Author: Jamie Dedes

JOY … in the natural gifts of Northern California

“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.” Jack Kerouac, On the Road California ~A tapestrystitched from turquoise seasand flaxen hillsthreaded withthe twists and turnsof fault linesand mad rivers,redwood forests andcitrus grovesshot with yellow and orangeThe skies are woven withfuchsia at sunriseAt dusk ripe apricottumbles across raw umber earthIn Napa Valleythe geometry of vineyardsis neatly plotted © 2017 (rewritten 2019), Jamie Dedes  (The Poet by Day and The BeZine)

JOY … in the poetry of Thích Nhất Hạnh

Thích Nhất Hạnh during a ceremony in Da Nang on his 2007 trip to Vietnam “We often think of peace as the absence of war, that if powerful countries would reduce their weapon arsenals, we could have peace. But if we look deeply into the weapons, we see our own minds- our own prejudices, fears and ignorance. Even if we transport all the bombs to the moon, the roots of war and the roots of bombs are still there, in our hearts and minds, and sooner or later we will make new bombs. To work for peace is to uproot war from ourselves and from the hearts of men and women. To prepare for war, to give millions of men and women the opportunity to practice killing day and night in their hearts, is to plant millions of seeds of violence, anger, frustration, and fear that will be passed on for ge

JOY . . . in spring, Easter, and a visitor from long ago and far away

“Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks.” ― Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems Dan (Now Father Daniel Sormani, C.S.SP) and me circa 1962 - last time I was taller than anybody! In honor of springtime and Holy Week (coming up), my hunger for rest and renewal, and a visit (Hooray!) with my cousin Daniel, whom I haven't seen in over forty years, I plan to take a serious vacation from Facebook. I won't be visiting blogs, reading email, or posting regularly to my site until after Easter. for Dan ... there’s little i’d want to live overbut a few moments, with special people, their memory held safe, gently wrapped, with