Loose Leaf Notes

1. This is what I miss about my grandsons now that they are teenagers. A past flash back Oh Baby! post HERE. 

2. It’s a June moon / suspended in the sky / waiting for a poet’s push / to swing it

3. Waiting for the Dough to Fall.

4. When someone who knows you are a writer buys a bottle of wine in your honor.

5. Josh Copus: “I’m an artist and creative entrepreneur. And I was raised in Floyd County, Virginia, which is in the Appalachian Mountains of southwestern Virginia, in a very rural place. I grew up in the alternative community, so I was raised on a hippie commune, and my parents moved there to go “back to the land.” And so many people in my community were artists. That was quite common. So I had a lot of role models for how to do that and it never seemed like a weird thing to do.” – Read more about my son’s origin story as a wild clay potter, Q&A: Appalachian Potter Josh Copus has ‘Mud in the Blood’ HERE. 

6. Let the pool days begin.

7. Oddly, this happened.

8. Excerpt from my Facebook News Reel: “The United States once led the world. Now it lurches behind Israel’s shadow, like some punch drunk barroom bouncer, throwing billion-dollar tantrums that leave its allies uneasy, its adversaries emboldened, and its citizens staring down another quagmire they never voted for.” Oregon’s Bay Area

9. If the shoe doesn’t fit / how long will you wear it / before you ask / Whose shoe is it? / How many are there? / When did the first one drop? Read Monsters Under the Bed in its entirety HERE.

10. My latest astrology reading by Rob Brezsny, an unorthodox free will astrologer and then some:  Trust in the indirect path, the sideways glance, the half-remembered dream, and the overheard conversation. Anything blatant and loud is probably not relevant to your interests. PS: Be keen to notice what’s not being said.

11. Pendulum Swing – Hold on tight / to its rocky boat / when the world is spinning / out of control / All hands on deck / to make a careful twist / Not too far right/Not too far left

12. I had completely forgotten about the above poem which I found by putting the word “swing” in my blog search bar. THIS fun flashback also came up.

13. Rinse and repeat.

_______Thirteen Thursday