Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Editor's Corner


 

May 2018

"Mothers and their children are in a category all their own. 
There's no bond so strong in the entire world. No love so instantaneous and forgiving."  
--Gail Tsukiyama, Dreaming Water.
 
So, May brings another birthday to your editor,  and also to many of her friends. Surprising how many May and/or Taureans are not only friends but family members. One can only surmise that the Fall of the Year must consistently be a very romantic period. This birthday girl was the first born of her Mother Lena May Joslin Carroll - oldest child of her parents Arthur and Carrie E. Bullard Joslin - and of her Father John (Jack) Edward Carroll - himself an only child of Nora Viola Alexander Carroll Fisher King - only child of Flutie Creek Alexander Kindrick. Having such young parents, Daddy Jack turned 22 in October that year, meant lots of grandparents and great grandparents and even one great-great grandparent Malinda Bullard Joslin, as well as extra's because of additional marriages adding step-grands and step great-grands, and to all of them - Mary Elizabeth was their first, and as such, spoiled rotten. Your editor avows to all that she has sufficiently matured in 83 years.

Happy Birthday to fellow May celebrants.


Rod Cohenour springs into action again this month with his column "Cooking with Rod" sharing his timely recipe for Cinco de Mayo featuring Rod's Chicken Tortilla Soup. To honor our mothers this Mother's Day, Judith Kroll, aka Featherwind, presents her poem "Our Mothers" in her column "On Trek."

Melinda Cohenour's column "Armchair Genealogy" focus is on DNA and how Science has recently used it in the case of a long sought after criminal, the Golden State Killer.

Thomas F. O'Neill's column "Introspective" from China employs an article just published in the South China Morning Post International Edition about the capture of a huge mosquito.

Mattie Lennon's "Irish Eyes" updates include the annual celebration of the life of noted Irish author of Myles na gCopaleen/ Flann O’Brien/ Brian O’Nolan is held in The Palace Bar, Dublin, on the 1st of April. He also reminds writers of the Listowel Writer's Week and applauds the “alternative biography” of Kavanagh “Love’s Doorway to Life” by Una Agnew and her brother Art Agnew.

Dayvid Clarkson's "Reflections on the Day" plus a pic with words also by him with a selection of daily reflections. Soothing thoughts to usher one to dreamland.

LC Van Savage's column "Consider This," voices a pet peeve on the usage of a few selected words. Her article tells us all about "Queenie."

Bruce Clifford's poems for April are "If Only I Knew" and "When There's Nothing Left That Matters." Bud Lemire submitted these three: "Challenges," "My Pinard Family," and "Signals from Spirit." John I. Blair poems are "I Brake for Squirrels," "Idea," "Miracle," "Spider in the Bathtub," "The Dead Finch," and "Concentrated" for May. That last one is a new Editor's favorite of Blair's poems.

See you in June!!!

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See pic below of Mother who turned 17 the day before my birth, and me in May 1935.

 

Armchair Genealogy


 

Advances in DNA – Science is Amazing!

      As your author continues her exploration research into the ancestors who sourced her personal DNA Story, the news is filled with an incredible story tied directly to the latest advances in DNA technology. Just this week one of the oldest cold cases in the history of California was solved – using DNA in a very clever and controversial manner. To tell this story, a bit of background is essential.

      If you are a fan of crime and forensics real life television, you may well be aware of the hair-raising tale of the Golden State Killer whose evolution from prowler to home invader to thief to rapist to serial killer has been documented in a number of shows and even a few books. The story of this one-man all purpose criminal “gang” began, as far as is now known, 19 March 1974 in the little town of Visalia in California. Police were puzzled by the increasing reports of what almost seemed like teenage pranks – break-ins where the entire home was ransacked but where very little of value was taken. Always the same story; a family member arrived home to find almost every room in the house tumbled and tossed with clothing and silverware, dishes, trash, and miscellany strewn about haphazardly. Upon close examination, the homeowner would find that only cheap and rather meaningless items had been taken: here a plastic ring, there a cheap bauble, somewhere else souvenir cups, coins from a piggy bank or similar cheap but unique items. The break-ins escalated, occurring with increasing frequency until after a couple of years nearly 150 homes had been so vandalized. The modus operandi was so similar that the press tied the crimes and tagged the perp as the “Visalia Ransacker.”

