Days of darkness are counted (and I expect a low number)

For years — decades — I have often loved the intensity which is often entailed in dark coffee, dark cigars, even the darkness in the struggle which is said to teach the individual how to succeed and grow in life. It seems, though that some of the dark things in life can be put aside.

Two Blueberry-Basil Cornbread ends — one end is the end, another end is the beginning

For the first time, today I decided to put the small piece left from the last baked bread on a plate for breakfast, as well as the first slice of the newly baked one. Not a large breakfast. Just the conscientious mindset, wanting to enjoy freshness, without discarding of the not so fresh. These are… Continue reading Two Blueberry-Basil Cornbread ends — one end is the end, another end is the beginning

Repetition is a form of change

The past, and the next second, the experience, and the hunger, joy, and its intermittent absence, everything, everything seems to be the resilience which demands repetition, not to preserve life but to live it — in composed sounds, in uttered words and their placement, in the gentle push to invest mind, spirit, and flesh, even… Continue reading Repetition is a form of change