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About O

I live in a suburb of an American City. I write to try and understand myself and the world around me. I love nature, art, music, literature and beauty in all its forms. I think the world has gone mad and many of us will soon go insane from living in this world. What I love almost more than anything is my garden. I love its trees, shrubs and its many flowers. I love the birds, their flying and singing and dancing movements in and out of the sky and garden. Their freedom. They always bring joy. My blog is whennothingworks because for a long time nothing has worked. Friends, family, jobs, money, houses, careers, lovers, things--- it all just doesn't work sometimes, or most of the time. The garden always works. Nature and its beauty always work. And, in my garden, I can sit quietly and think, or just breathe, and somehow manage to survive the world.

Gyros chickpeas cold coffee, autumn sun and runaway mind…..

Posted on October 22, 2017 by O

I have just gotten through three things on my to do list today:  lunch  2.  call Elene  3.  call Dave I did all of the above but it took three hours instead of the allotted 1.5 There is still:  change … Continue reading →

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What I Saw This Morning

Posted on September 29, 2017 by O

It stays dark for a long time now in the mornings.    You can’t just walk out with your coffee at 5:00 a.m. and wander around the garden looking at the roses, the lilies, the zinnias.  Even though you planted the … Continue reading →

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18 Morning Glories

Posted on September 24, 2017 by O

I woke up late again.   Can’t seem to make the dawn date anymore.    When the stars and the moon and the planets are still sighing, trying to hang on a little longer to the quiet soft and peaceful realms far … Continue reading →

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Walking Down Patchouli Avenue

Posted on August 21, 2017 by O

Walking home then after the movie and symphony and cicadas.   We almost missed our stop.  The conductor or loudspeaker did not announce them.  How is anyone supposed to know when to get off? What do you do if you are … Continue reading →

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When Your Roommate is a Hummingbird

Posted on August 18, 2017 by O

You might find me weeping today in the garden.  Today, on a day of immeasurable beauty.  No man or woman or child has ever seen, made, or been to such a place. It started last night after coming home from … Continue reading →

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Nabokov Summer Day Part II

Posted on August 2, 2017 by O

Steamy it was, but a good kind of steamy.  It’s August now and I didn’t think the “dog days” were coming because suddenly late July was so cool.  I read somewhere that dog days don’t refer to hot and muggy … Continue reading →

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A Thousand Eyes

Posted on July 28, 2017 by O

You would need a thousand eyes to see it all.  The garden.   And a thousand ears to catch it all.  Every trill and whistle, every tiny peep, croak,  starting and ending note of every lullaby and every morning song…… Every … Continue reading →

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When Thunder is Happy

Posted on July 7, 2017 by O

I woke up late.   Late like the rabbit in “Alice in Wonderland”.   Was it a rabbit? I don’t know.  I never read it.  All I know is that it’s very late waking up 7:30 a.m. on a summer morning. I … Continue reading →

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The White Trees of Easter

Posted on April 22, 2017 by O

There was a sea of madness surrounding me or maybe I was the sea. Then morning, how still, how white, how blue, how beautiful it all was. Why did I go and buy all those flowers the last minute on … Continue reading →

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The Birds are Singing Madly

Posted on April 9, 2017 by O

The birds are singing madly.  Madly, joyously, outrageously.  If you sang like that I would love you forever.  And ever.   Not once did a bird make me angry, or sad, or confused.  They just are.  Perfect beauty, grace, joy.  Until … Continue reading →

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