      Those crimes were not a laughing matter, however, for the crimes also held the element of a deeply deranged individual, whose antics held the element of sexual perversion. For, in almost every home, where the intimate clothing of the occupants were strewn about it was readily apparent the intruder had left the most noxious proof of his sexual persuasion – semen covering the bed, the intimate apparel and sometimes in the most bizarre locations in the home. It was clear to the seasoned detectives tasked with finding and stopping this man that with each break-in his behaviour became more and more bizarre. This was a sick mind in the early stages of erratic and deviant growth, a foretaste of evil to come.

      Before the approximate two-year reign of annoying yet creepy invasions, on 11 September 1975, Claude Snelling confronted the invader in his attempt to remove Snelling’s young daughter from their home. Snelling was shot, staggered back inside and lost his life. The Visalia Ransacker had taken his first known victim. Soon after this murder, the reign of the Visalia Ransacker ended. After a final confrontation by a police officer at one of the homes that had previously been burgled, in December of 1975, the perp removed his mask and gloves and pretended to surrender, only to then shoot at the officer. His shot struck the officer’s powerful maglite, shattering the lens and blinding the man. The Ransacker made his escape but would commit no more crimes in Visalia.

      The actual range of crimes attributed to the Visalia Ransacker is subject to question as well, it appearing that some voyeuristic crimes and petty home break-ins prior to the 1974 date given above may have been his work as well. It is also believed by some that two rape-murders of high school girls in the same area were the earliest murders so far committed by the killer.

      Some of the earmarks of this killer’s playbook connected the crimes: the wearing of gloves, entering the home after trying numerous entry points, leaving windows open with screens removed during the execution of the crime, various dishes left by doors to give warning and permit escape, the wearing of a variety of ski masks, coats, and caps to obscure recognition. The perpetrator was also intimately familiar with escape routes, utilizing paths for bicycles or hikers, ditches, trails and the like.

      After the shooting of the police officer, McGowen, the activity moved north about 200 miles to an area near Sacramento. These crimes showed an escalation of the sexual nature of the perp. Not content to merely break into homes in the middle of the night, some while the occupants slept, now the focus appeared to be on single family homes where single women were the sole occupants. Many were raped with a methodology that marked the crimes as having been committed by the same man. Awakened with a flashlight shining in their eyes, blinding the victims, the rapist held a knife and rapidly bound his victims, often using shoelaces or other similar items that appeared to have been prepared in advance. Officer McGowen, still on the case, attempted to tie together the rapes and break-ins in the Sacramento area with those of the Visalia perpetrator. Many elements of the crimes were very similar. One newspaper reporter dubbed the attacker in these Sacramento area crimes the East Area Rapist. The crimes committed under this moniker spanned the time frame of June 1976 through July 1979.

      Following the three year period of crimes detailed for the East Area Rapist, similar crimes began to occur in Southern California, in and around Orange County. Because of his prevalence for attacking single women in the middle of the night, binding and raping them, for this period of his criminal life he was called the Night Stalker. This was before Richard Ramirez was captured in 1985 and his series of crimes tied to the Night Stalker name. As a result, the crimes committed by our one-man gang were re-titled as the work of the Original Night Stalker.

      One other name was tied to the same man: the Diamond Knot Killer as a result of the use of an unusual Chinese knot known as the Diamond Knot being used to secure victims both in the East Area Rapist assaults and in the Southern California assaults. The name by which he will always be known, however, the Golden State Killer, was assigned by an author who recognized the broad scope of his crimes and came up with the truly defining name. That author? Michelle McNamara, a true crime writer who delved deeply into the crimes attributed to these various monikers.

