In the Kitchen Chapel

In the Kitchen Chapel I stood in the middle of a kitchen filledwith rhythms and rites and texturesthat soothe like prayer does.Rising like incense from a thurible panfull of chilis and smoked paprika,onions and garlic and grace and a couple of shallots.A small dice with a sharp knife, a blessing sought,a scrape toward a surface…

Upon my hands

It was a beautiful beginning to my day… time at the Farmer’s Market; coffee and breakfast by the sea; pen and paper and time; and the joy of an inspiring cool breeze moving through the kitchen. Can’t begin to describe the good that this sort of thing does for me… Upon my hands My cupped…