goodbye. it was absolutely awe inspiring, healing, and just a plain dang good thing. the very thing I needed, at the precise moment i needed it.
again for the briefest of moments, I second guess my directions as I broach this narrow dirt road in my departure.
Ahhhh. Red meat how I’ve missed you! The mushrooms and risotto were fabulous. My red meat…well, how do I politely say this? No way. Trust me this isn’t gonna be pretty or polite. I am a Texas carnivore and I expect my cow to xxxxxxx (original content edited to protect my veggie friends). Perhaps this was a Connecticut medium rare? The balsamic drizzle sorta saved it and i am still too timid to return a well done steak when medium rare was ordered…seems wasteful and it makes me uncomfortable to send something back and then actually attempt to enjoy what they do send out (dysfunction i am sure). Bob the chef would be proud of the balsamic drizzle attempted recovery. To top it off, the waiter was wonderful and, perhaps, almost, barely, just 15 (no facial hair yet). He had that borderline still thin and small boned boy look, not quit teen-man yet. He’ll do well at whatever he tackles. It’s just obvious by his disposition, attentiveness, intelligent eyes and smile. I hope life is good right back to him; i think it will be. I liked my waiter so that probably really saved the meal and his rec of the tomato risotto. Of course the setting was beautiful on an old front porch protected from the light rain that brought a coolness to my evening (and a diverted plane and overnighter for my Dad in the Dulles airport) Ohhh, I am so full.
“chatty Kathy” moment edited away (mostly) for self respect purposes…if you didn’t see it, too bad. it happens often with my blog and then it’s gone.
Closing thought that opened my morning with some words from Thomas Keating that i have been pondering.
love can release another the obligations of indebtedness from a wounding, love holds nothing against another, but love cannot penetrate the presumption of pride. The false self does not want to be transformed. It wants to hide everything negative about itself and pretend it can run our lives or someone else’s.
there are so many ways to think about this text, this idea, to understand it and learn from it. i will try.
Now I am done with my “chatty” Kathy moment…for the moment.0