Black November air
oozes across the pine board floor,
cold molasses being poured.
Shadows of craggy oak twigs
gnaw the walls for flaws.
The moon cannot escape,
so peers helplessly
from her thin blue ark.
His cries are swallowed whole
by the feather comforter
weighted on his chest.
The room is silent.
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This is my homey blog, where I can share recipes I create during fits of domestic crativity, along with wines I find delicious. I’ll also blab about decorating, gardening and how much I loathe cleaning my house. (but love it when it’s clean!)
I love to eat. Food is a heavenly joy which is WAY overlooked in modern society. We think fancy food is for snobs and fat people. But the opposite psychology is what make eating tasty food good for your health and spirit. Most Americans, for example, use food as a drug. We’ve been encouraged to do this by the fast food culture, which feeds us the most addictive substances possible, aside from tobacco and heroin. Salt and Fat and Sugar are addictive, yes. But when food is balanced in flavor, including reasonable amounts of those addictive substances, it creates a harmonious experience for us which is TRULY satisfying. It feeds our soul instead of just our hunger.
But I hate overeating. I don’t know how people do it.
I love to cook! Yet I hardly ever use a cookbook. I’ve learned the basic structure and chemistry of cooking over the years, and of course I’ve used cookbooks a lot. But these days, I prefer to create something off the top of my head most of the time. Often it involved opening the fridge and using what is there.
I’ll be posting a lot of my creative recipes here. I hope you’ll share yours with me.
May Sarton was a poet and writer. This soulful advice applies to any life, where we often wonder if our good deeds and intentions are received.
May Sarton’s quote sums up the ideal spirit of the artist, or creative blogger, who, though they may not be recognized for the level of depth they feel and intuit about humanity or spirit or life, the communion with others is a given. They must trust that somewhere, someone is soaking up the intended beauty, no matter how remote or unrefined or inaccessible. In other words, create for its own sake and let it go.
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