Raven at San Jacinto

Monday, March 8, 2021

Daily Offering

 I'm still relatively incommunicado but I can always share your stunning contributions, right?

Brigitte snapped a picture of this saw whet owl up on the Olympic Peninsula where she now lives.

Very cute.


Shelley P. sent these interesting takes on Burma:

My insight meditation teacher Stephen ordained in Burma and keeps a strong connection. Interesting story- so intense at present... 

And this is a great piece  by another of the teachers Jesse, about resistance art in Burma


Richard N. is also focussed on Burma.

A twist on cancel culture


Scatman Will C. riffing on a strange boid.

The Black-Browed Babbler of Borneo, alas, found again too late to inspire another boogie woogie show-stopper by the Andrews Sisters.

On the other hand, this sweet-looking bird escaped the embarrassment of living down a Spike Jones song title.






I believe that I suffer from some sort of undiagnosed social anxiety disorder. I am less and less comfortable with crowds of people as I get older, especially large groups and places where people are drinking. I am most happy alone in nature. I feel very nervous around crazy people. Could it have something to do with CEN syndrome and the physical abuse I suffered as a child? Will sent me some interesting material on the subject.






Hey hippies, you aren't helping. Insatiable demand for cannabis has created a giant carbon footprint.


Harwood sent this snap he took up in Ramona.


Terry DeWald sent this over. He may have been judging the show this year.

My favorite two entries in this year's Heard Museum Guild Indian fair:

A fully beaded Fauci facemask.

And this furry guy fully decked out in traditional Patawattomi vestments.

Bob D. sent this one over:

She was standing in the kitchen, preparing our usual soft-boiled eggs and toast for breakfast, wearing only the T-shirt that she normally slept in. 
As I walked in, almost awake, she turned to me and said softly, “You've got to make love to me this very moment. My eyes lit up and I thought, "I am either still dreaming or this is going to be my lucky day!"Not wanting to lose the moment, I embraced her and then gave it my all, right there on the kitchen table. Afterwards, she said, ‘Thanks’, and re-turned to the stove. Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked, “What was that all about?"She explained, “The egg timer's broken."


More of you and less of me is always good folks! Keep them coming.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Always good reading. ~ Diane O