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This is especially true in this El Nino season in which I'm living through (winter of 2023 - 2024). Here in Southern California, where it used to hardly rain at all and if it did, it was always at night, we don't get much in the way of seasons. No doubt there are many parts of the country that wish they had access to moderate seasons of snow, wind, rain and heat. Personally I prefer the genteel approach to weather. As a bonus, my garden is loving all the water! You should see my tomato patch!

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Cruising through Long Beach

Listening to the news

The horrible awful news of the wars

The Bloody Tyrants

Who revel in their evil practices

All in the name of some version of god or

Some biased practice or “honor”

(never stated is the ideal of killing for the sake of KILLING)

And I’m almost ready to drive into a pole

I’m so done with this fascination with evil

So I switch to my auxiliary channel and up pops

Pablo Casals with his soulful cello trading licks

With the piano

It's soothing yet so deeply melancholy

A perfect juxtaposition

Though not everyone’s cup of tea

for just a moment

the ugliness relents and

I imagine the notes washing over me

pulsing rhythmically

it feels so good


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Updated: Mar 26

The circle comes full.

We go out as we came in at the end, as always, the staff and Silvia, now also Georgia,

and my kids, in the afternoon, the final hours, just hanging out. So easy and natural,


The last day, bright and full of spring. We were in the sun, sitting on chairs to be sold,

surrounded by junk to be sold, and no one to buy on this afternoon. It always was slow

in the afternoons.

Steve was reading a book of poems from the boxes of books, 15 cents each, trying to

find a poem Silvia did not know. I bet him a quarter on one, but she knew it and Steve

owes me a quarter. Laughter, jokes, insults, and insights. Silvia started a story about

why she knew poems and about Colorado and poets who died.

Poets who died. This is a good day to die. Stories and jokes, talk and laughter,

aliveness. Essence of Free School. This is a good day to be alive and hanging out. I

was glad the kids were there that afternoon to experience all that. THAT is the all and

everything, we did those 12 years, what the Full Circle encapsulates: Alive and just

hanging out, being there, being ourselves, with no need for anymore.

Some people, a nice family, actual customers, bought the low red bookcase with the

pencil sharpener attached, and Steve felt THAT loss, having watched years of kids

knocking the sharpener apart and struggling with it and finally learning how to use it.

Just watching, being there, hanging out with the struggle and learning. Encircled. Full of

beginnings and ends. It was a good day to learn to sharpen a pencil.

One last meeting about the Round Table, before questing, each of us, for our own

personal grail. As usual, no agenda, Jan’s laughing talk with Silvia, Georgia and the kids

comparing shoes and clothes. One last bright and shining moment – everything must

go, nothing can remain. A good day to change.

Then the end of the line.

Then the circle comes full. And fades…

Written by John Nomura on March 27, 1983, as he closed the school that he had

directed for 12 years, fondly called the Free School. I worked there under the name

“Steve” for 9 years. He went on to do good works for the rest of his days.

R.I.P. John Nomura 1942 - 2023

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