Lean into me.

                       The universe

sings in quiet meditation.

~ s.ortiz, culture and the universe

summer mornings, sultry new orleans, open kitchen windows, & the daily ritual of iced coffee.

5 Year Plan?

"What you forget, living here, is that just because you have stopped sinking doesn't mean your still not underwater."

~a.hempel

Apricot & Agave Corn Muffins, vegan & gluten-free.

oscillate

"Until later, we’ll speak before then.
Or speak after, I don’t remember,
or perhaps we haven’t even met
or cannot communicate.
I have these crazy habits-
I speak, there is no one and I don’t listen
I ask myself questions and never answer."


~pablo neruda, soliloquy at twilight

heaps of rain and incertitude

"...Abby began to think that all the beauty and ugliness and turbulence one found scattered through nature, one could also find in people themselves, all collected there, all together in a single place. No matter what terror or loveliness the earth could produce - winds, seas - a person could produce the same, lived with the same, lived with all that mixed-up nature swirling inside, every bit. There was nothing as complex in the world - no flower or stone - as a single hello from a human being."

~lorrie moore, birds of america (which is more than I can say about some people)

the common cold

"It's frightening, she thinks, how when the going gets rough you fall back on whatever awful think you grew up with." 

~barbara kingsolver, homeland and other stories (blueprints)

if not now, when?

No love? Let us make it!

Done. Next? Let us make

care, tenderness, courage,

jealousy, glut, lies.

~#14

Do you know what you lacked?

That dose of contempt without which

you cannot flip a woman on her back

to make her flounder like a turtle,

to make the heartless fool realize:

she cannot flip back on her own.

~#15

Why is the word yes so brief?

It should be

the longest,

the hardest,

so that you could not decide in an instant to say it,

so that upon reflection you could stop

in the middle of saying it.

~#17

~vera pavlova, if there is something to desire

garlic, shallots, onions & flowers

"Maybe happiness is circumspect.  Maybe it is furtive, sidelong, a slant of light as the sun travels elsewhere.  Thinking this somehow calms her.  It is reassuring to know how small and deliberate a thing it might be."     ~maxine chernoff, the nobel prize for shoes

passing

Not use to falling

one piece

at a time.

she gave up

formal pursuits,

leaned into

the curve

with grace.

~maxine chernoff, river's edge

Summer coming too soon to it's first steps in ending...and the first glass of red wine of the season that felt just right.

connection/communion

 

"Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect, and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die." ~e.m. forster, howards end

one year, three cities

“It suggests that you are more than you think you are. There are dimensions of your being and a potential for realization and consciousness that are not included in your concept of yourself. Your life is much deeper and broader than you conceive it to be here. What you are living is but a fractional inkling of what is really within you, what gives you life, breadth, and depth.” ~joseph campbell, the power of myth


“ “You’d better get busy, though, buddy. The goddamn sands run out on you every time you turn around. I know what I’m talking about. You’re lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddamn phenomenal world." ” ~j.d. salinger, franny and zooey


savannah ga, hampton va, new york ny...relationships new and old, begun and ended...begun again, jobs/careers come and gone. life is short. life is long.

small deaths and rebirths

"It is thus, if there is any rule, that we ought to die--neither as victim nor as fanatic, but as the seafarer who can greet with an equal eye the deep that he is entering, and the shore that he must leave." ~e.m. forster, howards end

muti-grain, olive, pecan raisin, parmesean focaccia, ciabatta, french batard, roasted garlic, and baguette... an early morning death and rebirth.

christmas at 70°

Twas the night before Christmas
And Mary forlorn
Waiting for Jesus
Our God to be born
But in came the kings
And other such things
And alas poor old Joseph
Who was wearing a horn.
~Conrad Aiken

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parmesan butternut au gratin

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.merry christmas

slow mornings/mournings

Freedom from the desire for an answer is essential to the understanding of a problem. ~j.krishnamurti

for the love of squash...

...and open, autumn, vegetable stands.




"What a thrill, what a shock, to be alive on a morning in June, prosperous, almost scandalously privileged, with a simple errand to run." ~clarissia vaughn in michael cunninghams, the hours


"What a lark! What a plunge! For it had always seemed to her, when, with a little squeak, which she could hear now, she had burst open the french windows and plunged at Bourton into the open air." ~clarissa dalloway in virginia woolfs, mrs. dalloway

first day to smell of the coming fall

poolish, rise, and cooling.

sun tea and a waning summer

"It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing."
~e.hemingway, the sun also rises

in the company of bread

honey & lavender wheat loaf + homemade pasta and white wine tomato sause

a day off.