotta fritter, which was a veg. item anyhow. My plates were visually as good as Bob’s real street food with meat. The ruben sandwich was superb; Mine had kale instead of corned beef. The meal ended with a very light beer that I delivered straight to Bob. We thought the meal and the company, as well as the education we got from the chef and beermeister were well worth the price and the short drive from our home. This is our second theme dinner at Zona. Our new beer drinking buddies at the table had been to dinners there featuring other craft brewers, which they enjoyed. The reasons we will return to Zona 78 for special dinners in the future:
I must interrupt the regularly scheduled program to tell you how much I love this Saudi guy. Humor is by far the best way to make a point, and he does so with brilliant technical quality. Help this song go viral because it is both funny and meaningful right now.
On Monday in the Mission District in San Francisco traffic is relatively slow. My friend and I arrived early for a lunch date in order to shop and look around in the area. It turned out to be the perfect off peak time to be there. We found metered street parking right outside the restaurant, set it up for 4 hours, and set off in search of whatever there was to find. We had been told that the area is becoming so hip and gallery filled that regular folks are being priced out of the commercial space. This is kind of true. Upscale art and restaurants, clubs and clothing dot the landscape of the Hispanic neighborhood of the city.
The first stop on our tour was an amazing felt gallery with modern designs and very special material. Peace Industry felt rugs are produced in Turkey. The texture is sturdy but also really soft. I enjoyed feeling the felt under my feet. All sizes are made with designs created especially for this purpose. Fair trade is practiced and the result is amazing merchandise at very fair pricing. I want one still, and have remembered what Dodd Raissnia, the proprietor, told us while we were looking at the pieces in the gallery. The sales tax in San Francisco is about the same as shipping to most US locations, so many of the customers do purchase from home. I still recall how wonderful it feels, and I know it would last for the rest of my life. I may start with one of the small baskets constructed out of pieces of felt just as a warm up. I thought all the pieces were delightfully designed and very well crafted. The stools would be super cozy by the wood stove in winter.
I went to the U of A Poetry Center to leave an offering I made for my mom at the altar. While I was there I found my paternal ancestor’s book of poems and read for a while. Mistress Bradstreet had a style that showed her knowledge of history, astrology, and nature. She offered meditations to her son to guide him in the future when she was no longer alive. I truly had to wonder if she had ever thought her 9th great granddaughter might read her work and try to imagine her living presence. Knowing facts about the lives of my ancestors is fun, but the creative writing of my grandmother is more personal. I wrote an ode to all of the people who survived in order for me to exist today.
Ancestry Garden
Rows of ancestors spread out in the garden of research
Roots reveal; Some conceal, the same deal
What do they leave for us?
What do we keep as our own?
They still offer, they still have wisdom
Connected by birth/death/recognition.
They tell us the secrets of mortality.
My 9th great grandmother was the first woman poet to be published in America:
Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672) is one of the most important figures in the history of American Literature. She is considered by many to be the first American poet, and her first collection of poems, “The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up in America, By a Gentlewoman of Those Parts”, doesn’t contain any of her best known poems, it was the first book written by a woman to be published in the United States. Mrs. Bradstreet’s work also serves as a document of the struggles of a Puritan wife against the hardships of New England colonial life, and in some way is a testament to plight of the women of the age. Anne’s life was a constant struggle, from her difficult adaptation to the rigors of the new land, to her constant battle with illness.
It is clear to see that Anne’s faith was exemplary, and so was her love for children and her husband, Governor Simon Bradstreet. Anne’s poems were written mainly during the long periods of loneliness while Simon was away on political errands. Anne, who was a well educated woman, also spent much time with her children, reading to them and teaching them as her father had taught her when she was young. While it is rather easy for us to view Puritan ideology in a bad light because of it’s attitude towards women and strict moral code, her indifference to material wealth, her humility and her spirituality, regardless of religion, made her into a positive, inspirational role model for any of us.
Another one of Anne’s most important qualities was her strong intuition, although only subtly hinted at in her work, probably for fear of reprisal from the deeply religious Puritan community, one cannot help but feel her constant fascination with the human mind, and spirit, and inner guidance.
Her style is deceptively simple, yet speaks of a woman of high intelligence and ideals who was very much in love, and had unconditional faith. While it was difficult for women to air their views in the 17th Century, Anne Bradstreet did so with ease, as her rich vocabulary and polyvalent knowledge brought a lyrical, yet logical quality to her work which made it pleasant for anyone to read.
Anne Dudley Bradstreet was protected by her father and husband at a time when women were not supposed to think, let alone write poetry. She wrote history as she lived it as an Englishwoman in New England. I visited the University of Arizona Poetry Center this week to see the word shrine for the dead. I was very happy to also find a big blue book by Anne Bradstreet on the shelves. I enjoyed the wonderful space and visited with my ancestor by reading her works for about an hour. I had seen some of the work before, but since I was thinking of ancestry I really enjoyed the note she wrote to her son Simon (brother of my own ancestor). There is a copy preserved in her own hand, which I love to see. It gives me some intuition into her soul’s journey. Being a Pilgrim was not easy, but if your father and husband were governors you had some obvious advantages.
It is a wonderment of synchronicity to find my ancestor’s work preserved at the Poetry Center very near my home where I can go visit and read her any time.
Selena bears good tidings at the full moon. She rides through the sky in a silver chariot reflecting all that is true and eternal. She was a Titan goddess, predating the Olympians. Selena bathed during the day and rode around the heavens at night. Her love affair with a handsome mortal resulted in 50 daughters. She has the power to control time, mask reality, and expose the truth. She had her lover put to sleep eternally so she could visit him in a cave forever. She is distant, cold, and yet kind.
The full moon is associated with mania and extreme states of mind. The time between the last new moon and the full moon tonight was characterized by the loony government shutdown and all it entailed. When the old men in the Senate had nothing, the women organized to end the stalemate. They shed light on a ridiculous situation. I am reminded of a saying attributed to the Buddha:
“There are three things that will not long stay hidden, the sun, the moon, and the truth.”