Finally, a cool breeze passing through my window, with the scent of
rain that is sure to follow and a motion picture of leaves blowing in
the wind projected on my wall that mother nature has seemed fit not to
charge me for. The solitude of the night is an interesting thing. It's
like the calm before the storm. Perhaps that's why I find it hard to
sleep lately. I am trying to embrace this calm, feel it, take it in me
and never let it go... perhaps to have some calm for myself before the
craziness starts all over again. A little sliver of quite to reflect,
a moment to collect my thoughts and feelings, an instant to breathe
and remember why I do this. Maybe tonight, instead of just dreaming
old dreams, I will dream new ones.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Fire Burn
Today was the first outdoor grilling adventure I've had since I moved back to Brooklyn. My roommate had some fire wood, so we put it in the little charcoal grill we have and lit it up. 5 minutes later, we had a mini bonfire and we both just sat around watching the flames. There is something mystical in watching fire burn. The way the flames dance and stagger, the colors of the flames. It becomes an immediate gateway to meditation. Watching the flames always seems to bring me into oneness with my surroundings. There is no time. There is no cold weather. There is no stress, no hurry, no to-do lists. There is just me and the flames, dancing for my amusement, as if I had some inkling of control over them. There is definitely a respect there though. Its like playing with a friendly snake. There is a chance it might turn on you, but if you take care and respect it, great enjoyment can be had. Fire: the first "television set". I guess that is partly why I became a cook. I get to play with fire. Sure, I've been burned, but that is just part of the learning process. How is it something so intangible can hold so much beauty?
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