Rescuing the over wintered geraniums that had not been
watered: their dried petals fall like scarlet confetti and the wind blows them
away. I get my hands into the flowers, gently pull away the old-dry-brown
leaves and rediscover their smell: green herbs, the Mediterranean, something
peppery, something lemony…
another small stone
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A compass rests on the worn round table we use as an altar. We are creating a ritual space, aligning the shrine with the cardinal points. I reach out and turn the Golden Buddha until he is sitting in the West. His gold leaf is tarnished on one knee and he is chipped at the base. In the low evening light, I am sure he is smiling.
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