words trailing after the laundry
ideas scrubbed, drained away
thoughts drowned in wash water ~ energy to gather all the loose ends only enough to pen this poem, while gratitude for home and hearth comes easily.
“A blocked path also offers guidance.”
~ Mason Cooley, American writer
(1927 - 2002)
Words danced back and forth
over coffee mugs and sandwiches
Solutions? Of course!
“Talk between women friends is always therapy…”
~ Jayne Anne Phillips, author
I had the dough. Pizza dough, in fact. The kind you get in the refrigerated section in the grocery store. The dough, compressed in the little ultramarine blue tube, waited for me to make pizza. Every time I opened the fridge door, it seemed to stare accusingly at me. Yesterday, I decided enough was enough. I didn’t have the ingredients for a pizza, but dough is dough. Right? Not quite. Stiff and unyielding, I did manage to make several small rolls, but they didn’t cooperate. Not soft and fluffy. Dense and when I tasted one, too salty!! What to do, what to do? Crackers. I’ve wanted to make my own crackers for a long time, so bread knife in hand, I sliced them all up. Into a slow oven for about an hour, they crisped up beautifully, the white bread turned caramel brown. Although still too salty, a little cracker worked nicely with cream cheese and a little marmalade!
“The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking
you’ve got to have a what-the-hell attitude.”
~ Julia Child
p.s. - Julia's quotation is one I’ve used often and will probably use it again.
to shape and mold,
to stroke a sick child’s brow,
to dig deep into the earth,
to stitch and sew
~ all our hands do each day.
hard working hands roughened with little scars from cuts, burns and scrapes show a life lived in circumstance softened with lotions and age while they continue
their work with life as it is.
“The future was, very literally, in their own hands.”
~ Arthur Charles Clarke, 2001 Space Odyssey
Tiny raindrops rippled the calm surface of muddied snow melt, softened upside down trees ~ an odd sort of beauty from gray skies.
“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.”
~ Confucius
no reason to look to the sun while avoiding running snow puddles yet blue sky calls to me ~ not happy chirping birds in the trees or busy curious squirrels on roof tops ~ merely the warming sun in the notch of branches patiently awaiting spring
“The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.”
~ Blaise Pascal
Oscar night. My evening has been pleasantly occupied by this sparkling show of creativity. It’s glittering night for an over the top celebration of this years movie, the movie stars. When we are watching a movie, we only see the final cuts for the screen. Polished and edited. The Oscars that are awarded to those behind the scene, hard working people are equally, if not more important, because they design and build, they create fantastic make up and elaborate costumes, they skillfully shoot the scenes, edit the scenes, skillfully use state of the art technology to create the stories that we see on any movie screen. I salute them all for their hard work. Unfortunately, the pay equity leaves a lot to be desired!
So much has been said over the years about the host, the Oscars themselves, the glitz and I’m sure there is truth to back up the complaints. Besides those judgments, I am so very pleased to see the casts and crews honoured for a job well done.
“My philosophy is that the people around us are there doing as much work
if not more work behind the scenes and they’re the last people
you would ever be unkind to so I hope I’m not a diva off stage.”
~ Renee Fleming
