'Till only the bones of truth remain'
I hope pretty blue skies are in your horizon, and you feel like singing <3
Reading corner
Find the poets
by Tishani Doshi
(...)
Find the poets, my friend said.
They will not speak of the things you and I speak about.
They will not speak of economic integration
or fiscal consolidation.
They could not tell you anything about the burden of adjustment.
But they could sit you down
and tell you how poems are born in silence
and sometimes, in moments of great noise,
of how they arrive like the rain,
unexpectedly cracking open the sky.
They will talk of love, of course,
as if it were the only thing that mattered,
about chestnut trees and mountain tops,
and how much they miss their dead fathers.
They will talk as they have been talking
for centuries, about holding the throat of life,
till all the sunsets and lies are choked out,
till only the bones of truth remain.
The poets, my friend, are where they have always been—
living in paper houses without countries,
along rivers and in forests that are disappearing.
And while you and I go on with life
remembering and forgetting,
the poets remain: singing, singing.
Source: From Girls are Coming out of the Woods;
online link: https://www.lyrikline.org/en/poems/find-poets-11341
Healing notes
During the course of a work day, I discovered some of my well-guarded emotions surface (should the word be resurface?). We were working on some questions and I realised I was uncomfortable answering them. Do you like your face? It seemed like a straight enough question but the answer felt so distant to me. Months of not looking in the mirror. Refusal to take photographs of myself. A shame of some kind. Some days when it felt a bit less hard I would take a snap and quickly delete it; other days I would not delete it because it felt a bit more like it belonged to only me. I don't acknowledge it, even to myself - till friends and well wishers joke about the change in 'self care' and the inability to do 'certain' things.
As the question stared back at me, I couldn't find an answer. I lied. Ya, I do like it.
The lie is okay.
The not liking the face is okay, too.
I wish sometimes I didn't have to repeat it to convince myself. Especially right now when you are surrounded by language of self-love. Bombarded by almost.
These months have been a lot of time renegotiating my relationship with myself. The ground is shaky but I do have faith.
No feeling is final.
Food experiments
One of the things I enjoy making a lot of course is pasta. It is such an easy and quick whip up. It is all about finding that perfect gluten free pasta blend that suits the taste buds. I am either not very picky, or I found many suitable varieties.
White sauce pasta
Milk of choice (I use coconut milk/lactose free milk)
Flour - I use buckwheat (can use rice flour)
Gluten free pasta (NutraHi Pasta/ Voila Pasta/ Naturally Yours/ NutriBucket - all make wonderful pasta)
Veggies - LOTS of it. Below are my favourites
Mushrooms
Capsicums
Onions
Tomatoes
Baby corn/ corn
Eggs
If you want - sausages
Begin by boiling water with some olive oil and salt. Add the pasta into it. You will be able to tell by checking the taste or touching it, if it is done. Keep a close eye, it gets done pretty quickly. Drain water. Keep aside.
Mix the milk (lactose free) and flour in a vessel. Add salt and pepper. Keep aside.
Now cook all the veggies and the eggs. I usually start with the eggs. Scramble them and make my way to all the veggies. Finally add the milk (lactose free) mixture. Garnish more if need be with salt.
Finally add the gluten free pasta. And yum yum yum!
It took me a while I think to get used to the taste but now I am in love :) Happy cooking!
Dear you,
There is so much to discover out here in the world and sometimes I get tied down with the gloom. I hope you are feeling a lot of good things and warmth comes pouring out of you. <3
Love, kindness and warmth,
Nidsitis
'I’ve been circling for thousands of years and I still don’t know: Am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?' - Rainer Maria Rilke