Sh'mal Ellenberg's Blog – April 2009 Archive (6)

'I found it synchronistic or apropos, that the same week there was publicity about bacon becoming the new food ingredient in many foods. there is an alert for swine flu. Pigs, maybe we kill to many pigs, eat to many pigs; If anyone visits a pig farm, they would never ear pig again. It's totally inhumane treatment. Now what, a potential pandemic of swine flu. Seems like a karmic payback to humanity for mistreating what many say is a smart animal. Maybe they are and we aren't. Sh'mal

Bob Sh’mal Ellenberg

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Seattle, Wa 98125

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HESTER’S LAST SMILE



AND CAN OF ROLLING TOBACCO























In the nursing home where I work people dying is going on regularly; it’s nothing new to me, but now people are being admitted, in their forties and fifties, who are terminally ill with one critical illnesses or… Continue

A CLOSE ENCOUNTER WITH CHARLIE MANSON



While my 12 year-old son and I were waiting for our flight from Miami to Los Angeles I was browsing a magazine rack and came across a article about Charlie Manson and his perennial parole problems. My mind immediately flew to that ominous afternoon I spent at his Topanga Canyon commune outside of Los Angeles. The picture, indelibly imprinted on my consciousness, of Manson jumping back into an attack mode crouch, his fists clenched, wanting to… Continue

THE LEGACY OF ROSE PEARL







I’m always amazed, how after committing to an action out of love, we never know how the re-actions will reverberate through our life. This story is an instance of that reverberation.









Rose Pearl called me, reaching out by telephone, making a connection to tell me she was dying. She made it clear it wouldn’t be that very moment, but in the near future. Rose said she was calling because she needed some one to take care of… Continue

Bob Sh’mal Ellenberg

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Gainesville, Fl. 32601

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BEING ONE WITH THE OTHER



STORIES OF BEING WITH THE HOMELESS











Harry was on the ground half conscious with about 15 people, mostly men, uncomfortably standing around looking down at him; the Listerine bottle knocked over on the stone table, its distinct odor wafted… Continue

A MEETING ON THE TRAIN





There is always a potential romantic adventure, however slight and passing, when one is open and allowing life to unfold for us.

I watched attentively as a woman, one among many, but a particular woman, walked down the isle of the train I was on. I casually watched as she put her baggage on the overhead rack, with a sigh, signifying, “well, this is it, it’s all okay,” then sat across from where I was sitting on the Amtrak train from Buffalo to NYC.… Continue