tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23787658700564877102024-03-13T17:09:50.145-07:00ELDER WRITES, ELDER SINGSAUTHOR.....COMPOSER.....PHOTOGRAPHER........POET
BOOK SIGNINGS------------- POETRY READINGS
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SEASONAL CELEBRATIONS Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-10040562745919205692015-11-24T21:24:00.000-08:002015-11-24T21:24:25.858-08:00The books are here!!<strong>Here I am at a local Arts and Crafts Fair displaying and offering my new poetry book WOMAN WANDERING 1975-2015 The response was warm and complimentary. Now I am holding the book in my hands. I feel its personal power. It wants to be shared and read. What an appropriate time of the year to be thankful and grateful for the joy of writing about the memories of my life as a woman, mother, artist, educator and lover of Nature and new places. </strong><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-69129015603517499572015-11-04T09:38:00.001-08:002015-11-04T09:38:40.963-08:00More wandering toward the Tree of Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>This is the photo used on the back cover of the poetry book. All photos taken by Jessica Rose of Sebastopol, California. </strong><br />
<strong></strong>Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-51606534088479976142015-11-04T09:32:00.001-08:002015-11-04T09:32:33.983-08:00Nina and the Tree of Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-44772236584251637192015-11-04T09:09:00.000-08:002015-11-04T09:09:03.591-08:00Woman Wandering.......is a book in print!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>WOMAN WANDERING 1975 -- 2015 POEMS BY NINA TEPEDINO</strong><br />
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<strong>Woman Wandering is a collection of fifty poems spanning forty years of poetic reflection. It is a memoir in poetry, the new genre, to be considered and honored as my style to chronicle my life as a woman...my life as artist...my life as teacher...my life with Nature... my delights and displeasures and my elder wisdom to be absorbed and heard. As I walk toward the Tree of Life, an elder Black Oak at the Gold Ridge Farm in Sebastopol, California, I embrace the living and growth in my life, as my creative force prospers and continues to wander. </strong><br />
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<br />Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-59592668658536522312015-06-28T11:49:00.001-07:002015-06-28T11:49:20.518-07:00I Have Returned...........it is 2015.....it is almost July!! <br />
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May in Portland........Ah, yes......my new poetry book is going to be released soon called:<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">WOMAN WANDERING.....1975 to 2014</span></strong><br />
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A Morning Response...............June.....28, 2015<br />
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<strong>Mother Earth</strong><br />
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<strong>Your skirts are the clouds you shake to make it rain</strong><br />
<strong>Your red lips are the blossoms from many cultured gardens</strong><br />
<strong>Your hair is braided with vines encircling the sphere</strong><br />
<strong>Your tears spill forth from the melting ice caps</strong><br />
<strong>Your heart is full like the ocean churning and bubbling in waves of </strong><br />
<strong>anxiety and worries like Mothers do.</strong><br />
<strong>With your patience and prayers you give us more time to learn new ways,</strong><br />
<strong>like Mothers do. </strong><br />
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Nina Tepedino<br />
copyright June, 2015Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-32502797263818772014-09-02T15:58:00.001-07:002014-09-02T15:58:04.045-07:00Recent Local Appearance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On August, 29, I was the guest poet/speaker at the Sebastopol Kiwanis Luncheon. I shared my life journey through my poems, stories and song, for a whole luxurious thirty minutes!! I responded to very provocative and complimentary questions and comments. I feel great pride as a Redwood Writers member to be featured as a poet. My first book of poems will be entitled: A Touch of Time, published by Lovejoy Press.Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-82241344083208394902014-07-14T19:50:00.000-07:002014-07-14T19:50:21.092-07:00JULY 14, 2014<br />
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ELDER WISDOM HIPPIE LADY.........PHOTO BY LINDA SORENSEN...........<br />
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Here I am.....under the umbrella of Redwood Writers.....Our booth at the Bilbliophoria Printing Festival, in Sebastopol at the Center for the Arts on Saturday, June 28th.........a truly lovely exhibit of book arts......<br />
I hope soon to begin creating my own Poetry Chap books with my poems and my photographs.......Redwood Writers is an organization that honors you as a writer.......and supports your efforts and ideas. Sometimes writers......creative ones......need that added poke to produce!! Summer and gardening for food can be a major distraction...As the fall and winter months meet us head on, it then becomes a more condusive time to retreat and stay inside....taking more time for my writing projects.<br />
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In the current moment I am slightly obsessed with zucchinis......Here is my latest poem:<br />
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Zuke Soup<br />
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Shiny green skinned cylinder,<br />
spermed from lush golden yellow petals.<br />
Female blossom unfurls.<br />
Male blossom births the edible shoot,<br />
shaded under broad tropical stalks and leaves.<br />
Tis not a shy producing squash.<br />
It dominates with a presence<br />
so proud and prolific,<br />
twisted off the vine,<br />
brought into the kitchen<br />
to be sliced, diced, sauteed<br />
with olive oil and soy sauce,<br />
dipped in egg and seasoned bread crumbs,<br />
