Poetry, random thoughts

Giving Thanks

I was raised between the kitchen and dining room table, flitting between cutting board and stove. Learning the lessons of taste over the chopping of onion and garlic. The transmutation of anchovy into love as it melts into tomato sauce. The spoken prayer after sliding cookies into the oven. I know that the magic of the kitchen is a form of sacrifice and alchemy.

I do believe the kitchen table is where everything begins and ends. I am grateful each morning and evening, and if I am lucky, some afternoons in which I can break bread and share a meal with my loved ones. For me, there is nothing more healing than a meal with conversation, questions, and laughter.

As we head towards Thanksgiving, I want to share one of my favorite poems by our indigenous poet-musician and US Poet Laureate Joy Harjo. Her words have constantly fed me. May they nourish your spirit as well.

Blessings around the table to all.


10 seconds to Zen, random thoughts


In this period of life when we hustle and zip about, relationships can get lost in between the characters in our texts and pithy lines of social media prose.  Caught in the metal world of platinum, plastic and other types of alloys that I didn’t research to make this post, we are super saturated in heavy metal, and I only wish it was the musical genre.  I am not going to get pedantic and tell you to throw the devices away that you have grown to love for their ease of hurtling you towards the chaos of democratization so fast that you can’t tell the difference between truth or fiction.  At the end of the day, it probably doesn’t matter.

What does matter is that your soul is demanding some human play time.  Dolphins do it, dogs do it, and I found out today that ants do it.  They get together, they have play time.  It’s time to do things (madly) like water balloon fights when it is 100+ degrees outside.  You need this joyous physicality much more than the click-clack and whir of metal tech and the ever-evolving digi-sphere (a universe itself, to be sure).  Go on, the evening’s warm air is ready to take your hand, and bring you to the glee of your children’s eyes.  It will only take about 10 seconds to throw the balloon and see the dazzle of spray caught in the glow of dusk:: Zen.