Sunday, April 30, 2017


for my foreign correspondents:
Yeah I took my day of leisure and went through the sacred ritual, cuz that's how we roll. Also put doughs on hold in the cooler.

This morning's sequential bakes yielded very different results - kitchen lab notes will follow with some images, perhaps.  And I read a book from one who claims not to be a writer, but a story-teller.  How true this is - laughter and tears during the morning bake, between bouts of prep and cleanup.  Going to hear some early music this afternoon.  In this region, some of the most vibrant performances are in that genre.

Need to get back to editing the material gathered by others.  Creating cohesion has been left in my hands.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Sunday, April 16, 2017


Recovery occurs when the burdens are lifted.  Or does one rise above the burden.  Are troubles lifted or does one find the orbital energy needed to escape from and break the bonds.

Some people are set and determined to be martyrs or victims.  Don't let them injure you when you sit alongside quietly.  Comes a time when it's best to leave them to gnaw at themselves.  Of course, they would be most receptive to you, when you take special notice of them.  Do they see the trail of others you tended to and moved away from once they asked more from you?

Despite the malleable state of emotions, they always come into their own.  It's a wonder to watch, especially as they share their blossoming with you.  Once they open, though, the mystery becomes mundane and ordinary.  Time to move on.

Saturday, April 15, 2017


He considered leaving everything he had to start anew.  The vision was so rosy and clear at the time.

A few years later, a major commitment fell away and he cast his cards in the air and a few fluttered to opportunities on another continent.  He pursued them while he notified the domestics that he was prepared to move away.

And now another rare opportunity has arisen.  This one to pursue an area of interest, not of his vocation or formal training.

He never asked for any of these - they offered themselves - he was emphatic about this.  Will anything move him from where he became comfortable?  Not likely.  He found that he could depart and return without ever leaving his chair.

Monday, April 10, 2017


Silence between one sound and another.
A soak between events.
The room experienced.
A charming gap.
Growth of a garden from winter's barren chill to lush warmth of a false spring.
Leaps from the known to free-fall plunges.
A breath taken between obligations.
The hole punched in the night sky.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Fools' Day

A few of us were rehearsed through the program, and when the leader departed for another place I ran through the routine with the dance and sung phrases and got stuck in so many places.  I had not mastered the material. The leader came back with a knowing look in her eyes and ran each of us through the routine, individually.  I was in the middle of the lineup and performed worse than I expected.

My former partner came close to me and told me to hug her before she departed.  I stood behind her and wrapped my right arm around her body while my left arm was entangled in a cord.  She weightlessly stayed with me, and when I needed to use my right arm I kept it around her, refusing to let her go, while I received surprised looks from the group.

“Can I call you at this number?” she asked, and she showed me the 5xx-5xx-xxx9 number, I looked at the black rotary phone near the table and saw it had the same number so I agreed, then I released her and she dissolved, smiling as she disappeared.

The older one came in and said she had to tell me something.  We stood, forehead to forehead and she intuited, without words, that she was ejected from the place.  I was shocked.  “Who forbade you to enter?” She uttered a highly unlikely name, or I could have mis-heard it.  She blustered with her egoistic flair as she began to depart, and I was shocked and sad to see her go.  Regardless of her behavior, I felt that her departure signaled the demise of the place.  I hung my head as I joined another iteration of the routine, and although my mind was elsewhere, I performed without a hitch.

As the group left the room I picked up dirty clothes left behind by the two who departed.  I bid them good riddance as I resented picking up after them again.  This would be the last bittersweet favor for them.

Can you please stop the noise, I am trying to sleep.  I am exhausted.