      As neighborhoods under attack began to experience fear, neighborhood meetings began where police officials, psychologists, and local government leaders offered advice and attempted to pass along tips for prevention. It was apparent the crimes were preceded by a period of reconnaissance where potential victims were watched, their homes were entered while they were away, strange phone calls occurred (believed to be another way in which the perp profiled the activities of the home’s occupants) with hang-ups and occasional “wrong number” excuses given. At one of these meetings, a man stood and made a claim that the man committing these crimes was a coward and would NEVER enter a home where a man lived to attack his mate. Soon thereafter, this man’s home was the scene of a terrifying assault. This marked the assimilation of new and more frightening methods by the killer. The new mode of assault was to enter a bedroom shared by a couple, shine the flashlight in their eyes while holding a knife. He then forced the woman to tie up her male partner and admonished her to “make it tight, make it right, or die.” He then stacked dishes (usually a cup on a saucer) on the male’s back while he removed the female to another room, raping her repeatedly. During the prolonged assaults, he would roam the house, prepare food, eat, drink beer, ransack the home, befoul personal objects, take photographs and cheap personal objects, returning often to rape the female again and again. Many surviving victims reported the demented chants uttered by their tormentor. He would often pace the floors muttering, “I’ll kill‘em, I’ll kill’em, I’ll kill’em.” He was quoted by one survivor as rasping out “I HATE you Bonnie, I HATE you!” When asked if he had, in fact, said “Mommie” she said it was definitely Bonnie. Another survivor quoted him as breaking down and crying, “Mommy! Don’t make me! Momma, please!” or words to that effect. One aspect of his physical identification remained the same, however. All rape victims reported he had a very small male sexual organ.

      This was the typical assault – until the night when one of the men managed to escape and bolt outside. While the rapist ran after him to retrieve him, the female managed to break free and run outside the front door screaming. As the Original Night Stalker attempted to force her back inside a neighbor heard the commotion and came outside, armed. The rapist barely escaped. This would mark the last time he permitted his victims to live.

      After this the rapist-voyeur-burglar-terrorist-sadist would take twelve lives, five couples would die and two more individuals. And the violence increased. No longer satisfied with merely shooting his victims, the killer now sated his blood lust by bludgeoning his victims to death where their facial features were often completely obscured.

      Interestingly, the end of this killer’s reign occurred shortly after the first crime was solved utilizing the brand new scientific breakthrough – DNA technology. The first case to utilize DNA to convict a killer was in 1986. The Golden State Killer took his last victim, young Janelle Cruz, an 18 year old restaurant worker, who was raped and bludgeoned to death in her home while her parents were away. This killing took place 3 May 1986. The DNA from her case, carefully preserved by crime scene investigators, would be used to finally and definitively tie together many cases of rape and murder throughout the state.

      “DNA was first used to aid a criminal investigation by Professor Jeffreys in 1986. This investigation used DNA fingerprinting techniques to link semen stain samples, collected from two rapes/murders that had occurred three years apart in 1983 and1986, in a small village in Leicestershire, UK.”
SOURCE: History of DNA profiling — University of Leicester

Who actually discovered DNA?

      “It's commonly believed that James Watson and Francis Crick discovered the double helix shape of DNA. But in fact, they based their work on one of their colleagues at King's College in London - Rosalind Franklin, an x-ray diffraction expert whose images of DNA proteins in the early 1950s revealed a helix shape. “ Feb 15, 2011
SOURCE: The Unsung Hero Who Discovered The Double Helix - io9 - Gizmodo

      It would appear from this very fact that the Golden State Killer was aware of crime and punishment. He was savvy to investigatory methods and ways in which to obscure his identity – until this startling new development arose. Stymied at last and fearful of being arrested for a similar crime lest his DNA be taken and matched? Perhaps so.

      Having such disdain for investigators, taunting them by leaving clues, writing a poem, calling them to announce pending assaults, spreading his semen and spit and other bodily fluids around his hundreds of crime scenes the Golden State Killer was ultimately tripped up by that very bravado. For one investigator, Contra Costra’s Paul Holes, having not one single hit for four decades on the typical DNA profiles used around the nation, decided to try a long shot. Noting the prevalence for the newly advanced methods of identifying relatives for long lost family members, he decided to use the full DNA sample that had been available for decades but which had found no match. It was submitted to GEDMatch.com, a website used by many genealogical researchers around the world. On this site, one can submit – anonymously if desired – a DNA sample and the scientists employed by the website will painstakingly match that sample to others submitted by the public. After a short wait, the police were rewarded by news of a close match. A relative, but not THE man.

      Then the genealogical work began. Having the name of the relative who had not made his sample private, the researchers began combing through other available sites online and sources of documentation to find a killer.

      They searched for a man whose age would match up to the now advanced age of that ruthless and vicious young man some forty years after his final violent killing. They looked for a close relative whose height and physical characteristics from those sightings nearly half a century before would be right. They searched for a man whose work or family connections would place him in the right areas at the times of those many, many crimes. And after they felt certain they had zeroed in on the right man, they began police surveillance. They followed Joseph James DeAngelo, now aged 72, for days waiting for him to discard a usable item from which they could obtain a full DNA profile. And after they collected that sample, a rush was put on the testing to ensure he did not alert to their interest and run.

