... Because everything I learned about living a good life, I learned in my kitchen.

I won't always show you recipes, because I don't measure. You can't really measure life, so how can I teach you that?

On our journey I will share stories of self-reflection as we cook and reminisce. The kitchen remains to be my "hall of epiphanies" . Stay with me as we explore the depths of our cooking pots, and of our soul...



Tuesday, October 8, 2013

The Lonesome Bride...

When you wake up in the habit of praying every morning, you sometimes wake up amidst conversations with God.  Most of the time, I express gratitude.  Sometimes, I wake up asking why.  This morning, I woke up mid-thought, declaring that it would be a better day.

It's funny, really. Things are better than they have been in a really long time. The thing is this, sometimes when we get what we pray for it's terrifying.  You see, I know how to lose things.  I learned how to let go.  I learned how to grieve in peace.

What, then?  What do we do when we get a glimpse of happiness and joy approaching around the corner?  It sometimes means that you are about to succumb to trust.  Trust in another.  Trust that your joy will not be short-lived or based on false pretense.

My parents always said, "This too shall pass".  They meant that the rough times will soon pass and that things will get better.  Somehow I taught myself to hear it differently.  I taught myself that when I start to feel joy, that too will pass. It's life.  It's a fact.  I'm not being negative.  I'm being real. Everything ends.  Pain ends, joy ends.  Right?

Or is that a cowardly view of what we are meant to pursue in this life?  Joy and peace.

I've learned that both are within each of us.  We spend a lifetime pursuing happiness in another, when really it's inside us the whole time.  Why then would we, do we, need another.?  I don't know why, but I do know how it feels to crave for human communion with another.  A level of intimacy that surpasses anything that is worldly.

This morning, in my drive in to work, a procession of tall and regal oaks adorned the road.  They were dressed in their most elegant autumn attire shining brightly in hues of red, greens and gold.  They stood tall and proud as one would stand about to welcome a bride to the altar.

And then I remembered the lonesome bride, dressed all in white that was about to grace us with her divine presence.  Winter was approaching dressed in her gown of diamonds and snow, and I wondered what mysteries she is about to reveal....

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