The entrance into ... the poetry of language ... the bones of The Safety Pin Cafe

" When your soul awakens, you begin to truly inherit your life. You leave the kingdom of fake surfaces, repetitive talk and weary roles and slip deeper into the true adventure of who you are and who you are called to become. The greatest friend of the soul is the unknown. Yet we are afraid of the unknown because it lies outside our vision and our control. We avoid it or quell it by filtering it through our protective barriers of domestication and control. The normal way never leads home." - John Donohue

For a month now, The Safety Pin Cafe has surfed the cyber waves, catching the reader's eye, perhaps, tantalized your imagination. It tickles me to know that the scents of The Safety Pin Cafe interest you, for I see that more than 100 readers have sampled the story that began in the winter. My ancestors were skilled and powerful water-folk, surfers and voyagers on the wa'a kaulua (canoe) the ride from here to there depended upon a willingness to adapt to the wave, to the water.

 If you have read the medicine story and came to the concluding chapter you might recognize the Granny Smith Apple ... the choice of apples for a pie served around a table upstairs, above the cozy cafe that serves no coffee, but offers instead steamed milk and cinnamon toast. The photos above were taken years ago (before the story of a border witch strung itself), yet it is that apple and that pan which will be the cover to the book. Left unattended the photos rested in the archives and now they have been uncovered ... they have a job to do, a joy to encourage, a story to enliven.

How patient am I to learn the skills of self-publication? Not always very patient, but I persist, teaching myself how to use new software I press on the brain cells and hope for bridges to make sense of LibreOffice Writer.  I thought the pages of the chapbook would be ready by now, 'aue ... alas, no, not yet. Still paddling! Writing this post is a break from that new territory which I wade through like eating a tasty bit of fish filled with bones. Ono (delicious) with some risks.