Sunday, August 29, 2010

siren sunday morning


i am the sea
i wash the world
i create FREE
free to flow
free to crash
free to destroy
free to form into being
terrifying beauty, boldness,
peace
i am the ocean
i am the sea
i am she

Saturday, August 28, 2010

quirks to smile about Saturday

I woke up this morning and decided to make salsa. I had chopped 3 or 4 medium white onions two days ago and soaked them in the juice of 5 small squeezed lemons, pinch of sea salt, 3tsp cumin, dash of parsley and some paprika for kicks. This had been marinating in my fridge and begged for more.

This morning, in olive-green a-shirt and baggy, grey pajama pants- I wielded my weapon of choice with pleasure filled mastery. (One of those knives with curved top and tear-drop divets in the sharp end of the blade...I like to think of it as the Moby Dick of knives in my kitchen).

3 yellow, 3 red, and 1 green bell pepper: de-seed, slice and dice. Throw it in the bucket!
1 fresh jalapeno: slightly de-seeded, sliced, and diced. Throw it in the bucket!
2 mondo-normous gargantuan tomatoes: de-seed, slice, dice. You know the drill :)
1 bundle of leaf-picked and finely chopped cilantro- of course. helloooooo!

Now I am happily kissed in my nostrils and lungs by steeping, crisp salsa as I stir in finely chopped chives. Savoring the marriage of lemon, onion, and cumin pouring over each colorful bit of delic-itude. YESSSSSSSSSS! I! HAVE! MADE! SALSA!

I crash in more spices now! Cumin, cumin cumin! Paprika! Dry red pepper seeds! A wee bit of Dry, crushed coriander and sea salt for one fatty happy family. :)

As I stuff my happy fatty face with heaps of salsa on top of olive-oil grilled corn-tortillas I am remiss of garlic. This will be remedied tomorrow morning :)

Food like this makes my brain sexy.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

in case you are hurting wednesday


"You hurt as long as you want. You fucking scream at the fucking top of your fucking beautiful angry miserable hysterical lungs. You dance until your clothes burn off and the only thing left is your triumphant soul. You LOVE. LOVE EVERYTHING. LOVE EVERY ONE. Love your skin. Love your breath. Love your tastebuds. Love your sense of touch, your sense of smell. Love all that your eyes can take in and see beyond even that. Love the bleeding young woman inside of you. Love the all consuming fire that you are becoming. You are fire for me."

i wrote this to a dear friend and sister a lifetime ago. i want you to know i say it to you. man, woman, boy, girl, fellow-being. me, too.

i love you.