six word story no. 183

She was volatile enough to vanish.

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six word story no. 182

The watchers made enormous clandestine bets.

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the storm that ate my drought

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 I love California. Quirky, lovable, yoga-centric California has been very good to me. Still, just six years ago after a bad breakup, I left the state for what I thought was for good. I move to Portland and immediately experienced a “once-a-decade” blizzard that shut the city down and gave me near-pneumonia. Then, two years ago, I got recruited back. Not just to the general California Bay Area population, but to the super-special wine country, home of some of the most valuable vintages on the planet. Yay! It is delicious in about a million ways and I try not to let it go to my head. Sometimes I have to literally pinch myself when, in the rarefied company of people whose names I dare not drop, I find myself . . .

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agua, por favor

What if water grew scarce? What if polar icecaps melted, glaciers shrank, crops failed, the oceans rose, and water itself became a source of power? What would the world look like then? We have a story for you. You can read all about it here.

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tote your own bag

Living green can be an intensely personal decision. . .or it can gain such momentum socially that it actually moves into legislation. The state of California is considering oulawing plastic bags. It’s become a status symbol to be seen toting your own canvas or other upcycled bag into the store, and why not?  As consumers we have the choice to affect not just our own small corner of the world, but the entire planet. Is that hubris? It is what it is.

 

bee my honey

We all love a good story. We sit around a campfire and tell stories. We sit in a large, dark, room full of strangers just to see/hear a good story. As our friend  Abraham-Hicks says, “The story. . .the story!”  This is a story in dance:

Summer Solstice Reboot

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Here Comes the Sun

        For years, people prayed to the sun, thinking it was an actual God and the source of their abundance. Without the sun, earth was a dark and dismal place. Witness the endless winter caused by Demeter, the goddess of agriculture, who withdrew her gifts from the earth because her daughter, Persephone was imprisoned underground with Hades, god of the underworld. Clearly, winter wasn’t all Demeter’s doing. Apollo, the sun god of the Ancient Greeks, the bringer of light to the earth and the one who told Demeter about Hades’ kidnapping of Persephone, had to be involved. Without him, crops didn’t ripen and the earth didn’t warm. While Apollo still took to the skies every winter morning, his solar beneficence waned on those dark days as he streaked across in his gilded, horse-drawn chariot. Sometimes circumstantial evidence is all you have.  READ MORE HERE…