Nocturne

On the flip side of a dark November New Moon the moon again begins to wax. But only still a small sliver, she sheds little light down onto the Earth tonite. My heart feels the ache of the many struggles of those I know and those I do not know. This Modernist poem by Nicaragua’s …

“Your patients don’t come to you to get cured. They come to get known.” ~ Unknown. Nicaragua, Miraflor. 2013 I cannot recall exactly who said this to our Natural Doctors International herbal brigade in Miraflor, Nicaragua last fall. Maybe it was a villager? A teacher? A fellow brigader? Regardless of its origin, that comment came to …

¡Eheu! (El Canto Errante) ~ Rúben Dario

 On my way out of the country I picked up a copy of Ruben Dario’s poems in the Managua airport, hoping his modernist/romantic style would help me through the sense~making of travel in such a beguiling country. Having been in love with several of Dario’s other pieces, it was ¡Eheu! (El Canto Errante) that I felt …

The Pot Stirrer’s Broths

Nourish. Food is the mortar for our castle’s walls and is a key element in warding off and rebounding from illness (more on the castle as metaphor for immunity in another post). Winter is a good time to slow down and think through how you are feeding yourself. Quality and habits matter for not only …