Looking for a man who enjoys drinking O.J. straight from the container, loves to find change at the bottom of the washer, knows the reason why dry wine is wet and who invented the kiss. He must have a quick-witted mouthful of sarcasm, enjoy caffeine at a spiritual level, and can stay up all night watching movies. On the spur of the moment, he will know the definition of cacophony and mellifluous and can whip up a batch of mashed potatoes. He can recite at least one love poem by heart and has read the Lotus Sutra. He believes in Santa Claus, anniversaries, holding hands and fireflies. He requires the understanding that there are days that breakfast is served at dinner, days we never shed our pajamas, and that at times I spend whole afternoons reading in the bathtub or perfecting the playlists on my iPod. He needs to have an inexhaustible supply of fine point pens, be thought provoking, and own a passport and a yoga mat.
May 30, 2008
May 14, 2008
my mother’s day
i live in a pretty secluded area. it’s like mayberry and i love it. i know the people at the post office where you have to go to collect your mail. i run into people i know from the little UU church i attend. we leave the keys in the car and don’t lock the doors at night. it’s that kind of place. i’ve lived in cities for the last 15 years- so this was an adjustment, but one i made pretty easily. when i go to a city now, the first few minutes can be an adjustment- it’s alot of energy to take in….
last thursday i took the train to boston and then the T to Quincy [i love good public transportation]. I was walking down Hancock Street and a woman in a car is screaming at her elderly mother in the back seat- insisting that she close the door. then she yells at me to come and close the door for her. my first reaction was to keep walking- just get away from the situation as fast as possible. but i didn’t. i walked over to the car and i told the screaming woman that i would close the door for her if she stopped yelling… this clearly took her by surpirse. she started to yell and curse at me and i opened the passenger door and sat down in the seat. i looked her in the eye and said ‘i know you’re frustrated, i’m sorry for that, but this is your mother back there, she’s a person.’ the woman quickly calmed down and even got a little weepy. i got out and moved towards the back seat, buckled her mother in and closed the door. as i bent down to look through the passenger window the woman stuck her hand out and said ‘thanks’ I just squeezed her hand and nodded. there was nothing more to say.
everything i know told me i should have just walked away. but everything i didn’t know had me do what i did. my mother’s day gift was that moment when that angry woman remembered who she was and who her mother was. it’s all right there below the chaos and the anger and the fear. the brilliant, perfect human being- whole and complete and full of joy. we just forgot. i know i do all of the time. but that day i remembered.
May 6, 2008
32 flavors and then some…
1. Vanilla
2. 1992 Chateau Latour Bordeaux
3. Grass
4. Balinese sea salt
5. Tupelo honey
6. Skin
7. French tarragon
8. Crème brulee
9. Balsamic vinegar
10. Coffee ice cream
11. Jalapeno
12. Heirloom tomato
13. A kiss
14. Chantrelles
15. Pomegranate
16. Seaweed
17. Rose
18. Charcoal
19. Twig tea
20. Sea shore
21. Lemon verbena
22. Buttermilk
23. Toasted sesame oil
24. Brown rice
25. Maple syrup (the real stuff)
26. Parisian chocolate
27. Sandalwood
28. Quince
29. Violet
30. Sencha
31. Port
32. A mystery
