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March 2025
Goodbye and Keep Cold by Robert Frost
03/13/2025
What The Living Do by Marie Howe
03/13/2025
Racism is Not Genetic
03/11/2025
Bill Gould, The First
03/07/2025
THIS IS A CHAPTER, NOT MY WHOLE STORY
03/07/2025
Dramatic Flair: Villagers Share their Digital Art
03/03/2025
Empowering Senior LGBTQ+ Caregivers
03/03/2025
A Life Never Anticipated
03/02/2025
Eaton Fire Changes Life
03/02/2025
February 2025
Commemorating Black History Month 2025
02/28/2025
Transportation at the Pasadena Village
02/28/2025
A Look at Proposition 19
02/27/2025
Behind the Scenes: Understanding the Pasadena Village Board and Its Role
02/27/2025
Beyond and Within the Village: The Power of One
02/27/2025
Celebrating Black Voices
02/27/2025
Creatively Supporting Our Village Community
02/27/2025
Decluttering: More Than The Name Implies
02/27/2025
Hidden Gems of Forest Lawn Museum
02/27/2025
LA River Walk
02/27/2025
Message from the President
02/27/2025
Phoenix Rising
02/27/2025
1619 Conversations with West African Art
02/25/2025
The Party Line
02/24/2025
Status - Feb 20, 2025
02/20/2025
Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
02/17/2025
Dreams by Langston Hughes
02/17/2025
Haiku - Four by Fritzie
02/17/2025
Haikus - Nine by Virginia
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Wind and Fire
02/17/2025
Partnerships Amplify Relief Efforts
02/07/2025
Another Community Giving Back
02/05/2025
Diary of Disaster Response
02/05/2025
Eaton Fire: A Community United in Loss and Recovery
02/05/2025
Healing Powers of Creative Energy
02/05/2025
Living the Mission
02/05/2025
Message from the President: Honoring Black History Month
02/05/2025
Surviving and Thriving: Elder Health Considerations After the Fires
02/05/2025
Treasure Hunting in The Ashes
02/05/2025
Villager's Stories
02/05/2025
A Beginning of Healing
02/03/2025
Hectic Evacuation From Eaton Canyon Fire
02/02/2025
Hurricanes and Fires are Different Monsters
02/02/2025
January 2025
At Dawn by Ed Mervine
01/31/2025
Thank you for Relief Efforts
01/31/2025
Needs as of January 25, 2025
01/24/2025
Eaton Fire Information
01/23/2025
Escape to San Diego
01/19/2025
Finding Courage Amid Tragedy
01/19/2025
Responses of Pasadena Village February 22, 2025
01/18/2025
A Tale of Three Fires
01/14/2025
Alphabet, a poem about experiencing vision loss
By Sally AsmundsonPosted: 09/22/2020
I have moved to Altadena as of Sept 15 and have been rather busy with the move and getting settled. Having emails to write and things to read are helpful in getting me to pace myself and not unpack and organize until I am over exhausted.
I wrote the poem after the second surgery on my right eye, first to reattach a torn retina and second to try to save some of the retina after the development of a very fast growing epiretinal membrane or puckered macula.
The second surgery was 9 hours and I had to spend 24 hours a day on my stomach or with my head down for a month so that the gas bubble would hold the retina in place while it healed. All the while not knowing if I would have any vision in that eye. The first detachment was in February 1999 while I was working full time and also in the second year of a masters program.
I was able to complete the degree, a M.A in Mytholgical Studies at the Pacifica Graduate Institute. I was never able to return to work and was on disability until I reached retirement age in 2005. I continued to have visual hallucinations of flashing lights in both eyes for about three years and double vision for close to 10 years. Both reading and using the computer could only be done for about 15 minutes at a time.
I wore a black contact lens if I hiked or drove for most of that time. I am grateful that my vision is now stable and I haven’t yet developed some of the issues which would decrease my vision further. I have learned to live with compromised vision and it does not limit me at this point. That’s the main reason that I haven’t participated in the VIP group.
- Sally Asmundson –
Alphabet Poem
A Apprehend with aplomb, apples, arches, aches even agony.
B Basic billows, beautiful blue, now black with no
C crackle of cacophonous crystal clarity.
D Instead dark, not dank but deep with despair; or dwindling delight?
E Euphonious elephant, eecking, elegant or elephantine
F fracturous, fraught and frazzled;
G gray, gargantuan, grungy with grime. Or grim
H helpings of hellish heaven huddled under
I the unseen iridescence of icicle illusions.
J Jabberwocky of jewels jealously
K kept klose even though not klear.
L A lovely lens looms almost luscious
M marred, marked and murky but not murdered yet.
N No, nothing, not, nada, nondescript. Noble
O old oak outgrowth oppresses and also opens;
P peeps, peering at precious, priceless, pupil with its
Q quintessential quest for the quotidian quantity;
R restless, resolute, resolved, red, roiled and rotated. Don’t ridicule the retina.
S See, saw, seen, sight, soulful, surreptitious
T Two, top, tallow, twist, and trouble
U Up, but under, uxorious, undulate
V Vac, vacuous, victorious, not vicious or viscous, but vital. Virtual vision not a version.
W White, all color, no black none, white with whorls and whirls and whoops.
The warrior
X Xena, with xcellent, xcess
Y Yellow macula, yells at me to be to see
Z Zot and zap; I want to sea — to zee — to see