December 1st, 2014

Bob's bird in flight

December Morning -

It is the first day of December.  I love December, though the wonders of November were also pure delight.  I've settled into a peacefulness I've never known before.  Peace Full Ness - I think of a ness/nest filled with peace.  We've had rain, real rain, the kind you hear, and right now the trees are holding drops on their branches like crystal balls.  The world is born anew.

I am with these words:


Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore.


Naomi Shihab Nye from her poem "Kindness"
Bald Eagle

Courage

I love the book Dr. Zhivago.  Here are some words by Boris Pasternak.


How much courage is needed
to play forever,
as the ravines play,
as the river plays.


- Boris Pasternak
Alexander Calder's Kitchen!

Computers and Cooking -

I have spent a great deal of time yesterday and today trying to be up-to-date with my computer.  It is December 1st and I found myself thinking each morning I would make my own Advent calendar with a post of serenity, a post to honor the season of glow, radiance, and celebration of dark and light.

Today's Advent post is this:  Cook.

I was feeling extremely frustrated with all this computer "stuff" and then I pulled out the wonderful turkey stock that simmered luxuriously for two days, and chopped and then, sauteed onion, celery, and carrots in butter, and added them, along with turkey and pasta, and salt and pepper.  I was enveloped in texture, smell, movement, and taste.  I am now filled with nourishing soup.  Cooking is, in my opinion, at least in this moment, the antidote for all.