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I went for a long walk this evening
Trying to find a tree similar to one I saw this afternoon up in Oswego, NY
The solitude was nice.
There was a sweet moment of acknowledgement between myself & a father walking with his young son – as we passed in opposite directions, the child said something funny & I laughed & so did the father
3 seconds of eyes meeting & that was all.
Felt good to just settle into movement & senses
Because not five minutes into a walk on a cliff overlooking Lake Ontario this afternoon
I hear a man’s voice asking me a question as I’m looking closer at a tombstone
And say: yes
My short answer to your question is my polite attempt to let you know that I’m not interested in having a conversation.
“Did you know him”
My short answer to your other question is my second attempt to let you know that I’m not interested in having a conversation.
All due respect to local traditions, but my backing away from you is a not-so-polite way to let you know that I’m seriously not interested in hearing more about you and your friend sleeping on a grave of one of the soldiers buried here.
And then, “do you speak English?”
Yes (still backing away)
I wanted to feel the water of this Great Lake
Wanted to see it’s natural rock line
But there was fencing
So I crawled through it
(This is the view on the narrow strip of land between the lake & the fence, aforementioned cemetery just beyond)
There was a steep slope of that same crushed stone used under the railroad ties
I didn’t dare not being able to scramble back up, OR being caught
I didn’t stay long
Just long enough to hear the waves
The smell of creosote was strong from the new railroad ties
(Backpack set there to show scale)
It must have witnessed so much in its long lifetime
There were many scattered about under the canopy & it’s kinda sticky.
I had to get back home, otherwise I would have tried to find a shoreline with public access.
Perhaps another time.
So here’s a gratuitous image of Genuine kitty in her cozy new sleeping spot
Wishing all a peaceful night.
Blessings on the Ancients.
say THAT three times fast…
So… This past weekend
I attended a friend’s Easter gathering
It was potluck – there were about 30 people there
(Hello, weak social muscles… Ready for a workout?)
I brought local root vegetables – roasted with herbs
…really liking the idea of last season’s vegetables at their tail end being transformed and offered at a joy-occasion
Like winter turning into spring…
I found myself inspired to bring a desert
At the grocery store in late March I always wander down the seasonal aisle
And find glee rising up when seeing all the bright colors & holiday animals & Peeps!
These are some of the two dozen gluten-free, vegan carrot cake cupcakes cooling near the window in the kitchen
It was a new recipe – a Gooder it turns out – and they were really fun to assemble
I’ve never made fancy cupcakes before and now I have a sense of the whole cupcake craze.
(Is that even still a thing?)
The frosting was colored to a pale green with vegetable dye food coloring
Brought me back to pre-school & playing with food coloring-dyed water & glass funnels
Fun fun fun
It was my Papa’s yortzeit that day, and this is his & Yaya’s platter, and we used to celebrate Passover at their home every year, so I felt like they were, in a way, with me…
Pink sprinkles (veggie dye) as flowers…
Only 20 fit on the tray
The remaining four would go straight into the freezer for another day
Okay, I know, Peeps are not vegan.
But they are easily taken off the cupcake & handed over to a carnivorous person
It was surprising to find that raw cacao nibs smell like a dairy barn
But it was only fitting since the gathering was at a dairy farm
And the cacao nibs represented the bunny poop.
If there’s a next time, though, I’ll use dark chocolate chips – they are sweeter.
Let me know if you want the recipe for the cupcakes &/or frosting.
there is much to love about this retreat.
something that keeps returning is the teaching about rice
“it’s all rice. you can eat all of it.”
meaning that no matter what occurs, no matter what comes up, it’s all food for practice.
i get to watch
with as much kindness as possible
(and i get to watch when there’s the opposite of kindness, too)
no matter what is going on or coming up or unfolding.
all of the weathers.
take the person i mentioned before leaving
someone i met last year
where the feeling of love arises in me
so, i get to watch all of the stories
the multitude of ways i try to control in my mind…
there’s the t.v. channel of future – drama edition (lots of twists and turns)
the t.v. channel of future – comedy edition (wacky mishaps & mayhem)
the t.v. channel of future – romance edition (yeah, baby)
and then, if i’m paying attention, i get to drop the story.
just like that.
this mind – holy crap it’s busy.
one day while washing the dishes
i saw that even the stories i tell myself, the ones where “i don’t get what i want”, you know, the tragedies (full of sadness & disappointment)
even those are a sort of attempt to control an outcome –
(not to mention missing each moment with the pot…)
this mind telling stories is an attempt at trying to control my feelings
which, for whatever reason, i try to manage or avoid, as much as possible.
it’s such an old habit
(stuff a dragon in a small box, anyone?)
the thing is
turns out, i’ve just come to know that i don’t really want to control the outcome of things.
my view is limited.
and omigosh it would be boring.
my stories are so predictable now.
like some tragic sitcom writer in a rut.
an image came
of two great gods
napping in some gorgeous sky-meadow
and here on earth, squeaking my little story (whichever edition…)
one of them snorts, still half-asleep
“did you hear something?”
the other, rolling over, and letting out a fart
“naaaah, go back to sleep”