      When the sample came back as a perfect match, they moved to quickly arrest him as he left his home. One of the team members on this task force was Paul Holes, the retired investigator with the Contra Costa police force who had sought the killer for decades. It was Holes who submitted the DNA to GEDMatch.com. It was Holes who confirmed the discarded DNA sample matched the long-held DNA from the killer. But it was not Holes who got the honor of being in on the final capture. On the day before his retirement, Holes sat outside DeAngelo’s home with the confirmation of the DNA match in his possession and contemplated moving in for the arrest. But, he was alone and it was known that the Golden State Killer was an intuitive and desperate murderer who would stop at nothing to escape. That decision – NOT to make the arrest – probably saved Holes’ life. He can now go into retirement knowing his decision to make the risky move to submit that DNA resulted in the end of a lifetime of violent crime for the Golden State Killer.

      Now we know DeAngelo was a former cop in at least two towns adjacent to the crimes: Auburn and Exeter. His parents lived in Auburn. He investigated property crimes as a part of his job. That is, until another local police department advised his Auburn police chief that he had been caught – shoplifting a hammer and dog repellent from a local store. Alas! Foiled by such a lowlife crime. Not the notoriety he desired, was it?

      Next month, it will be back to the traditional research. The information contained in this article has been compiled from memory from the many news reports and online stories concerning this fascinating capture. But your author could not pass up the opportunity to report on the Breaking NEWS! concerning DNA and its many uses.

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Cooking with Rod


 

A New Twist to an Old Favorite
for
Cinco de Mayo


      You just can’t beat the taste of New Mexico Hatch Green Chiles. It is one of my life’s great pleasures to find new and tasty ways to incorporate them into my recipes.

This is one that pleases the palate. Perfect to serve as the piece de resistance for Cinco de Mayo along with ice cold drinks and warm companionship.

      Bon appetit~!

Rod’s Green Chile Chicken Tortilla Soup

Ingredients:

For the chicken:
  • • 2 lbs. boneless skinless chicken breasts
  • • 2 Tbsp. chili powder
  • • 1 Tbsp. cumin
For the rice base:
  • • 3 cups Instant white rice
  • • 1 can Rotel (tomatoes and peppers)
  • • 2 Tbsp. cumin
  • • 2 Tbsp. chili powder
For the sauce:
  • • 1 can Cream of Chicken soup
  • • 3 cans Hatch green chile chicken enchilada sauce
  • • 1 can milk
  • • 24 oz. can Hatch roasted chopped green chiles
  • • 1 can stewed Italian Style tomatoes (with oregano and basil)
For soup:
  • • 1 can whole kernel sweet corn
  • • 1 can black beans (optional)
For garnish and optional sides:
  • • Tortilla chips
  • • Crisp, cold, radish slices
  • • Wedges of ripe avocado
  • • Chopped, de-stemmed cilantro leaves
  • • Grated cheddar cheese or Mexican blend
  • • Sour cream
  • • Fresh wedges of cold lime
Instructions:

1. Rinse chicken breasts with cold water. Pat dry with paper towels. Season with chile powder and cumin. Place on broiling rack under high heat, middle shelf. Bring to a golden brown and turn, continue broiling on reverse side. When golden brown and fully cooked, remove and let cool before cutting into about one inch (1”) cubes.
2. Prepare rice as directed on package or box. When fluffy and fully cooked, add Rotel, and spices. Cover and set aside.
3. Prepare sauce by whisking together the soup, enchilada sauce and milk in large stew pot until blended thoroughly, add green chiles and tomatoes. Stir.
4. Heat sauce mixture but do not boil. Add rice mixture and stir. Heat but do not permit rice to get over cooked.
5. Add corn and beans, stir and serve. Garnishes should be arranged in individual bowls or in a divided tray that may be passed to dinner guests. Remember, much of one’s taste involves a pleasing presentation.

