Heart Happy (cathy_edgett) wrote,
Heart Happy
cathy_edgett

Food as Fuel!

Have I mentioned it is cold here?  Okay, not to those of you who live back east, and in the midwest, and in Alaska, but our houses tend not to be well-insulated, and it is cold, as in way below freezing.

I can't bare to turn my heat too high, so my house is not exactly comfortable though I'm wearing layers of wool.  What I realized as lunch-time approached is that I needed to eat not because it was time, or it sounded fun, or my imagination was at work, but because my body needed fuel.  I am a furnace, a machine, so I just enjoyed a bowl of turkey chili and added cheddar cheese and sour cream, and it all felt necessary and right.

To continue, my posts on this subject of allowing death a landing of grace, I give you a "death poem" which I will explain in the next post.

my obituary -
let it read:
loved poems, ate persimmons.

Shiki (19 century Japanese haiku poet
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