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Dear Escoffier: Entry 7: Mole-ing
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Oct 27, 2011. Tired travelers with baggage. Their anger is sound. For this lateness unfound. Stuck in the basement of Port Authority. This is so typical of Greyhound. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ecofeminist and Mothering Ruminations. Manhattan Rooftop Garden Project. View my complete profile. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Dear Escoffier: Entry 5: Primordial Night Jazz
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Oct 27, 2011. Entry 5: Primordial Night Jazz. Greetings out there, all you crazy cats and cool kids. Tonight we are broadcasting live and in your neighborhood,. Your alley way, and your back porch. Step outside and turn the record off. Open your ears to the live sounds,. This is primordial night jazz. Tune in to the story, and out from the fuss. The music is here, and it comes in all shapes and sizes –. From wind whispered grass to gulching gulleys. From silent owl eyes to cricket chirps,.
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Dear Escoffier: Entry 4: Classroom Biodiversity
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Oct 26, 2011. Entry 4: Classroom Biodiversity. The nature of knowledge is fleeting. We attempt, in sharing, teaching, and beating,. To ensure perpetuity of what we know as the truth. The chalkboard mocks my fumbling. For I just can’t help forgetting. The things my teachers’ want me to know. But from Stoichiometry to grammar and spelling,. The lectures and power points are telling. That we’ve lost ourselves in facts and figures. The time we’ve lost talking. We’ve gained for rote memorizing.
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Dear Escoffier: Entry 3: Soup Mantra
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Oct 26, 2011. Entry 3: Soup Mantra. Swamp of love, sea of health. My bowl of refrigerator overflow,. You are the Phoenix from my ashes. From a witch’s Cauldron to a grandmother’s kitchen,. We put our faith in the pot, and our souls in the mix. You are made with love,. Experimentation, and giddy excitement. You are my magic spell. Warm me up, inside and out. Lift me up, outside and around. You receive me, and I am open. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ecofeminist and Mothering Ruminations.
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Dear Escoffier: Entry 1: My Afternoon With the Sun
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Oct 26, 2011. Entry 1: My Afternoon With the Sun. A sobering email on my blackberry ends our harmonic respite from daily duties. They too must continue on their routine, but our afternoon together must not be lost in time and cluttered memory – today I received too much good advice for such a thing. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ecofeminist and Mothering Ruminations. Manhattan Rooftop Garden Project. View my complete profile. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Dear Escoffier: Entry 6: When I Went to College and What I Saw There
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Oct 27, 2011. Entry 6: When I Went to College and What I Saw There. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ecofeminist and Mothering Ruminations. Manhattan Rooftop Garden Project. View my complete profile. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Dear Escoffier: Entry 2: Morning in the Hemlock Glenn Lean-to
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Oct 26, 2011. Entry 2: Morning in the Hemlock Glenn Lean-to. The tips of my toes brush the leaf-laden forest floor below the Lean-to. Layers of leaves at different stages of decomposition are disrupted by the swaying of my feet. How long has that leaf been lying in that spot below this ledge on this forest floor? I sit on the edge of the Lean-to, gripping well-worn solid wood, and feel like an intruder in a place fine without me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ecofeminist and Mothering Ruminations.