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Irish Eyes





 

PADDY AND MYLES


      Every year since 2011 a celebration of the life noted Irish author of Myles na gCopaleen/ Flann O’Brien/ Brian O’Nolan is held in The Palace Bar, Dublin, on the 1st of April. This year, once again organised by John Clarke, it happened on Monday the 2nd of April just to make things easier and so it didn’t coincide with a rugby game.
       Myles was the author of ‘An Béal Bocht’, The Third Policeman, ‘At Swim Two Birds’, and other literary works as well as a wildly popular column in The Irish Times. He died on April 1st 1966, hence the date of the celebration.
       Myles, along with other noted literary figures of the day was a very frequent visitor to The Palace Bar on Fleet Street. The pub was one of several pub associated with the literary types of the day, including The Pearl, McDaid’s, The Bailey, and Davy Byrnes. While McDaid’s was the sawdust on the floor type of place, The Palace was considered a deal more refined and respectable. Myles seemed to enjoy and frequent The Palace more so than the other pubs.
      From 3-6pm there was a celebration of the life and work of Myles na gCopaleen in The Palace Bar in the form of readings and performances of some of his work in costume. Entrance was free and it was packed to the rafters.

      The contributors were all fans of Myles/ Flann/Brian.
Val O’Donnell
Racker Donnelly

      There were Val O’Donnell, Racker Donnelly, Tim Casey, Louis O ‘Brien, Jim Butler, Henry Mitchel, Vincent Kenny, Jack Lynch, Peter Prior, Frank Swords and Andrew Basquille. Andrew graced the company with original renditions of his own. This all had a Mylseian flavour.

       I have to tell you about Myles and a certain theatre reviewer who was writing for a national newspaper at the time. Myles’s play Faustus Kelly was running at the abbey Theatre. Myles asked the reviewer “Will you give my play a good review?” The answer was, “I will . . . I’m not that honest.”
      The reviewer was none other than Patrick Kavanagh.

      And speaking of Kavanagh, I have been a fan of Kavanagh’s works and stories about him for many decades. From his “Great Hunger” to tales by others such as the following.

       One day about sixty years ago in “The Duke” pub in Duke Street, Dublin Paddy put the hammer on Donal Foley, a respected and prolific journalist, for a loan of a pound. A pound was a lot of money at the time and Donal couldn’t afford to part with that much. But he gave the Inniskeen poet ten shillings. A short while later as Foley was making his way towards Grafton Street he heard Kavanagh mumbling behind him. The following dialogue took place;
      “Donal, Donal, will you do me another favour.”
      “I suppose I will Paddy, what is it?”
      “Don’t tell anybody that I’m in the ten-bob bracket.”

       Much informative and entertaining biographical material has been written about Kavanagh over the years.

      Now two County Louth people Una Agnew and her brother Art have brought out an “alternative biography” of Kavanagh “Love’s Doorway to Life”. It is a 3 CD compilation of Kavanagh’s work and traces the story of his life from birth in Mucker on 21st October 1904 to his death in his adopted Dublin on 30th November 1967 having collapsed at a performance of Tarry Flynn, in Dundalk Town Hall, eight days earlier. This collection containing snippets of information on Kavanagh which were touched on very lightly if not ignored completely by previous biographers. For instance how many people know that he sold his Shancoduff farm for €450 in 1949? He got much inspiration from this little farm even if, at times, he was,”writing poetry instead of digging drills.” The hedges of those small hilly fields were “the shelves of his library.” A poem or prose piece on a crumpled scrap of paper could be found hidden under almost every bush.

      Yet he had mixed feelings towards Shancoduff as the final stanza of this poem Shancoduff shows:

The sleety winds fondle the rushy beards of Shancoduff
While the cattle-drovers sheltering in the Featherna Bush
Look up and say: "Who owns them hungry hills
That the water-hen and snipe must have forsaken?
A poet? Then by heavens he must be poor."
I hear, and is my heart not badly shaken

       It is evident from this collection that Una Agnew has been a lifelong student of Kavanagh and has left no stone unturned in her research. When her brother Art recited a Kavanagh poem it comes to life. It’s almost possible to see the dead wasp floating in the barrel of potato or hear the canal water “niagarously roaring ” as it flows over a lock.

      Those two siblings, with their “across the Boyne” accents bring the Mucker poet to life. Listening to them both it is possible, like Kavanagh, to find yourself, “ . . . standing above the world of Drumnay and Miskin and looking far into the east where the dark fields of Cavan fanned out through a gap in the hills into the green fertile plains of Louth.”


Love’s Doorway to Life can be found on www.eist.ie and is not to be missed.
      I’ll see you in June. In the meantime I’ll listen, listen and listen to the Agnews.


