(From Notes left on the carving of a hooded hawk/human fashioned by the Poet, Wood Carver, Human Trove of Gaelic Lore and World Class Storyteller Michael Quirke) DOWA-COO Where is wisdom to be found? Irish File (Fill-leh: Poet Seer) answers: "LOOK WITHIN"... here in Sligo Sycamore Hero as hawk flies into the heart of darkness, seizes CnoFeaso- nut of wisdom in Aidlind Ashling Dream Vision... Exits with dream intact on the obverse Dowa-Coo Darkwet hound Powers: Salmon of Wisdom Aswim into consciousness... 50/50 Linseed on Turpentine mix and brush Michael Quirke (PS Michael was des [View Full Entry]

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Nostalgia: The Flying Y, Ralph the Crow and Billy the Goat In the early 1970s I lived at the Flying Y Ranch with Scott, Sandi and Linda. The Flying Y was a horse boarding ranch up the hill in Mill Valley, near the Four Corners area of the Panoramic Highway, above Muir Beach and Muir Woods, on the south slope of Mount Tamalpais, The Flying Y consisted of 11 acres of hillside, the occasional eucalyptus tree, a tottering goat shack and a three bedroom home that was apparently designed and constructed by the same firm that built the goat shack. You [View Full Entry]

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I found three poems at Steve Kuusisto's blog today. I have been STARVING for poetry lately, and this helps so much! I love Yeats. Kate has family up in Donegal, and we've been there several times. Outside of Sligo I visited Yeats' grave; and even though I was formerly a "horseman" (well I had horses and sheep) I didn't pass by, I stayed there a long time. In Sligo I met an amazing guy, Michael Quirke, who has status in Ireland as a legendary storyteller. He used to be a butcher. Out of some semi-conscious artistic imperative he began carving figures [View Full Entry]

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JOHNNY D GETS GOOSED So, Kate and I live at “Casa Bella” in an undiscovered area of northern California. There is a tidal creek at the end of our back yard. Twice a day we live near the water, and twice a day near the muck. Sometimes muck; sometimes water. There is a protected island across the creek. Clapper Rails, Mr. and Mrs. Osprey, Snowy Egrets, a Great Blue Heron, and wee little unidentified birdies visit the island during the day. In the dusk, blue-black swallows dart around. At twilight, with a mountain that is supposed to resemble a sleeping princess [View Full Entry]

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Why Time Is No Problem in Morocco (Part 1) In the 1990s I was hired by the Peace Corps to be the Technical Coordinator in the Orientation and Mobility/Visually Impaired program. The school was located on a campus in Rabat, the capitol, in the northwest tip of Africa. In Arabia, language not only is used to describe dreams and reality: language IS dreams and reality. Experience is a poor relative. The river that divides Europeanized Rabat from its mystical, gleaming whitewashed citadel of magic, Sale (pronounced "Sah'LAY") is named the Bou Regreg: "The River of the Father of Reflections". [View Full Entry]

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The Lama Pema/Tibetan Braille story will have to wait a little bit. I'm flying home from Denver and I'll be at CTEVH in San Francisco over the weekend. The RAFFLE: Tara C is the first person to name the author, novel and quote of "Only connect.." Congratulations Tara C. Five others have answered 1 or 2 Qs so far. It's early, and you've jumped ahead of the pack. Look for more questions on Monday. ALL of March's questions will be deleted on the last day of the month, when some new Qs will appear. SUBSCRIBE to this blog and you'll get [View Full Entry]

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As of Monday March 9 at 5 am FOUR people have successfully answered a "Qs" (Question On MM's Blog) correctly. They are: Cheryl (2 correct answers) Cia (1) Dixchief (1) Liz (1) The current questions can be answered up until Saturday, March 31, at midnight. I'm off to Denver MM [View Full Entry]

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