creamed into zuke soup<br />
with red onion and ginger spice,<br />
concocted to satisfy my hunger,<br />
a culinary reward for weeks spent<br />
intensely watching my zucchini grow.<br />
Praises for my Italian grandma Maria,<br />
whose earthbound passion taught me to know.<br />
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Nina Tepedino<br />
First Day of Summer, 2014<br />
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<br />Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-396994867521794702014-05-24T17:26:00.000-07:002014-05-24T17:26:09.411-07:00WAITING......A REFLECTIONMay 24, 2014<br />
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written in the middle of the night on April 2, while waiting for my apartment move in at Burbank Heights<br />
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Waiting is worth the wanting.<br />
Wanting is for the waiting to end.<br />
The end is the beginning of no more need to pretend.<br />
After the gift blessing is manifested,<br />
the image created is pre-destined.<br />
The scheme, the plan is molded to be<br />
for the benefit of the future that you see.<br />
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Waiting is why we live, hoping for the desired outcome and a unique realization that what has been asked of you is deserved by you. It adds to the power of your life. It makes the enfolding manifestation surround you. It creates a reason for radical gratitude to all those who helped in the waiting, who believed strongly beside you. It gives you thanks for your own efforts, energy and trust for the intended climax and added dimension of decisions tossed and considered. Waiting engenders wisdom, invigorates the body and the mind to a sense of acute awareness. It stimulates your ability to survive--to struggle for substance of meaning and the impetus for creative living, that goes beyond survival and increases the quality of your life and the lives around you, who helped to make the journey fruitful and yes....worth the wait!<br />
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<br />Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-58704212138524098262014-04-29T21:13:00.000-07:002014-04-29T21:13:36.910-07:00I have returned to my blog........<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
IT IS APRIL 30TH........MY SILENCE DUE TO MOVING TO SEBASTOPOL FINALLY!! </div>
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THE NEW REDWOOD WRITERS POETRY ANTHOLOGY 2014 IS NOW AVAILABLE. <br />
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TWO OF MY POEMS ARE PUBLISHED<br />
TITLES: ON MY WAY HOME and SEATTLE WALKNina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-77857532673507291472014-02-16T13:33:00.001-08:002014-02-16T13:33:58.597-08:00A Prayer of Urgency to Stop Monsanto<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This photo was taken a couple of years ago. This year the mustard did not bloom. This memory helps me to feel hopeful and so grateful that we have had some very nice rain.........<br />
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For my morning write today, I was still tossing around in my brain....the terrifying news of the loss of the monarch migration numbers......with startling statistics.that were released just yesterday, even on USA Today online news which began to form into a liturgical prayer form, that has always, for me, been the most powerful moment in the liturgy, when collectively we listen to the prayer and we respond out loud....."HEAR OUR PRAYER!<br />
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For the monarch butterfly migration and its increase;<br />
For the milkweed to flourish again;<br />
For the farmers to follow the Light of ecologists and earth savers;<br />
For more Percy and Louise Schmizers;<br />
For more collective out cries of dissent and disgust;<br />
For the demise of powerful monopolies who rape and kill living species.....animal and human;<br />
For those leaders and countries and US states, who have put bans on GMOs into place;<br />
For our utmost care of the environment;<br />
For the total ban on all pesticides and chemicals....especially ROUND UP;<br />
For the restoration of the bee population;<br />
For the waning of the cancer epidemic and healing for those who are ill;<br />
For clean air and water;<br />
For the Elder Wisdom Keepers;<br />
For the words of activist poets who write to preserve the nature they so poetically describe and honor;<br />
For those who gather in protest to inform us, educate us and protect us;<br />
For those who refuse to give up the hope for change;<br />
And for these intentions and our own personal pleas.........<br />
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We pray, meditate, shout out to the Goddess, the Gods of many faiths, to Yaweh, to Allah, to Buddha,<br />
to Quan Yin, the angels and druids that travel among us, the Christ, the Lamas, the gurus, the nations and their leaders, the Pope and his bishops, priests, vicars, rabbis and to all people of sensibility and sanity<br />
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Please add your intentions.......your prayers.........your hopes..........Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-60980959473809525892014-02-08T10:29:00.000-08:002014-02-08T10:38:43.234-08:00Tulip Magnolia in the Rain<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>FEBRUARY 8, 2014 </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Tulip Magnolia in the Rain</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>I walk by it on Brown Street, </b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>a very ancient Burbank tree,</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>pink and lavender mixed blossoms,</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>with those large oval, thick petals.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>When it rains,</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>and it finally does!</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>the huge mantle of color</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>struggles to keep its glory,</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>like a Monet against the sky,</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>blue or gray</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>in a magnificent silent humble way.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Does not flaunt its beauty. It just is.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>I stop to give a gratuitous bow</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>for its annual flamboyant free show. </b></span></span><br />
