Wednesday, December 24, 2014

mitzified (7/28/14 & 12/24/14)

mitzified [1]

by down ward dog

it’s a mitziry
mitzichevious and sweet
it’s a mitzimeanor when it’s time to guard a treat

mitz[t]irious, yet open
mitzifying, small
it’s a mitz[t]iry that she’s no mystery at all

[1] martino, j. ( book 78 round trip. © 2013 by

5 months later, on 12/24/14:

Dearest Mitzi,

Although I only knew you for six months, and only saw you a dozen (or so) times, you brought me a lot of joy and peace.  Because I experienced you through Tracee, I was able to feel what she felt whenever she’d see your adorable little face.

I loved, and I will miss, the way that you would dance and jump and spin-around, whenever Tracee would walk in the front door.  I loved the happiness that would pour out of Tracee, every time she told you that you’d been a ‘good girl.’

I loved, and I will miss, the way that you would watch over Tracee, as she moved about the house.  You always knew where she was, and you would follow her from room to room, making sure that she was safe.

I loved, and I will miss, the way that you would curl up in your little doggie-bed, on the couch.  You were loving, yet distant; strong, yet inescapably vulnerable.  You loved getting your belly rubbed (and getting your little bootie scratched).

I loved, and I will miss, the way that you would snuggle yourself to sleep (with us) at night.  I’m sorry for the day that I scared you, when I dressed-up in the Batman costume.

Most of all, I loved, and I will miss, the way that you lit-up Tracee’s life and brought joy to her every breath.  She took you everywhere: to work, to the beach, on the bike… and on oh, so many walks around the neighborhood. 

Instead of focusing on the circumstances of your departure, I am going to try to focus on the many blessings that you inspired, the many smiles that you invoked, and (most of all), your love for your ‘mom,’ Tracee.

I’m sure that, if we multiply my feelings of loss by a million, we would not come close to the feelings that Tracee must be feeling at this very moment.  Her heart is broken, and I don’t know what to do.  I wish that this was a bad dream, and that I’d wake up, and you’d be in Tracee’s arms again.

I hope that there is some kind of doggie-Heaven, if only to allow you and Tracee to experience one more walk around the block.  Thank you for being you, Mitzi, and may you rest (and strut) in Peace.


Wednesday, November 19, 2014

walk that beach (alone)

by conte’ m. plative

walk that beach (together)
comm-Une, For-give, a-Tone
then take the time to make the time to walk that beach (alone)

[i] martineau, l. (11.19-2.14).  round trip © 2014 by

everything (important)

everything (important) [i] 
by i. m. portant

everything (important)
every heart (and beat)
every thought that any body ever thought (or thinks)
every breath (and action)
every muscle (move)
everything (important) to an Inner kind of truth

everything (important)
every (single) day
everything (important) in a Union kind of way

  • if a living thing takes any action (even if it’s a re-action), that’s proof of the importance of that particular action (or thought, or word).
  •  every living organism is a cold, calculated, self-ish, survival-thrival-oriented be-ing. 
(which is more of a compliment on 'perspective' than it is a criticism) 
  •  everything (important). 

[i] martineau, l. (11.19-1.14).  round trip © 2014 by

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

eat with those who love

by m. ealtime

eat with those who love
eat with those who care
eat with those who plant, and learn, and tend to shop (aware)
eat with those who (free from cell-phone) turn off the tv
eat with those who want to share a moment (you and me)

[i] martineau, l. (11.18-1.14).  round trip © 2014 by

Thursday, November 13, 2014


seasons [1]
by spring & summer fallen

spin about: re-cycle
float (without a reason)
space and time and rhythm (rhyme) it’s so sublime, with


and now…

the daunting contemplation of why… trillions upon trillions of (relatively) round rocks… 
floating miraculously…
in definite, gravitational relationship to each other… yet apparently separate…

while a one-in-a-trillion (earth) expresses… as oceans and trees (and honeybees)…
noisy… silent… natural… violent…
meek… unique…

with life that seeks... to survive, then thrive…
selfish… Une(d)… perspective(d)…

so, what are seasons?

man-made labels for relative tendencies, based upon limited (yet observant) perspectives.
real.  imaginary.  tangible.  documented.  illusory.

All at One(ce) significant and trivial… depending upon whose window we happen to be gazing through at this, a timeless/time-bound moment.

[1] martineau, l. (11.13-2.14).  round trip © 2014 by

Monday, November 3, 2014

yug is guy (just backwards)

yug is guy, backwards [1] 
by g. u. why

yug is ‘guy’ (spelled backwards)
separate from Self
just another processed little package on the shelf
just another living thing, just focused on 'survive'
just another minute closer to the news at 5

guy is ‘yug’ (just backwards)
All at On[c]e, at Peace
just a little shift in guy perspective (at the least)
just a glimpse of Focus of a Unified Collection
just a tiny moment of the Ultimate Connection

"state of union between two opposites - body and mind; individual and universal consciousness; a process of uniting the opposing forces in the body and mind in order to achieve supreme awareness and enlightenment, from the sanskrit yug meaning "to join together or yoke"; a system of techniques to enable the joining of the physical and emotional/spiritual bodies." 
martino, j. (11.3-2.14).  round trip © 2014 by

Thursday, October 23, 2014

a taste of ripe tomato

a taste of ripe tomato
by s. a. voring

a taste of ripe tomato
on bright and sunny day
a moment, Here, to savor, Now

(don’t let it slip away)

Thursday, October 2, 2014

apocalyptic end

apocalyptic end [i]
by itaint p. retty

don’t have to be a mystic to predict the coming trend
don’t have to be a prophet:

apocalyptic end

* upon reading stories (such as today’s ‘animal death rate’ headline ), any third-grader can tell that 2014 is not a good year to be a third-grader.

