Saturday, July 24

Author: Jamie Dedes

JOY … in celebrating my spiritual mother

Pearl Buck circa 1972 courtesy of Dutch National Archives, The Hague under CC BY-SA 3.0 nl license I give you the books I’ve made,Body and soul, bled and flayed.Yet the essence they containIn one poem is made plain,In one poem is made clear:On this earth, through far or near,Without love there’s only fear. Essence by Pearl Buck Yesterday was the anniversary of Pearl Buck’s birth. She was the founder ofWelcome House for the adoption of mixed-race children, thought in her day to be unadoptable. I consider her my spiritual mother. “. . . the test of a civilization is the way that it cares for its helpless members.” Pearl Buck (1892-1973). Pearl Buck was an American novelist, writer, poet, activist, and humanitarian and the first woman to be awarded the N...

JOY . . . and because

“Clouds are on top for a reason. They float so high because they refuse to carry any burden!”  Jasleen Kaur Gumber,  Ginger and Honey “On cloud nine (or seven) – extremely happy. [A reference to a ten-part classification of clouds in which ‘nine’ is next to the highest.] wind came through like an old bruja one night,taking her broom to my cloud, scattering the seedsof my poetry to all the four corners and the centerbelow where I do my shopping for earthly things,down I went to try to gather them up only to meet a philosopher peach who set me on my earwith his questions on mind, matter and meaning,wanting to know why he couldn’t taste himselfand how was it that I had a mouth that wouldn’t in any trance, no matter the...