Yo tengo hambre He’s been working on his Spanish a little bit. I go into lecture mode You know, you are most likely not hungry, you’re probably just sleepy. Often late at night we think we’re hungry but we really just need some zeds. He responds counterpoint, Papa maybe I’m actually hungry I smile, sigh, and …
Author Archives: Radutti
Commute
Follow me, don’t follow me Our path today has made all the difference We take the slow way, and cruise along the lake. The lotus paddies are dotted with puddles, neatly aligned mini irrigation ditches, parted by green Paddy Puddle Paddy Puddle It’s a bit muggy Moldy March is upon us But we are lucky …
Maybe
I finish toweling off and slip into my socks. Elephant is doing the same. Throw on some pit stick I remind him I will, Papa He’s entered his almost teen years, with that and the hormones, has come the sweat. It’s time to stick the pits. We’ve just gotten out of the bath after a …
Spotting
How do we authentically, fully bear witness to this wild world and give it the reverence it fully deserves Do you see those ones up there Where There. They nest in those palm trees They’re called Asian Palm Swifts. I pause to take in, and then admire the random yet darting precision of the family …
Turtle luck
They are determined. One by one And I’m a salmon hurrying to class in the midst of the bus melee, banking the most direct path between the meandering energy of kids, K-12, jetsam and flotsam, all sizes and shapes making their (mostly) unhurried ways to class. We are one, in the stream of life. I’m …
Slow down
Quick one today. I’m tired. As ever, it’s good to be here In this place and time 1s and 0s somehow making meaning We take a beat Stick a pin in it To get something down. March has been a Lion. A beast, new challenges on the daily. But the moments, and time, and energy …
Beats Rhymes Life
The beats drift downward, echoing the halls. They’re way, way upstairs. I hear the knock, knock of the bamboo poles against the concrete wall. They’ve slid the laundry down from the skinny, long bamboo drying racks, and are in the midst of sorting, folding, passing, molding. In a household of four including two sweaty kids, …
Yes, Yes I Can
Bạn có thể làm được không? Vâng, tôi có thể làm được! I can’t help but ask the same question, three times. By the third time, he’s both a bit annoyed and a bit amused. Are you sure it’s OK to do this? Yes, I’m sure I can do this! He says, this time with …
Bubbles
I slide the 4-meter bamboo pole down toward the wall, careful not to add to the already-scarred white paint and plaster. Pick up the freshly-wet long sleeve shirt, and open one of the sleeves, sliding it onto the smooth beige pole. I repeat the process with a pair of pants, next, underwear, next, Elephant’s long-sleeved …
Stoop
I’m wondering, today. Sitting halfway up our rounded stairwell, I realize the platform is wider if I curl into the wall. I extend my legs and stretch a bit. It’s been a lazy day so far, much needed recovery after a stressful 48. I don’t normally perch here, stuck in purgatory between two ferns, but …
Get Up Eight 