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I like prompting biochemical 'feel good' bubbles for myself and others.

I like demonstrating that such acts might be within your reach.

Sunday Scritchies 11/26/23

Bejewled Chess

 When the bejeweled people required my birthdate in order to continue playing, I went to the AppStore and almost cried, looking for some other way to waste my time.

I had not played chess since I was 12 or 13 years old. I downloaded a game and won the very first match at level one in less than a half hour.

White wins.

So much winning.

Ultra-processed people

 It's a food science book. I will not finish it. I will look for
quotes, reviews, and youtube of Chris Van Tulleken, author of Ultra-Processed People.

I spit these mashed potatoes out after the first forking. Glack. AND THEN I found the big label on the bottom of the package.

Mashed potatoes ... right!

In the last post I mentioned I’d add a link. Here’s me remembering. This Gift of Presence  ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

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	Forwarded this email? Subscribe here for more Just be here with me a piece by Morgan Day Cecil David L White Nov 1   READ IN APP   Listen now · 3:25 Just be here with me Signed: The moon. The stars. Your still-hot-cup-of-coffee. Your daughter. Your son. Your spouse. Your heart. The green grass. The wild flowers. The waters you long to swim in. The color yellow. The color blue. Your favorite poem. Your favorite blanket. The wind in your hair. The waves on the ocean. The mountain air. Your dad. Your mom. The rain. The ice-cream cone. The butter sizzling with garlic in the frying pan.  The grocery clerk with sad, kind eyes. Postcards waiting to be sent. The city squirrel. The country squirrel. Jupiter. The photo album. Your grandmother's rosary. Your favorite song. Ink and paper. Your best friend. The money in your wallet.  The fork in your hand. Brushes and paint. Downward Facing Dog. The color turquoise. The almost invisible shade of pink. God. The skyline. The earth beneath your feet. A hammock. The shade of a giant tree.  This moment, right here, now.  Your bones. Your belly laugh.  Your breath. Your breath. Your breath. https://morgandaycecil.com/just-be-here-with-me-project-1 MorganDayCecil .com Zoupa Musings is free today. But if you enjoyed this post, you can tell Zoupa Musings that their writing is valuable by pledging a future subscription. You won't be charged unless they enable payments. Pledge your support   Like Comment Restack   © 2023 David L White 548 Market Street PMB 72296, San Francisco, CA 94104 Unsubscribe

Who's to say?

 Who’s to say?

In a cut glass jar 

high on a shelf, 

this poem acts as a 

powdered panacea

you mix with holy water 

on special occasions.

It might be the water, 

the occasion, the amount 

mixed, the ritual, the weight 

of your heart mind, the cumulative 

effect, the level of your measure,

a remarkable phase of moon, but

(and it could simply be a placebo)

it seems to do the trick.

Who’s to say?

…

© DLWhite

10/29/23

11:59 pm

All of me nearly

 ________________

All of me nearly

We meet for a little while on a bench at yacht club just north of the South Shore Park Pavilion between the the boat launch ramp and yacht club. The gulls are squawking away. It’s surprisingly comfortable. 

Or …. you pick a favored spot and give me three guesses.

Otherwise, we sit facing the same direction, east to Michigan, watching the clouds. It’s quiet. You know I have something to say. I appreciate your time. Thank you.

And, now with this breath, I hope with all my hoping, that you are not uncomfortable with me thinking of you, and sharing my thoughts, my ruminations, my rumpled paper poetry.

I feel it’s my best gift.

All of me nearly

…

for Katie

(c) DLWhite

October 11, 2023

2:49 am