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MY POEM: MIGRATION has earned a Third Place prize in the NATIONAL AMATEUR POETRY<br />
COMPETITION sponsored by Eber & Wein Publishing........<br />
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MIGRATION<br />
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Whale watchers are mammals, too.<br />
We all nurse our young,<br />
expelled from the womb in placenta blood,<br />
nurtured by instinct,<br />
filled with water,<br />
the fluid of life.<br />
The mammals who killed mammals to near extinction,<br />
now searching for spout and breech<br />
to fill the camera lens.<br />
Do the whales watch us watch them?<br />
Do their memories forgive our killing ways?<br />
We gaze out to sea,<br />
braced against the ocean wind<br />
to face forward off the Bodega Cliff edges,<br />
that hold the onlookers<br />
for the annual mammalian migration.<br />
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Copyright 2011<br />
Nina Tepedino<br />
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Be sure to see the Film: Blackfish.......which chronicles the early capture of baby Orcas in Puget Sound<br />
for the horrible crime and profit for the Sea Worlds of the world and how some of the original hunters have been asking for forgiveness and expressing great remorse for their actions. They are now convinced that one of the most intelligent mammals of the sea have experienced great mistreatment, death and the loss of their young whale children with screaming cries of anguish and mourning witnessed by the hunters. You can locate this documentary film on line. It is being shown in some theaters, but is not available for live streaming from Netflix. <br />
<br />Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-84069610366473830282013-11-10T12:06:00.002-08:002013-11-10T12:06:52.326-08:00VIEW MY INTERVIEW ON WOMEN'S SPACES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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THE INTERVIEW VIDEO CAN BE SEEN AT http://www.womensspaces.com/<br />
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Community Television, Cable 26, WOMEN'S SPACES show with Elaine Holtz, producer with Nina<br />
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I was interviewed and taped on Friday, October 11, with an air date for November (TBA). I will keep everyone posted re: time and Channels access. It was a wonderful opportunity to share my new children's book and to answer questions about what it is like to be a creative and active eighty year-old elder in these times. Hope you will all watch and comment. Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-40378320286325017542013-09-21T15:54:00.001-07:002013-09-21T15:54:10.270-07:00POSTED: SEPTEMBER 21 <br />
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POEM PUBLISHED IN THE NEW 2013 VINTAGE VOICES<br />
ANTHOLOGY, REDWOOD WRITERS, SONOMA COUNTY.<br />
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EMANCIPATION SECTION.....PG 43<br />
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POSTCARDS OF DEATH<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">It was a twenty-first century event.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Images were hung on a Mississippi gallery wall</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">for an exhibition of black and white</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">photos sold for a souvenir</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">of anonymous faces posed in fear.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Images that were mailed as picture postcards</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">by lynching mobs and tourists,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">who gathered to watch and wait</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">for the moment of entry at Death's gate,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">without guilt for the innocent,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">without trial by a jury,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">with no one to shout:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"Set him free! Set him free!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">from the hangman's tree!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Emancipation came too late</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">for those African ancestors,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">thought to be less than human</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">by photographers, who profited </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">from their postcards of death.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">@2013 Nina Tepedino</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Today I read this poem at the Reading Circle venue at the Sonoma County Book Festival, at the Santa Rosa Junior College</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Happy Fall Equinox!! </span><br />
