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.
Thursday I came home from work and there was a fly buzzing around the kitchen. I grabbed a tissue, dampened it a bit and ran around the kitchen chasing the fly. Got it. Then I saw another one, ran around … Continue reading →
Today is June 2 and I am sitting in my garden about 4:45 p.m. I am drinking my second glass of La Joie de Poulpe, a wine made for enjoying summer, sun and octopus (from the label notes). Calamari! … Continue reading →
Easter has come and gone, or has it? Like Christmas it doesn’t just fly in and out like a bat in the night, brushing against your face and hair, making you scream and jump with your stupid human fright. And, … Continue reading →
Running late again. What’s new? I always make it on time, a little less for wear. About a block from the bus stop I smell the delicious scent of bacon frying or maybe already on someone’s fork hovering before their … Continue reading →
“Am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man, or am I a man dreaming that I am a butterfly?” As preposterous as it seems many of us know this is true, waking up and looking at our funny … Continue reading →
I want the spring but can’t help noticing how lovely the snow is coming…like twirling pieces of confetti, a thousand souls gently falling. Perhaps they will water my spring flowers. If you feel despair as you sometimes do before … Continue reading →
It was nine degrees this morning, a slight panic again about the long walk I had, the icy air, the sun that everyone pines for, today was an electric blade, my eyes could hardly see through the glare, the atomic … Continue reading →
Christmas has come and gone, or so many people think, but Christmas, real Christmas is still around the corner. Hiding, waiting, hardly breathing, choosing just the right time to come swooping down like a wave of doves, to steady and … Continue reading →
The gardeners didn’t show up last week. Just plain didn’t bother to come. Earlier this year after losing yet another crew, I was so desperate for help I went out into the streets walking up and down the neighborhoods looking … Continue reading →
Actually a gun, three shots in loud rapid succession woke me up this morning. Tale end of a dream or should I say nightmare. I woke up instantly remembering the last few minutes of the dream. I was in a … Continue reading →
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