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About Just out. (Portland, OR) 1983-2013 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 16, 2001)
november lfi, 2001 » Lawvfmn F lower Music presents... The garden gate Tiny urban plot becomes a sanctuary for bleeding hearts New Years Exe'Dance blues & 0 m dance ;| , music by l ft ’é m - N e w years E ve ! M O N D A Y , D E C E M B E R * W here. :00pm I ARNEGARDS BALLROOM 1510 SE 9th & Hawthorne Portland, OR Tickets : $25 ADVANCE / $30 DOOR Safeway Fastixx 50i3-22'l-ti\x Touchstone Coffee House and online at: www lynnfrancesanderson com Id //lis /influì ïW ÏÏfîm i'C tlib le j. e fs tà B th is c(lange, IcTs Ifim o tfilh e r niobi to fiïïlit m o u i i d fftftij m i as a ■ More. E v cru d m l ive Music, dancing, party favors, hors d' oeuvres, raffle, tarot readers, no host bar all in a non-smoking venue with a toast at midnight! in ccwWi we a reíd NewŸtà P Insito io Volunteers • Sponsors • Group Discounts Inquire: 503-735-3992 Mi.com Imaginary fireflies and brittle brown magnolia leaves make sense to N icki Eybel can’t seem to leave my garden. I’ve been there since Sept. 11. Day 17. Day 18. I tiny urban plot. To find comfort among the ferns and be cozy under the vine maple. We can snuggle next to these compost bins and be sheltered, offering all our worries and pains to Day 19. the corydalis and bleeding hearts. Let the flow Earthquakes generally rumble out of ering nicotianas heal us. the earth and into buildings. On Sept. 11, I can’t leave my little piece of heaven just 3,000 short miles away, an unspeakable yet. force I cannot open the garden gate and walk cracked from unimaginably tall buildings into down the driveway. I cannot move out into a the earth. Into our glorious plan world I so fiercely love. I cannot imagine visit et. Into my garden. ing with the wise, older neighbors I once T his garden is the only place enjoyed. Not yet. I can’t find the balance to in the whole wide world that walk along streets lined with glorious, nurtured makes any sense to me: in the gardens. My eyes are not ready for autumn’s dusty, obstinate clay under the bold palette. weeping birch; the delicious, rich I don’t recognize myself in these times. I did humus under the firs; dappled not see any of this coming. My hair turning sunshine that always delights. gray, my body growing tired and soft. The pas This is a friendly place of infinite sion of enormous anger toppling buildings. I ideas and buried plans. My hum cannot sleep. ble contribution to evolution is a So, it is enough for me that moths make tiny blink of heaven that will for sense. Pine siskins and slugs make sense. get me the moment I am gone. Shards of moving sunlight I cannot seem to leave this safe make sense. Wandering cats place o f green, and busy squirrels make gray, brown and sense. Imaginary fireflies and white. This is my brittle brown magnolia back garden with leaves make sense. only two Welcomed is the tonic of entrances, one private and time. one public. My necessary Blessed are the patient place of yin. A quiet, dark gardeners. place, secluded, slow and Did I just hear the garden patient. This is a mysterious gate sigh open a wee bit? J H place where all manner of cats congregate in the shad Reprinted by permission from the ows and sunny spots to study P ortland L esbian G arden C lub N ewsletter . and sleep. Clever cats 1 do not even recognize. C ats who try to replace N icki E ybel lives and grou/s in Northeast my gone cat, Luna. There is comforting Portland with her partner, who recendy planted a magic here. My garden is too real for C N N hot tub under the weeping birch. They are still m to take root. search of a kitty. 1 tend this garden as a refuge— a sanctuary for all beings. I want us all to be safe in this My humble contribution to evolution is a tiny blink of heaven that will forget me the moment I am gone New Trends NewM 'M D raS °n (is H a ^ í a n café In the Paramount Hotel 909 SW PA RK AVENUE • 503.243.5991 SÄ Ott Your Lunch Check S 10 Off Your Dinner Check D R A G O N F I S H A S Í A N C A F E : E X P I R E S N O V E M B E R 30, 2 0 0 1 j NO C A S H V A L U E | j o