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photo by Greg PfeifferNina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-10588060457667647142013-09-18T08:37:00.001-07:002013-09-18T08:37:31.982-07:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>September, 18, 2013</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I would like to announce my new sole proprietor enterprise.......LOVEJOY PRESS. I will be publishing my own books for children and for my poetry. I am currently working on a music book for young children: "Never Too Tired For Singing" with photos, text and notated songs, resources for the home and school setting. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I am also creating four or five little books for children, ages 5 thru 10 that center on the character's activities and messages for helping to save our planet's wildlife and habitats that threatened by climate change and global warming. So, I will keep in touch with all the latest developments as they happen. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Happy writing!!</b></span>Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-15326530184547470632013-09-07T20:20:00.001-07:002013-09-07T20:20:46.381-07:00LOCAL CHILDREN'S AUTHORS AT COPPERFIELDS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On July 31 at Copperfield's Bookstore, Santa Rosa......Children's Authors Night......a wonderful evening of questions, reading my "If You Lived In Sam's Neck" and signing and selling. One gentleman came up to me and said he really loved my book. The best open reading and introduction ever. <br />Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-3532878253772361772013-07-25T18:56:00.001-07:002013-07-25T18:59:33.750-07:00My Photograph Won a Prize!! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My Bodega Head Ocean Waves Photo was just awarded Third Prize at the Sonoma County Fair for the "In Your Own Backyard" contest. Finally, after three years of entering, I have been recognized for my photography creative efforts. It feels good. However, no real blue ribbons this year......just a small sticker type. Oh, well.........Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-39417311200693007202013-05-04T14:29:00.000-07:002013-05-04T14:30:22.194-07:00<span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><b>MAY 18, SATURDAY 2 TO 4PM</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><b>AT THE SANTA ROSA CENTRAL LIBRARY</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><b>REDWOOD WRITERS AND LOCAL AUTHORS READ</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><b>OPEN MIC......SIGN UP</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><b>POETRY.......PROSE........</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><b>THEME: "MEMORIES"</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"><b>COME AND HEAR NINA TEPEDINO AND OTHER LOCAL AUTHORS. </b></span>Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-41088624070654343572013-03-30T17:55:00.001-07:002013-03-30T17:55:47.951-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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March 20, 2013 Author Nina Tepedino launching her new children's book called, IF YOU LIVED IN <br /><div>
<br /> SAM'S NECK.........at the Northwest Library in Santa Rosa, CA It was also the first day of Spring, so we celebrated with daffodils and sunflower seeds given out to the children and their families who attended. The children asked me very interesting questions, while they each held a book and followed along as I read. It really is the best way to launch a book for children...by reading your book in person to young readers. I enjoyed this opportunity very much. Kim Popenuck, the Chidren's Librarian is a wonderful collaborator and truly supports the efforts of local authors and provides a very rich environment for young children and local school children in a room that is bulging with books, exhibits, computers and an author reading her book to a small group of children.....all at the same time!! It was like returning to my busy open classroom...my most favorite style of education. </div>
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RETURN OF THE PERENNIALS<br />
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The mockingbirds sing mating obligatos.<br />
The honeysuckle is hoping for hummingbirds.<br />
The sage shows off her velvet pungent leaves.<br />
The bees have returned to the rosemary.<br />
The comfrey sends up spiked shoots.<br />
The lemon balm's root sprouts new branches.<br />
The early alyssum fragrance reaches my nostrils.<br />
The thyme and oregano resume their culinary purpose.<br />
The miner's lettuce and chickweed dominate under foot.<br />
The oxalis spreads its yellow carpet under the bare-black chestnut trees.<br />
The first acacia begins its lustrous glow.<br />
A lingering chill in the wind chases away the sun.<br />
A high flying solitary white egret's wing span reflects the morning light mist.<br />
My thoughts go to wondering about winter's end,<br />
but my senses of sight, smell and sound tell me:<br />
It's Spring, again!Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-90813105785919365452013-03-11T08:56:00.003-07:002013-03-11T08:56:52.294-07:00<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>March 11, 2013</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Ode To Women--An Invocation</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>To women of classic distinction,</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Greater than an honorable mention,</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Beyond all obvious description,</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Object of this global celebration.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>You all-embrace life's gift</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>with outstretched arms of warmth,</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>as if adrift on a floating cloud entity</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Buddha's daughters of hospitality.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>The sacred Mayan calendar</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>calls you dynamic yellow Seed.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>The ancient glyphs glorify</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>the women, who survive, in order to unify.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>c 2013 Nina Tepedino</b></span>Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-37115404631541586592013-03-07T11:12:00.001-08:002013-03-07T11:12:13.972-08:00PROGRAM FOR MARCH 20 EVENT<br />