* even if america wakes up (which it shows no signs of doing), and even if those at the top of the financial food chain wake up (which appears extremely unlikely), there are other countries (with other power-hungry wanna-bees) that are likely to use our blueprint for ‘success’:

ravage resources,
pursue instant gratification,
ignore long-term sustainability planning.

* although it sounds morbid to say that i’ll be dead and gone by 2050, the fate of those still ‘living’ will be far from joyful.  are the best of times (really) behind us?

* humanity’s only hope might be that hope-full third-grader, who (hopefully, right now) is smiling up at the sun.

[i] martineau, l. (10.2-1.14).  round trip © 2014 by

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

"he died, doing what he loved."

by truebu t. hesdead

sooooooooooooooooo…i’m out on the back deck, surrounded by hummingbirds (attacking, defending, posturing, loving), yet also surrounded by lightning bolts…

…half-wishing that the big one would blast on down, you know, the kind of lightning bolt that gives you the NDE, or even the DE.

…and then, the thought fluctuated, as: “well, at least they’d know that i died doing what i loved.”

…but then, almost as quickly and invasive-ly: “…but why not live doing what you love?”  

…and then, of course, came the reply: “…but you are.  it's just that you might die, doing it!”

…and then it all made sense, somehow.

my family/friends: do as much of what you love, now: with those who you love, in the places that you love, during the times of the year that you love… and Love it!

then, when we (event-u-al-ly) die, they can say: “but at least s/he lived, doing what s/he loved.”

(or something like that)

[i] martino, j. (9.3.-1.14).  round trip © 2014 by

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

dark matter makes the seen

by d. arkness 

dark matter makes the scene, although it can’t be seen
en-light-en-ing to See Beyond a world of in-betweens

[1] martino, j. (8.26-2.14).  round trip © 2014 by

Monday, July 21, 2014

dear blog diary is a wonder-full monday.  just back from a beach trip that included hanging out with the cam/eddie show ...and steffie (my 93 year-old aunt).

now, back home, i sit amid thunderstorms, watching birds engage in a dance of love/battle, and contemplating the oppositical/Unified forces of the Uni-Verse, with a happy heart.

yes, it's true, there are bad things happening in the world, right now.  there are (and always will be) bad things.

but (at this moment, anyway), it is with Joy that focus can turn toward the good.   ...a goodness that surrounds us, on most days.   a goodness that begs to be embraced, in-joy-ed, and experienced.  a goodness that IS... even amid the storm.

thunder me to sleep

thunder me to sleep [i]

by t. h. under

thunder me to sleep

let me fade away

no-thing (here) to keep

let it go, today

the only sad regret is the sad faces, as they weep

let me fade away (it’s time) to

thunder me to sleep


·     *   in me-mory of sweet josephine, who could (possibly) have been reincarnated, just yesterday.  

[i] martino, j. (7.21-6.14).  round trip © 2014 by

sounds of gentle rain

there are things on this sweet earth that one cannot explain
one of those sweet things, is the sound of gentle rain


thunder: does it strike with fear? it barks and shouts and humbles!
thunder: it caresses with its soft and gentle rumbles

gentle storms of summer

gentle storms of summer
thunder, wind and rain
gentle storms of summer, baby welcome home, again


wish there was a way to find out what the movie means
maybe it's okay that we cannot decipher


it is amazing, watching hummingbirds fight, during a gentle, morning thunderstorm.

the little chirpers will chest-bump, attack/defend, posture, etc... all over some imaginary line of territory.

at this moment, little soldiers are battling over a miserable position (in the rain), when (if they simply decided to share) they could all be experiencing the protection, nourishment, and the sweet nectar that lies a short distance away from the battle zone.

terror, and territory: interesting (if not bird-brained) behavior.

Friday, July 4, 2014

mug shots

can a coffee mug have 'history'?  a life of its own?

follow along for the story... of 'the mug' (more to follow)

the mug
 above: Clare and Jerry with the mug

 above: mug, under house arrest

mug, mug and away!!!!!
 above: mug in the mail

 above and below: mug vs. the auto: a stand-off!

 above: patriotic mug
 above and below: the mug climbs a tree
 below: the mug saga heats up
 a mug's life: what happens in Vegas...

mug on the cell: he might have been talking to Jean.

below: the mug takes his driving test
above: the mug, in jail

 above and below: the mug, watering (and just hanging out in) Clare's secret garden.

the mug, ascending the stairs to the big deck.
 above: the mug remembers Josephine

below: the mug, wine-ing
 below: the mug, in the shower.  "Once a week, whether I need to or not!"
 above and below: mug hygiene

mug nap
 above: bear mug
 above: the mug, under the Charlie Brown Christmas tree

below: mug, in boa
 below: red sox mug
 below: the mug takes over the remote

patriotic mug, ballooning
 above: the mug, at the 19th hole

mug art
 above: the mug, on the computer

miracle mug

the story of the mug is a developing one.  updates will follow.

the new (parallel) mug was created on a rainy july 4th.  in a celebratory birth, it was joined in a toast with the original mug, making two.  now two families will be able to carry on the 40th birthday muggings.