Thursday, August 27, 2009

Thursday Mornings Sure Feel FIne..

Didn't post last night, as I got home late from a meeting and then a foray into the big grocery there in town. Needed apples and Good and Plentys. Yes. I needed licorice. And then I ate it until I wanted to puke. lol Somedays are just like that. This morning I feel a little hung over from all the sugar. When I used to have presents of the wonderful Kookaburra licorice lovingly sent me by a friend, it never made me sick. lol Now I can't find it anywhere...a lovely soft licorice, mmmmm....
I slept a little late and then puttered around a bit. I need to get some beans the crockpot. I've been hungry for beans lately...I think my pantry has several bags to choose from: Great Northerns, Pintos, and Black Beans. What I really want is Butter Beans..those big limas that melt in your mouth and taste so right piled on a slice of buttered whole grain bread in the bottom of a bowl, with chopped raw onion on top. And fresh ground black pepper. I seem to have a food obsession going on here. lol At my age, and at this point on my life, I find it amazing that I can have so much passion about something so primal. lol I just made a smoothie from 3 overripe bananas, a splash of half and half, a cup or so of water, a few ice cubes, some nutmeg and some Kashi Energy shake mix. It tastes delish! I'm blessed to live in a world where there are so many things right at my fingertips. Bananas, and nutmeg, for instance. And a blender. That works when I plug it in. A phone to be able to call and check on a sick friend. A computer that works (most of the time). A love for the planet I live on that keeps me thinking and mindful of my actions. And mostly for the body I've been given...a body that is resilient and healthy and capable of doing things like carrying me to the back yard to feed the chickens and check the garden for errant veggies and sweeping the back deck. For a body that houses a brain that can read and write and love. That can draw a little and write a little and understand and have empathy for other human beings. That can take simple steps that lead to grand epiphanies. It's the little things that all add up to all the big things. It's my Creator, the wind in the willows, the stars blazing across the night's fresh clean water and air that is breathable. I'm going to end this with a poem by Hafiz that I found when cleaning my desk this morning. It says it all for me:

Child Has known God.
Not the God of names,

Not the God of Don'ts

Not the God who ever does

Anything weird.

But the God who only knows four words

And keeps repeating them, saying: "Come, dance with me."




Queenneenee said...

You sound wonderful today! How often we forget the simple things in life. We sure do have a ton to be grateful for now don't we? Thanks for the reminder!

big Jenn said...

I'm lovin' that poem and thinking of having some beans for dinner. Hmmmm....jeNN

Ginnie said...

Living alone gives me the ability to eat what I want, when I want to ... and I love that. Your shake sounds yummy.
I just read your profile and see that we have a very similar taste in the books we read. (Also, I was 56 when I joined AA. )

Carol said...

Well said!

Prayer Girl said...

What a great note to end your blog on. Loved the poem.