October 2008

I found you in an old shop of old furniture and old clocks with an old smell symbolizing an older place in time. I passed the old man sitting behind his old register. Still the tarnish on your surface did not deter me from wanting to touch you. There was something I could see beyond the cracked glass, the squeaky hinges, the bent metal parts, and the rusted holes that is eating away on your corners. You telepathically send a message of your past. And how you were held so eloquently high above your master’s shoulder. And riding through the village on horseback glowing in the atmosphere of a cold and misty night, giving light for those who desired escape from what was to come. A destruction awaiting, your light revealing its far presence. You saved me. I remember it. So long ago.

I am much older now and I am glad I have found you once again. Let me pick you up and take you into a new world where the light of others will shine a path like you did for me. I was the child  who esscaped the burning town.  Who became blinded during the chaos. Who was lifted onto a horse and was carried of. Whose arms embraced the horse rider’s neck and glancing one final stare at the flames spreading along the horizon. I closed my eyes and wept, you flickering above me, in the cold and misty night.

An apartment dwellers guide for substituting a trash can for a compost pot while growing avocados.

10. STOP throwing things away! Or at least try to compost items such as fruit scraps, plant shrubs, eggshells, and seeds, for starters.

9. Buy a HUGE pot.

8. Buy potting soil with worm compost.

7. Buy mesh screen to place on the bottom of pot.

6. Buy pebbles and place on top of the screen.

5. Fill up the  soil halfway in the pot.

6. Throw your fruit seeds in there.  Throw your crush eggshells in there. Throw your plant trimmings in there.

5. And then throw your avocado seeds in there. Press these deep into the soil.

4. Keep the soil on the top surface moist by leaving scraps on the surface.

3. Water it enough so the soil is moist. I don’t water it too much. Just enough so the soil retains the water and no water drains from the bottom.

2. In no time, avocados will sprout.

1. In my one pot, 4 avocado seeds are growing. Can you see them?

My love for eating avocados has grown into my ability to plant and make new ones from the seeds I have been collecting throughout the year. Do I have a green thumb or what! Every time I throw a seed into some potting soil, avocados would sprout in a few months. Since this began to happen I decided to buy some pots and potting soil w/ worm compost, and plant a seed in each one. Lo and behold, after a month or two, all the avocados started to grow, and all at the same time! The right is a picture right before the haircut.  The left picture is my  trim since they were all over 12 inches tall. You should be pinching the tips off when they grow new buds in order for the plant to become fuller by having more branches sprout out, but I just chopped them down to their stalks.  In my experiment, I wanted to see if more branches would grow from the stem. Good sunlight should cause the growth spurts to occur, which can be seen in the middle picture. And thus….This is green capacity to the fullest! What you bring into your home, stays in your home. And also, introducing, my soldier of the bunch!

Why I am drawn to this.

10. Because I drew it.

9. For a friend who has a friend who has a child.

8. The child has leukemia.

7. She asked me to draw her an angel.

6. but I didn’t think angels would lift her spirits.

5. Because angels represent an end to something.

4. And I don’t want this child’s life to end.

5. So I remembered the movie “The Golden Prince.”

4. About a Golden Statue and a swallow.

3. They both helped each other give riches to the poor.

2. Unfortunately,  the swallow died in the heart of winter, and the golden statue was taken down.

1. Only love and death bring us closer to one another.

That which is the sun gives life to things that accept it. The bulbous pleasures of flowers. A ripe apple. Supple skin. Ever it glows, the landscape overflows. But the curves looses its elasticity. The sun radiates heat, not warmth. Detection to be forewarned; tomorrow will be miserable.  Things dry up. And coil. And harden. Its is sharp with edges. And unwelcoming to the touch. Allowing the world to overexert itself can for certain be the last page. Amen. or The End. I wonder what I will look like when I am much older. Will I be

What a world, what a world. In the palm of my hand. But still. Everything is out of my reach. Even Love is hard to grasp. My family is scattered. I have no hand to hold but my own. The fulcrum is right here. Where I stand. Trying to balance life with death. An equality I greatly understand. When I sit here alone thinking of my mortality. Single. Thinking too hard. What am I going to do with my life. Even if success is right here with me. I can work my entire life. Without ever knowing myself. And my connection to those who love me. Me for me. And it is so that the world could be in the palm of my hand. Since I can crush my place on this global map. With a deep depression. Letting go is so easy. But I think of love once again. And I fight to discover it. Even if the world will never let me have it. So I go on. And move on. In an effort to grow beyond the world. Into another galaxy. To find others like me. Who transcends the daily rituals of life. Testimony that holds honesty and truth. Without an eybrow to raise. Without a government to detest. I love this world only if beyond its gate will further my kindness to open up. I bear one thing in life. And it is my fear to open up. To a world that is unaccepting. And tolerance that bears no fruit. In decency can the world flourish. In heart, will it matter. I look at my globe. And I find myself right here, waiting. For someone, something, and some more. I point in one direction. Forward is my only road.