if you wait, the pickled peppers might go bad.
if someone gives you a gift, open it
use it up
delight in each pepper
savor the spicy zing on the tongue.
before eating – offer thanks, gather blessings
imagine their garden
the tending, the soil
imagine the rain, the sun, and all the Elementals involved in the creation of a plant-being
imagine the hands that tended to this pepper plant
these hands that you know
the one that you love
the one that gave you this jar of pickled peppers
because they know you love them
don’t wait to eat them
every Wednesday, i support the tending of a house & the people, the home of some Elders.
this job, these people
have been my anchors.
since 2009, every Wednesday
(barring retreats, visits to family, & the month i was out when i injured my back in 2012)
every Wednesday this place, these people have been my destination, my North Pole.
from a string of boyfriends, through various places of living, & a number of farming situations
since 2009 they have been my one constant.
Anchor: any device used in the manner of an anchor to hold a boat in place…. a reliable support…. a source of confidence that serves to hold an object firmly
i need this
i am drifty
finding love here & there – a place, a person, a job
so easy to fall in love
but these Elders, this place, on Wednesdays has held me tight
even when i want to leave, to run…
but i stay.
i love them.
they love Blue Hubbard squash.
the first year i farmed on my own it was a bumper crop for Winter squash.
hundreds of pounds
but no place to put them.
so they let me put all of them in their upstairs bedroom
the great Blue Hubbard – easily over 25 pounds – sat like an emperor on a low table
this year i planted no Winter squash
but found a Blue Hubbard and with the remembering of the pickled peppers
decided to not wait any longer to cook it up
(well, part of it)
made to share
who are your anchors?
what would you want to say to the ones you appreciate?
who are the people that have made a difference in your life?
what would you share with them if you allowed your heart to speak?
what would you want to let them know
if you let your heart speak it’s appreciations?
do you have a dream in your heart?
a longing that has been there forever?
a way of life you want to live?
would you dare speak your heart to the one that causes it to beat a little faster?
even though you might feel like a prize fool after?
gather up your courage
and speak from your heart.
open the jar of pickled peppers
make the soup from the Hubbard you’ve been saving
let The Ones know how your heart feels about them
and the ways they have shaped the life of your life.