<b>AT THE NORTHWEST REGIONAL LIBRARY, 150 Coddingtown Center</b><br />
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<b>Intro with Cherokee flute music</b><br />
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<b>Read aloud presentation of "If You Lived In Sam's Neck" </b><br />
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<b>with details about what our life was like in the valley. There will be an extra photo gallery, as well.</b><br />
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<b>(then I will gradually flow into the first Day of Spring (Equinox) Celebration with:)</b><br />
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<b>"Spring Has Come" with song and dramatization, with the children joining me in a little play with dramatic actions.</b><br />
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<b>Storytime....again...."The Spring Story" with the Goddess of Spring, OSTARA, with props and surprises</b><br />
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<b>Song: "Planting Seeds" with flute</b><br />
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<b>Spring Singing Game....."The Sun Powers All" in a large circle formation participation</b><br />
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<b>Daffodils for All</b><br />
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<b>Book Signing and Goodbyes. </b><br />
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<b>This event is to be held on March 20....Wednesday at 11 AM for children 5 years and up, accompanied by parent of caregiver. </b>Nina Tepedinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944646150722223570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378765870056487710.post-15036928522715769242013-03-06T08:48:00.003-08:002013-03-06T08:48:52.729-08:00MARCH MUSINGS<span style="font-size: large;"><b>March event for Author, Nina</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Northwest Regional Library, 150 Coddingtown Center, SR</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>March 20, Wed 11 AM</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Nina will read from her new book If You Lived In Sam's Neck</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>and will answer questions about homesteading in northern California. The book describes, in poetic style, a family's commitment to an adventure in living close to nature during the early seventies on a forty-acre homestead in northern California. It is a read-aloud, easy picture book with photographs to share the gifted rewards of a back to nature lifestyle. For children ages 5 & up, accompanied by a parent of caregiver. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>On Friday evening March 1, I was invited to share my poetry at the 100 Thousand Poets for Change at the Gaia Restaurant in Santa Rosa. Following are the poems I read for you to enjoy:</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>( my anti fossil fuel poem, without mentioning any names!!)</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Cold Full Moon in January</b></span><br />
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<b>Out on my dark balcony,</b><br />
<b>I decided to talk to Grandmother Moon.</b><br />
<b>She answered me, "I am the eye to watch the world."</b><br />
<b>What do you see?</b><br />
<b>"I see a planet that is aging,</b><br />
<b>tired from the abuse and raping of her land.</b><br />
<b>I see the polluted ocean waters</b><br />
<b>struggling to survive.</b><br />
<b>I am the ruler of the tides</b><br />
<b>that could sweep and flood your coastal lnnds."</b><br />
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<b>So, the eye of the moon is watching.</b><br />
<b>The eyes of the world are watching.</b><br />
<b>Grandmother ancestor knows all.</b><br />
<b>Listen, listen, if you can.</b><br />
<b>The beat of the drum, the chants in the mountains,</b><br />
<b>the flowers waiting to bloom.</b><br />
<b>The cold moon light reaches me.</b><br />
<b>It enters into my bones, my breath, my veins.</b><br />
<b>The message is imprinted.</b><br />
<b>Another cycle begins, with pure seeds for planting.</b><br />
<b>The wind's soft power and Grandfather Sun to light the way.</b><br />
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<b>c 2013 Nina Tepedino</b><br />
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<b>EULOGY</b><br />
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<b>The spirits of salmon skeletons</b><br />
<b>floating in the dammed streams,</b><br />
<b>never again to be fertilized or caught.</b><br />
<b>We eat what is ancient.</b><br />
<b>We eat it to extinction.</b><br />
<b>We eat it until it becomes a ghost of the sea.</b><br />
<b>A burial ground for a species</b><br />
<b>so willing to be food for us</b><br />
<b>in an innocent and naive act</b><br />
<b>of trusting our voracious appetites</b><br />
<b>for destroying what is wild.</b><br />
<b>What gives to us, but can't---forever. </b><br />
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<b>c 2008 Nina Tepedino</b><br />
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<b> Bodega Head on Thanksgiving Day, 2012</b><br />
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<b>MIGRATION</b><br />
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<b>Whale watchers are mammals, too.</b><br />
<b>We all nurse our young,</b><br />
<b>expelled from the womb in placenta blood,</b><br />
<b>nurtured by instinct,</b><br />
<b>filled with water,</b><br />
<b>the fluid of life.</b><br />
<b>The mammals who killed mammals to near extinction,</b><br />
<b>now searching for spout and breech</b><br />
<b>to fill the camera lens.</b><br />
<b>Do the whales watch us watch them?</b><br />
<b>Do their memories forgive our killing ways?</b><br />
<b>We gaze out to sea,</b><br />
<b>braced against the ocean wind</b><br />
<b>to face forward off the Bodega cliff edges,</b><br />
<b>that hold the onlookers</b><br />
<b>for the annual mammalian migration.</b><br />
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<b>c 2011 Nina Tepedino</b><br />
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