Love’s Labor’s Lost, one of three plays performed as part of Shakespeare Santa Cruz 2010 ~ now in its 29th season ~ opened July 21 in the Festival Glen, a natural amphitheater in the redwoods of University of California, Santa Cruz.
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I don’t know whether nice people tend to grow roses or growing roses makes people nice. ~ Roland A. Browne
After meeting Tessa Sabankaya, owner of Bonny Doon Garden Company – which recently moved from its kiosk location outside Bookshop Santa Cruz into Fair Street New Leaf Community Market – I’d opine that nice people tend to grow roses.
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Frequenting our downtown Farmer’s Market in the summer is a savory affair, especially if you’re a tad hungry and in need of a jolt of energy, which is where bite-sized fruit samples come in. Enjoy the juicy blast of organic orange, strawberry, cherry, blueberry, plum, peach, or nectarine, and your taste buds will talk you into buying as much as you can afford.
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If only … I’d had my camera with me. If only … I’d pulled off the road to breathe in that awesome seascape. If only … I’d taken the time to drop what I was doing and follow the lead of the Universal Magnet, pulling me into new adventures and demanding that I join the dance of life, impromptu, right now!
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This poem was written for a Peace Project organized by Judy Fisk Lucas. I wrote it thinking of the flooding along the Mississippi a few years back, but it seems relevant every time another place falls to waters, like Nashville, just recently.
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Responding to community need after a personal time of trial where she found herself alone with no one to turn to for help, Katie Ritchie created Deborah’s Palm, a women’s center in Palo Alto offering resources, counseling, classes, and comaraderie to women of all ages walking through its doors. continue reading …
I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.
The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the levelled scene.
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Poetry arises out of the unknown and speaks to what we do know. ~ W.S. Merwin
Contemporary American poet W.S. Merwin thus affirms what philosopher-poet Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi penned eight centuries ago in his poem “Two Kinds of Intelligence”:
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My first assignment as a park ranger for the National Park Service was at Glacier National Park – home to one of the largest Grizzly bear populations outside of Alaska. I was a technical climber, naturalist, and Grizzly bear manager. Actually, you can’t manage Grizzly bear. You manage people to stay far way from the bears. As rangers, we patrol the backcountry, take reports of bear sightings, close trails, post signs, and observe the interactions of bears and humans – from a safe distance!
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God bless the grass that grows thru the crack.
They roll the concrete over it to try and keep it back.
The concrete gets tired of what it has to do,
It breaks and it buckles and the grass grows thru,
And God bless the grass.
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