Yesterday I said to "granmama" that hanging out with Zach looking at fish a good part of the day had me feeling I need to return to true vegetarianism. We certainly didn't have fish for dinner. Luckily, leftovers of lentil-feta salad were waiting at home in the frig.
Marlene said Zach personifies everything and she picked up the cup. "Talk Cup," she said, but the cup doesn't move, and my stomach is feeling a new sensitivity about what it ingests. I do try and eat with awareness, and I must admit to having a huge fondness for protein, protein that ran, swam or pecked, and now, translates to me.
Here is my morning poem for my small, wise friend.