Luhrenloup's Cave




All My Relations



It begins by respecting yourself,

your needs, your emotions, thoughts and ideas.


Sun 10.13.19


      Leaves are falling in the yard, in the streets, aphids attack the tomato plants, move on to the green beans, crows circle overhead, cawing, cawing.  At first 4 of them, and now a sole blackbird perched high in a tree, looking down at the human species and giving its piercing cry: Prepare pilgrim, for death is upon thee.

      The French envision sex as a little death, a rehearsal, because the body knows, is preparing, but the treacherous mind rejects it; I will keep these very grade school friends all of my life and I will live on Oak street with my same neighbors.  I will always work for Wood & Smith and love my wife till I die, keeping my children close through adulthood and middle age; I will remain attractive, by any means necessary. 

      Death is seen as dishonest, or worst.  One is not playing by the rules: The wife takes a lover, Jon graduates and moves to California, Cecily gets an abortion, and Dad starts drinking.  Summer’s tender flower begins to wilt – not OK.  Sex’s power and energy dissipates through intercourse and one is debilitated, so sweet, yet so short.

      But nothing is final; the reaper gathers what’s been sown and reached fruition then gives the wife, Jon, Cecily, Dad, and even the flower another beginning.  As I cross the shopping center today, young adults with parents by their side take in the new life awaiting.  They have made their death defying promises of not leaving the old life behind, of remaining unchanged and incorruptible.  In a month or two all will be forgotten as new assumptions and a new community replace summer’s tender flower.


The favorite essay this month has been, UBI v AI

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Eight o'clock Sunday morning, the police arrive at her apartment in Greenwich Village, "How long have you been living here?" The roommate Elizabeth, after having accepted her half of the deposit money and rent for their new apartment, has called the police. 

New York City doesn’t open its arms to welcome her, but she’s arrived and the adventure of her life is about to unfold.  She’s come from Maine with an invitation from Sarah Lawrence College to participate in the graduate writing program.

How one becomes a seeress is what this memoir explores. Stories have been specifically selected to illustrate, from the sublime to the practical, a spiritual journey introduced in each chapter by an atout, the Tarot’s major archetypes.   From the Fool, to The World, our human journey with its risk and folly unfolds. There is also an artist here alive to her new world seeking inspiration among artists on the Lower East side, learning the ways and foods of her Chinese neighbors, falling in love.