How to think of this as an exhortation is a grammatical puzzle.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
To make room to plant seeds and seedlings of the cool weather greens, today I pulled most of the kale that overwintered. I’m not quite sure how it survived even the visitation of the polar vortices, but my garden is its own private mystery.
Uma’s not sure whether the kale is any good, but it is actually neither too bitter, nor too tough to be edible, though it will need to be picked over well and would be best cooked thoroughly.
To go with the kale, keeping in mind the next wintry front coming through, I am soaking chickpeas overnight. Tomorrow I will braise the kale with wine, garlic, rosemary, and onions, and then stew it together with the chickpeas. The combination of braising and stewing will make tenderize the kale, but still keep it flavorful.
With what I planted new today, the next time it is feeling spring-like, there should be some tender new greens to pick and taste.
This morning, when the timer went off, I was so deep into a train of thought, it took me a moment to realize I had been sitting to meditate. It’s a practice.
Into the dark.
I brought this simple murti the first night after my arrival in India in December 2011. I made the mala she is wearing some time later.
Fostering creativity and wisdom as she does, she sits over my desk for inspiration.
