The Light of the Sukkah was almost a physical thing, alllmost. Zelda closed her eyes and raised her face up, feeling slivers of light on her eyelids & nose, whatever sun came through the narrow slats of the temporary roof. Meticulously constructed in thorough joy, meditative energy imbued in every step of the process, there was nothing- no, nothing like it. A little shift of wind & the strips of light danced on her eyelids. "Yes," she thought as she smiled "I could almost spread this on challah!" Her smile grew large enough to break her reverie, and her eyes opened. She glimpsed the men briefly, who were engrossed in the morning prayer. She raised her eyebrows to herself as she stretched, surprised at her relief at lack of responsibility, well, of that particular kind. Women didn't need to pray nearly as much as the men. She peered at them again, admiringly, and pulled her coffee to her lips. She felt much warmer just then; she also felt it was not attributable to that tiny sip. She wondered also if she was blushing, but didn't really care. She thought just then to dip her toes in the pool and resolved yes, to do it, but later. She breathed very deeply then, closing her eyes and catching the scent of tree branches overhead. She was happy. She held who she wanted to be.
Jimble hearty through, & please
Altogether land & trees
Hold as Holy, True, & One
The Loving Bond, all other Ones
Move together, rush to help
Don't forget you're living well
See each other, bright & true
You see, you're not the only you
Sweeten wounds & soften blows
All for better knowledge, though
All for what each one can do
To bring about the truest Brew.
FOR THOSE WHO DON'T LIKE BROCCOLI - How to eat a mountain of broccoli. A Public Service Announcement
I made this sauce as a part of a vegan meal recently. I decided it could could also work for vegetables only, & broccoli soaks it up & delivers it to tastebuds admirably. You can add more stuff, whatever you want, but remember if you add things that contain a lot of water (like bell peppers or round onions) you will need to add more of the other flavored as well.
1/2 cup vegetable broth
1/2 cup orange juice
1 1/2 tbsp rice vinegar
1 tbsp soy sauce
1/2 tbsp fresh ginger, grated (I put mine through a garlic press, worked out fine, chop it first)
1/8 tsp cayenne powder
Mix that all together & set aside
4 cups broccoli. Yeah, you heard me.
1 green pepper
1 bell pepper, your choice of color (or 2 halves)
1/2 medium white onion
1 bunch green onions (8 or so)
2 or 3 garlic cloves, through the garlic press with them, chop everything else coarsely, whatever bite size is for you.
Put the veggie mix in a pot with a bit of oil on the bottom, medium heat & cook for just a few minutes.
Mix 1 tbsp corn starch into the sauce mixture thoroughly, add to the pot & cook a few more minutes.
It goes really quickly after everything is prepped, and super tasty. I plan to add my usual favored options, bamboo & water chestnuts & see how that goes.
I adapted this recipe from one I found on the Gardein website: http://gardein.com , which is full of vegetarian recipes to use with their products.
Try it! Share if you love it. Have a beautiful week, month, year. 😀
Perhaps that big thunder has got your attention
My friends, a sweet feather is just as important
Put it on out, under guise of development
Cut & trim to the point it becomes an embellishment
Value the thunder for what it may bring you
Revisit that feather, it's drifting nearby too
Learning from feathers & learning from thunder
Everyone's somewhere, over inklings or under
Reaching out for each other, take care when embracing
Every bird on this project broken differently, pacing
Collectively love loving, respect for specifics
All of us worth it, we're our own metaphysics.
Pull it up on through the tough
Magician's flower out of fluff
Sleight of hand can run amok
Pop the bubble, win a duck
Running Spanish, eyes that cut
Give another life or bust
When another another loses trust
Brothers, sisters groan & cuss
When that car comes off the truck
Jump on in & don't get stuck
Shine the cluck who rides the stump
Hold your heart and point to Love
Pulling the pin is the easy part.
Ruling the skin & a breezy spark
Then mark up boundaries, a working chart
Carving out sailboats (our open hearts)
Graphing success is a loosened cart
Moving in place fills a poison dart
Breathing of space wakes a hardened heart
Loving your face grows our best head start
Estrella had stepped with her bare foot into the wet. The fresh blacktop had baked all day in the heat, and was still slightly warm in the summer rain despite the dark hour.
Now her own tears had quite bored her from the late afternoon onward, but that didn't stop them from forcing their way out, leaking sporadically in clumsy gobs between one task and another. Her whole household was asleep. The whole neighborhood was long past quiet. She could be with her own self now, truly, and she breathed the night. It quickened her step to a run, long hair streaming behind, stuck to her bare arms also, drops from the light rain riding her curls. She slowed now, a light laugh adorning her mouth and nose. Her heart had returned to her, and they were again on friendly terms. Her pale skirt, full at the bottom, had taken on water. Ah, well.
She had thought, initially, to bring the baby along on her adventure, to protect her from actively seeking her own damage. Ridiculous, of course, as little Eliza should be protected from any humans seeking to do harm this late. Or early. The hour, Estrella. The hour.
Eliza lay snugly in her crib, snoring lightly, dreaming maybe, and in G*d's arms. Estrella wondered if she was in any G*d's arms at all at the moment, and a small dry laugh, but she knew she felt good. So there was G*d in it somewhere, must be. Felt less like a partnership, more like sibling rivalry. But was G*d with her? Most definitely. Relief. Night. Walking. She delighted in her stride, feeling her muscles working, an orchestra to carry her body where she chose. Why was being alive so much easier at night? She wondered suddenly how far away she was, two miles? More? Maybe not so wise in bare feet to keep going. All right. She found a large puddle, shallow, clean. She swiped her right foot through the tepid water lengthwise. She had wanted that feeling, which was as expected, and enjoyed the visual effects that pools of water always afford.
In her mind, she began to turn home (with regret), and then she turned her body in the same direction. A bit of fear crept up. Well, that was a surprise. She quickened her pace a bit, wondering why she hadn't borrowed someone's dog for the little sojourn. Ah yes. Because at the start of it, her & her heart had lost touch. Thus, there was no fear of harm due to no awareness of her own value. Less painful that way to be sure. Less painful without love, yet the walking death is it's own brand of hell, and the soul will fight to break it. "Thank G*D!" She shouted in the general direction of the sky. "Thank Youuuuuuu..."