If you go here, and type into the box any word that you will spark, reflection; connection, isolation; violence: these were the first words that came to my mind you will see, dear reader, what I think is a representation of what we are all meant to be for one another: when sometimes words are just that; and yet again, they are entirely something more.
Yesterday, at the farmers' market, I saw lovely cheddar-colored cauliflowers, dusky dark leaves intact, furled. I thought instantly of my friends at Jugalbandi. So after a day of connections with family and friends, near and far, I set to making a simple subzi of golden cauliflowers, new red potatoes, and dark green leaves.
It's these simple little things that matter so much, that call out I'm glad to be here.
Thank you, dear reader, for all the good that you do in this world.
I'm glad you're here too.
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I typed in "friend."
:)
I'll take a hotdog please. ;)
Swampy, dear, how perfect!
I have been thinking in rather baroque ways lately, haven't I?
*neroli breathes in*
*neroli breathes out*
:)
Captain, what do you want on top of that hot dog?
Name it, and it's yours ;)
(---no, it wouldn't be a *tofu pup* either. Some things just shouldn't be messed with!)
Back in the day, loved myself some chili, onion, fries, mustard, and sauerkraut.
Beer optional, but gently encouraged.
yesterday, at the marathion that j ran, we saw a lady that had a bone marrow transplant for leukemia 16 years ago and is going strong. she's elderly, and runs marathons. it's called 'resilient'.
Dear Bee, with all your talents, you and Jai are a great source of admiration and encouragement to me and many others. Many thanks :).
I love this word, "resilient."
As I think about it, it's what I try to cultivate in the kiddos at school and at home.
It's what I visualize (being resilient like the ocean, like bamboo) when situations become urgent or problematic at work.
"Halo" was what I typed.
This one is fun too!
Excellent, Pel---thank you!
Snowy, as a teenager, acquired a turtle for a pet. The venerable creature still lives with us today.
His name?
Heisenberg the Uncertainty Turtle.
:)
I had to look that up- it wasn't covered in my high school physics class, but I think I have a grasp of it. Life is like that (from micro to macro all is connected), yet I am acquainted with people who still think that everything can be mapped out and scheduled from now until they depart this world- and they become quite displeased when obstacles cross their path and force them to veer aside. Me, I just sigh. When I get stuck at a red light I take the opportunity to admire the surrounding architecture... :-)
Amen!
I like to think about my cello strings.
Too tight or too loose---no matter; neither is what makes the cello speak with the beauty that only it can.
And boy, is it a bear when one breaks :- 0 !
Don't tell me you are still using horse-tail-hair and rosin!!! No wonder the strings break! :-) And that's so "last year"... I recommend stretched-out-spiral-notebook wire; trust me, you'll never go back! :-D
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(neroli having an "ah-ha!" moment!)
: D
Uh oh... (Pel begins to worry) :-D
*laughing*
I'm going back to type in
"foil pasties."
You make me laugh.
Everyone at my place is now asking, "Foil Pasties?"
I never get foil pasties with my mammogram.
I did it.
I think it froze up the machine.
Or maybe melted it.
Hilarious!
Oh my goodness, *how* *hilarious*!
Indeed... I want a pair! :-)
Well, when I go in this year for that particular ritual, I'll make certain that I ask the tech for a set (still in the wrapper ;)
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