 A Reminder: Listowel's Writers' Week begins May 30 through June 3rd.



       I have just learned through an article by top journalist Billy Keane that a seven-year-old Anna Brown in County Cork, who suffers from cerebral palsy, needs an operation to help her walk. The operation is only available in the United States and will cost about €100,000. Billy Keane has started the ball rolling himself and has already being instrumental in raising several thousand euro. But more is needed. You can contribute through Anna's GoFundMe page; https:www.gofundme.com/annasdream-to-dance

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Reflections on the Day

Our visit to this planet is short, so we should use our time meaningfully, which we can do by helping others wherever possible.
 And if we cannot help others, at least we should try not to create pain and suffering for them.

April 19 at 9:45pm ·
Tonight as I retire I will contemplate on the following, taken in part, from a prayer of Tecumseh. ‘Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their views, and ask that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and of service to your people. Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a stranger if in a lonely place. Show respect to all people, but grovel to none. When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life and strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living.’ Sleep well, dream deep my Friends. Humble bow, Dayvid.

April 20 at 10:09pm ·
Those who believe there is only one way of knowing the right path or only one way of understanding this journey will surely miss out on many wondrous moments in this life. The richness of each moment lies in the diversity all around us. An open heart and an open mind will provide you with an extraordinary experience full of synchronicity, amazing coincidences, and a depth of compassion that will fill your soul to the brim. Leave your everyday world behind, leave the negativity behind, and simply embrace a positive mindset. Have faith in the Divine. You are entitled to the life you truly deserve, full of laughter, contentment, and love. It is your choice. Humble bow, Dayvid

April 21 at 10:04pm ·
I imagine you slipping out of your skin.
Preparing to retire for this day.
Ready to chase the stars, soul naked.
Unafraid of the unknown.
I will meet you there and we will view the heavens.
We will sit before the Elders, and listen to ancient stories.
We will rest awhile and greet the morrow.
With renewed strength and resolve we will arise.
You have earned this.
Sleep well, dream deep. Humble bow, Dayvid

April 22 at 9:48pm ·
The Night slips the shadows of the day and arrives at exactly the precise moment we need to travel to the depths of our souls. We will enter the sacred grove, drawn ever inward by the warmth of the fire. Our Elders are open to receiving us, always prepared to share their esoteric knowledge subtly as we sleep. We will only remember that our spirit has grown, that we are accompanied by wise guides, and that we are closer to home. Sleep well, dream deep my Friends. Humble bow Dayvid

April 23 at 9:56pm ·
This night I celebrate myself. Taking a few steps back and donning the robes of the Observer I lovingly view this humble soul. The challenges, the travails, and the questions this one has faced, with varying degrees of success, all across the stage like unknown actors in a grand play of mystery and intrigue. The journey at times seems ambiguous, with an infinite number of possibilities on the eventual outcome. Yet this mortal being, with a deep comprehension of compassion and kindness has found self here, in this precise moment. Still not fully found and approaching each day with slight trepidation, anxious of missteps, this one still embodies a remarkable faith that this is the path home. As I remove the robes I understand this peaceful warrior is someone I love. Above all else, our empathy must start with ourselves. Give yourself a hug and be the best friend you can be. Sleep well, dream deep my Friends. Humble bow, Dayvid

April 24 at 9:53pm ·
It is time to once again waltz with the clouds. We will glide and sway along the night path listening to the silence between our breaths. To rest beside the pond reflecting on the moon. The winged folk will pay visits and whisper wisdoms. The four-legged will join us. By nature, it is a circle. You will awaken anew my fellow Star Walkers. Sleep well, dream deep my Friends. Humble bow, Dayvid

April 25 at 10:02pm ·
Grand Father Sun has gone to rest. Sweet Grand Mother Moon takes over the brood. She shines her light to reveal the stars. At the end of the day, I like to Dusk Walk. A state between awake and dream. I wander the sky; imagine the star patterns connecting the path toward my lessons. It is a most pleasant time, drifting in and out, swaying to the Divine rhythm. I listen to my heart as to an ancient drum leading me forward until I peacefully greet my Elders for another class. I am eternally grateful for every moment, every bit of serendipity, that gives my journey a magical synchronicity. Sleep well, dream deep my Friends. Humble bow, Dayvid.

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