I had not realized how bad it was, until today, I realized I could look at what Jane and I are doing, and eliminate easily what is unnecessary. It has been hard for me to discriminate in some way, and Jane has been choosing our bones for the book, though yesterday we hit a nerve, and are now working there. We did February 17th today, a very painful chemo day for me. Everything hurt that day, and I felt like Drano was pouring through my veins, and yet, what I came to was such gratitude for life. I was so grateful for the chance to live that I felt myself climbing jewels inside. Today, I feel the interface that each of us is, between what is outside and what is within. We choose foods and nourish, and we embody the memories of what we eat.
I wrote this poem on February 17.
I pick young Rosemary today
to layer with chicken, carrots,
garlic, potatoes -
The tendrils are soft curls.
They lie there,