A Bowl of Incense and a Spoon With the good knife rescuedfrom a thrift store pegboard,The soup pot thurible is readyto incense the kitchen chapel.halve the onion, slice from the root,cross cut into a small dice.I settle my senses into thiswelcome ritual of prayer and blessing.Garlic: three cloves or four, depending,mashed into a paste with…
Tag: Senses
Stained-Glass Verse
There are days when I breathe deepest within the cradle of sensory input…When I need to push against something that already is in order to make space for what I am feeling or thinking. Coffeeshops are often perfect for that…it is indifferent input, asking nothing of me, not requiring response and not interrupting…just a steady…
A Tendency toward Awe
A tendency toward awe. It is something I have known since childhood—and something I shared aloud before I had full grasp of both recording it on a page and how to moderate my offerings. My father regularly enjoyed recalling a family trip from Ohio to North Carolina where, apparently, I chattered nearly non-stop about everything…
A Psalm of Vinegar and Molasses
A Psalm of Vinegar and Molasses How wondrous are your flavours,oh Lord of balance and surprise; How wondrous to spend time within the intimacy that is cutting board and quiet;that is the scent of toasting seedsand the crack of release when they are pressed against the grain, leaving for history an echoing amenbefore being pinched up to dustthe glory…
The Marvel of Malus domestica
A delight of mine for the last while is a return to the local farmers market that had been my 7 AM go-to every Saturday. Like everything else, the experience is now different—no lingering, little in the way of coffee, fewer vendors, etc. However, a meander through continues to be a source of culinary inspiration…
Consider the Lilies 