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It’s been awhile since I last posted.

And for quite a while I’ve felt a bit hesitant about sharing.

Life continues to unfold in both familiar and unpredictable ways.

My WordPress account came up for renewal, and I decided (or maybe the decision decided me?) to not renew my blog.

Other facets of my life are calling.

I enjoy looking back 6 months, and considering the possibility of 6 months from now…

In 6 months, this now emerging sunflower (providing it thrives & survives the season, sets seed, and I can get to it before birds do) will be, once again, a powerful and humble seed.

I wanted to thank anyone and everyone who read this blog, and for those who followed this blog.

I hope it offered some benefit.

It meant a lot to me, and I’m aware that all time is precious, and so I thank you for using your time this way.

Wishing you all good things.

Good morning glitch.

yes, well, I can’t load any photos today for some reason.

I’ve sent a “help, please?” request to the WordPress humans.

So no photo today.

Wishing you all good things

The day after, with Penelope & the Passionflower.


…aaaaand the day after


[Quiet Thoughts] Two Citizens to Raise

Gooder for the 4th

Black. Bunched. Mass. Mom.

Photo: Two little boys at their first baseball game tonight. Doesn’t get more ‘merican than that! Minor league… super minor league, actually… but it was a lot of fun. Tried to go get the boys matching Orioles hats so we can rep right when we return to MetroWest. $50 at the game!?!?!?!?! Gonna head out to the local sports store and see if I can do better. Super expensive for no reason? That’s sorta ‘merican, too…

Longtime readers know that I try to be a bit thoughtful about the 4th of July. As Lent is a time to reflect on my faith, I consider the 4th to be a time to think about my citizenship. Am I a good citizen? This isn’t a small question for me: every adult of my childhood worked in service of this nation. They were all Military, had official “gov’ment” jobs, or worked for supporting…

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Herbal Sun Tea Punch.



Here’s a delicious, very refreshing herbal beverage for the summer

In jars, or one large jar, add equal parts Peppermint, Chamomile, Hibiscus, & Lemonbalm.

(In the quart jar, it’s about a tablespoon per each herb)

Add water, put lid on, & set out into the sunlight (or heck, just on the counter if it’s a cloudy day…) to infuse for a good number of hours.


Strain the herbs from the liquid using a fine mesh sieve


Little bitty bits of chamomile or peppermint or lemonbalm may remain

Ehng, ’tis not a problem.


Add to this a quality apple juice 

…this will do quite well


Depending on how sweet you’d like it, I usually add anywhere from 1:3 to 1:2 tea to juice ratio

-so in case I didn’t write that out correctly, (it’s been a loooong time since I’ve been in Math class) I like it best when it’s either equal parts tea & juice or mostly tea.

Do what works for your tastebuds.

Makes a nice ice cube or Popsicle 

Perhaps add fresh basil or mint after it has chilled



[Quiet Thoughts] Grief Again

Black. Bunched. Mass. Mom.

Photo: I have spent a lot of energy nursing my transplanted daisies to health over the last 2 weeks. Here one has popped. Just the faintest bit of joy on what was otherwise an excruciating day.

I have been thinking about how to write this post since yesterday morning, when I turned on the news and learned about the massacre in Charleston. I considered my feelings, consulted the much more eloquent words or my favorite thinkers and writers…

and I’ve sat down to write this post multiple times. Sometimes by long hand, sometimes in my word processor…

I keep coming up empty.

I’ve started a draft by writing about my fear: Is there no sacred place for Blackness, no safe place? Then I chastised myself, throwing the paper away. If you give into the fear, Kyra, the terrorist wins. Don’t give him your fear. Don’t feed him with your…

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dear Sporty dude bro.

I went for a long walk this evening

Trying to find a tree similar to one I saw this afternoon up in Oswego, NY

During my more-than-one-hour walk tonight, though passing at least 30 people, no words were exchanged.

The solitude was nice.

There was a sweet moment of acknowledgement between myself & a father walking with his young son – as we passed in opposite directions, the child said something funny & I laughed & so did the father 

3 seconds of eyes meeting & that was all.

Felt good to just settle into movement & senses

I mention all of this

Because not five minutes into a walk on a cliff overlooking Lake Ontario this afternoon

I hear a man’s voice asking me a question as I’m looking closer at a tombstone 

“Did you just take a picture of that tombstone?”  
So I stand up & turn around

And say: yes

Dear sporty dude bro on a bicycle,

My short answer to your question is my polite attempt to let you know that I’m not interested in having a conversation.

“Did you know him”


My short answer to your other question is my second attempt to let you know that I’m not interested in having a conversation.

All due respect to local traditions, but my backing away from you is a not-so-polite way to let you know that I’m seriously not interested in hearing more about you and your friend sleeping on a grave of one of the soldiers buried here.

And then, “do you speak English?”

Yes (still backing away)

Thankfully, he then pedaled on his way  

And then


I wanted to feel the water of this Great Lake

Wanted to see it’s natural rock line

But there was fencing

Dude bro was gone, & no one was around, AND there was a hole cut in the fence

So I crawled through it

(This is the view on the narrow strip of land between the lake & the fence, aforementioned cemetery just beyond)

I didn’t go down to the water

There was a steep slope of that same crushed stone used under the railroad ties

I didn’t dare not being able to scramble back up, OR being caught

I didn’t stay long

Just long enough to hear the waves 

The smell of creosote was strong from the new railroad ties

So again through the hole in the fence to be with great-great-great grand ancient tree for awhile

(Backpack set there to show scale)

It must have witnessed so much in its long lifetime

If anyone recognizes this bud/blossom, please let me know.

There were many scattered about under the canopy & it’s kinda sticky.

I had to get back home, otherwise I would have tried to find a shoreline with public access.

Perhaps another time.

So here’s a gratuitous image of Genuine kitty in her cozy new sleeping spot

 (Thank you, Jean, for the photo!)

Wishing all a peaceful night.

Blessings on the Ancients.