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The Aesthetic Dinner Party

“Fortune is a woman…”Machiavelli Michelangelo painted beautiful hands. If he was a guest at my dinner table he might quickly study hands, hands lifting wine glasses hands serving bouillabaisse in steaming pots hands arrnging yellow tulips, blue iris in a glass pitcher. If Leonardo ws a guest at my dinner table He’d bring his leather…

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Spring and Miracles

Spring is summoned out of icy doldrums with icicle melt comes the crocus poking their heads through snow vestiges. The Buddha in my garden uncoverd sits naked in the morning sun, wondering if the chives and rosemary survived. And what of the goldfish in the pond? A new child, a spring arrival. We see her…