listening to love
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Dancing Through Life
Bioluminescent night swim again. Every single time I do this, I remember that it’s an amazing planet, full of miracles and wonders. Sparks stream from my hands, a leaping fish splashes into flashes of radiance. We are oh so briefly illuminated in this world. Let’s enjoy it. Boat for sale Books for saleLetters to LuluRomy…
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Ambling
I’m not in Tallahassee, carefully angling the travel trailer behind Trader Joe’s for comfort food, after yet another attempt to reconcile with a relative. I’m not in County Cork, dismayed as my grandfather yells at my brother for blowing bubbles in his soda. I’m not in a Budapest bath, standing in a cool pool while…
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Reminders
We only know one-tenth of one-tenth of one-tenth of anything, and even that, not all the time. We forget, we humans, that all is not pain and suffering. We forget, we humans, that the extraordinary is all around us. We forget, we humans, the constant and ever-changing miracle of life. We forget, we humans. But…
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Rural Seaside Wanted
Seeking rural seaside property, 5-10 acres of wild, undeveloped land near a surf break. I plan to build a small off-grid ranch, amenable to horses and other wildlife. Solar, wind, and water powers the place. Temperate climate preferred (too many summers in the tropics; The Bod ain’t havin’ it no mo’). Any leads welcome. Boat…
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Saleboat
Due to health issues, I must sell my beloved sailboat, a 1979 Gulfstar37. Price negotiable, cash preferred, trades considered. Clear title, good condition, drydocked in Puerto Peñasco MX. 2023 survey, project list, and more photos available. Bookshelf:Romy & JulioDiary of a Reluctant Traveler: 15 months on the road from coast to coast to coastSea Change:…
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Letters to Lulu
My novella is out! Letters to Lulu, part of an anthology, and partly written while living in my car (‘unhoused’ is evidently the current term). Here’s an excerpt: CHOOSING JOY: January 1 Darling Lulu, Well, I arrived. (Obviously, since I’m writing this.) You would not believe the time I had — trains, planes, automobiles, indeed. Très amusant. The…
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Cabooses
My mother sewed us little muu-muus to sleep in, which we called cabooses for some reason. After Johnny transitioned, I opened our drawer and looked at them that first night. We shared a bedroom. We shared everything. That first night was strange. I was alone. It was my turn to open the drawer with the…
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Devoted
“Attention is the beginning of devotion.” —Mary Oliver I am devoted to the Ocean, but there was a time, not long ago, that my attention to her (and me) waned. Eventually I became ill. Eventually Death inched closer. Then closer. I didn’t want to die inland, so, barely breathing, heart stuck on Rapid, I drove…
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Flight/Fight
Beware the miserable: they will try to cut you down. It ain’t personal, but it can be painful. Jealousy has been a problem most of my life, both ways. Fortunately, I’m still standing, so I can still learn. Why is that relative hating on me? Oh yeah: envy. Why is that boatyard bozo targeting me?…
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Boatyard Bitch
After much grief from various Boatyard Bozos, I created a group of my own: The Boatyard Bitches. Much to my delight, another capitana joined immediately. To paraphrase Sherlock Holmes (via Arthur Conan Doyle), the air of Peñasco is sweeter for my presence. Surfing helps deal with dodos too. When the tide is low and the…
