new to you, wrap up for more

I can say with my most recent experience that cleaning up clutter is better than you or I thought. Now I am looking for my passport but I am finding all kinds of treasures in the process. Where did it go?

The weirdest thing I did when I was in acupuncture school has come back to haunt me. There was this grinder in the herb room that was scary looking, blade half there, lid charred. I bought a brand new one for the herb room and took the old one and now after 8 years figured out I could repair it. I had already bought the replacement blade and lid but it looked like a service repair person should do it. Then on the internet while seriously looking for a place to bring it to, I read that all you have to do is put a screwdriver on the bottom to lock the mechanism to unscrew the blade easily done and replace it. 8 years. Nick and I do not use many electric gadgets in our kitchen but a blender wand. So there, a story to tell. And why did I do that for the herb room I might add. No receipt that I remember getting paid for, just did it. Really. Not everything is accounted for in the usual route of things. Was it my offering I needed to do? A self offering and a benefit. I think.

I finally unpacked unloaded the last of my moving in and since then I have been so much calmer. I even signed up for a vacation after 3 or 4 years not taking one, but for a week. It will be a retreat of sorts.

This new year is going well, I have made a natural move away from my chai and coffee habits that include dairy stuff to more prolific drinking of oolong teas mostly. I am drinking a watered down tea, but tasty and really enjoying it. Really enjoying it.

Righteous, that is one of my theme words. I like this definition number 2 googled: Perfectly wonderful; fine and genuine. I like to think of people I trust and depend on in this way. You can hear me saying it sometimes.

Just bought Heidi Swanson’s super natural every day book and I have already cooked several inspirations from it: Granola, Farro soup, Spelt biscuits. My local shopping store, one of three big ones, is closing and they have had a markdown on some very gourmet items I have taken advantage of: All kinds of grains including Spelt flour I just made biscuits from. Red Bhutan rice I put in my weekly soup which includes Farro which is new to me. Then I bought nice shampoo and lotion too. Andronico’s on Telegraph, sad and all the closing, that a supermarket has so much inventory too. Boggling, all the items I would never have noticed due to their prices, it would have been a one item purchase if it came to that.

These are crazy orange segment thickened w/ butter, turbinado, ginger root, spelt and topped w/ chopped almonds, chocolate, orange slivers on my experimenting w/ TJoe’s puff pastry.

Went to San Francisco last week and visited the De Young and was zipping through the shows just looking at what interested me. Then one of the guards told me to look at the art on the ceiling, Sam, my old neighbor working at the DeYoung! That made my day/week/year. He actually showed me more details in the exhibits, it was jaw dropping his presence, just being there looking at him tell me about all that has been happening in his life since his family and him moved away years ago. I helped save his house I believe, years ago, typed up a note for him for a communication, sat in his tiny house attic, children all over the house. I even was there the time of his mom’s passing at his house, everyone coming by bringing food. I want to say more yet the feeling I can only convey is the feeling and emotion seeing into another person’s life on a deeper soulful level, only overwhelming if you try to hold on, you can only keep on taking it all in. I saw a lot, more than the art, or was it the art that prepared me? Observe, observe, then experience in real life!

Time of holiday

Day off together, Nick and me. Firstly a morning walk in the final mists of the night rain dissolving to buy a few more items for the kitchen and tummy. Nick made waffles in his new iron he had cast. Learning, perfecting, yummy buckwheat results.

Check out the TV, T day parade, football crash and start over plays, funny TV shows, mostly a NOVA about multiple universes and then a solar built vehicle race in Australia. Semi nap on the couch, cat in bliss curled up and off for another walk. The light changed as we headed in to North Berkeley.

 

 

Small tears

Small tragedies – they are here, ripple effect on the senses – some gather over time. Presentations appear.

if tears could melt the fire, could they?

I suppose I would rather go downhill – yes for the ride – the bottom has walls.

If I can find a vein river of mother’s tears to ride along now.

Earth’s embrace on littleness creations.

The one there with carbon steel, petrified hair, standing on road turds – flattened to fly on, leaving all behind.