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 |  Look around. Let Nature nurture your Soul. I record images I sense and share them here. |
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NURTURE your NATURE  Nature can nurture our writing, can nurture our soul. What is the language of Nature? And how do we learn it? We look at the natural wonders around us and do not see them, hear, taste nor smell them. They do not touch us anymore than we dare touch them. And then we wonder why we feel so dead. To breathe in and live like a child again opens the Land of Wonderment. It's still there after all these years.   |
| It was 19.... a long time ago and Alejandra was 3 years old. Her mother Vilma was a friend of mine and a member of the wonderful family I was living with in Costa Rica. "Arroz con leche" was the song she was taught. Very politically incorrect these days, but most old nursery rhymes, stories, and songs are. They were written in a different time. This song is silly but judgmental and, of course, a man must be married because he doesn't know how to do anything. Arroz con leche means rice pudding and is a simple common dessert. And like the desserts of one's childhood the song is an ear-worm that can never be forgotten. You have been warned! |
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