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summer stained fingers
undress the hearts of flowers
pollen falls like stars
i love fridays.
when i have the honor of opening each one of you for the impossibly
exquisite flowers you are.
thank you for brightening our world.
now come, please, haiku
Posted on June 30, 2011 at 10:03 PM | Permalink
haiku my heart
begin when the first birds of morning are lifting the roof of dawn...
bringing two cups of pure water to a passionate boil.
turn off heat and immediately allow 1 3/4 cup of
dried hibiscus flowers to fall gently from your grateful hands.
use a favorite wooden spoon to gently submerge the floating flowers,
cover and infuse for twenty minutes while you
walk barefoot in the garden.
in a separate large pot add your sweetener...
i love the smokey tangyness of these garnet petals so use less than 1/2 cup of
blue agave nectar.
(traditionally 1 cup sweetener would be added,
adjust to your taste
you could also use honey or sugar)
place a strainer across the mouth of your large pot.
simply pour your jamaica infused water into the strainer
catching all the flowers and mixing the bright cranberry liquid with the sweetener
now boil four cups of water, once boiling pour slowly over the flowers
that are gleaming
in the strainer to release more flavor.
repeat once more with two final cups of boiling water.
use your wooden spoon to press any remaining garnet flavored
liquid from the flowers.
place the spent flowers in your compost grateful for their bright gift.
stir to mix and allow this jubilant refresco to cool.
place in a favorite pitcher, preferably transparent
so the intensity of colour shines through.
serve in large glasses over a generous stack of ice,
return to the garden with family and friends
who will smile with each delicious sip of
Agua de Jamaica!
send your guests home with handfuls of dried jamaica flowers
so this ancient mexican ritual of
summer refreshment is passed garden to garden,
friend to friend, all summer long.
Posted on June 28, 2011 at 07:28 AM | Permalink
agua de jamaica, savoring mexico
the sight of anyone.....
total strangers, saying goodbye
on any corner of the world frays at my soul.
the simple gesture of the open hand
waving back and forth in the gathering sky,
like paper thin kites darting this way and that... too far above us,
or the distant cry of a summer loon....
remain so hauntingly out of reach.
the way, from this vantage point, in the autumn of life,
we know goodbyes separate us from the ones we love,
the wave of youth
is not a wave of longing, or melancholy,
it does not catch in the heart of holding on.
it is a faster, fiercer wave that throws caution to the wind;
sends its love in a furry careening off towards adventure,
rarely looking back.
(i have a young son and recognize the unencumbered velocity of youth
moving forward like a great unstoppable wheel of wanderlust
propelling him ever forward to places unknown.)
when i was sixteen my best friend moved to sinaloa, mexico.
after countless months apart
i convinced my parents to place me on a tijuana southbound bus for her, and springbreak.
the two day rosary swinging on the dashboard of a treacherous ride ferried me away
to a small village where i would awaken to an exotic world
that would shatter the cookie cutter mold of
my porcelain life.
i am sure i waved goodbye
with the same wild abandon i now see in my son.
and although i jumped on the over crowed bus
with an electric sense my world was just about to burst open,
i did notice my father's eyes, his pure unguarded love
and something that seemed to catch in his throat like gathering darkness.
an unmeasurable weight on the heart i recognize now to be
the pain of letting go.
that is what i labored with all day in the studio as i let the
white hot pain that tied up my heart,
loose with every vibrant colour i fitted into the stained glass
window before me.
i chose each piece thoughtfully and imagined
the light of all seasons
crushing through with a vengeance,
as wild enormous wings unfurled before me...
(like you my dear koko, like you)
i let the spirit of my treasured friend
fly, fly, fly
out of my reluctant heart,
like a wild careening kite lifting into the measureless sky.
like the loon that will always and forever call for us on the edges of eternal longing.
like all those moments i was unwilling to let go finally rising inside of me,
into that last wave of departure.
june 26, 2008
last night we stood on the landing above the quiet ponds
the sound of our weekend laughter bowed to a thousand stars
as we began the ritual of leave taking.
we stood on the edge of darkness until the final glimpse of stephanie and greg's tail lights dimmed from view...
until we called our last farewells from the open windows of life...
until my thoughts carried me back three years
to the unexpected death of Koko.
to the one moment that practice never makes perfect,
to the art of letting go.
Posted on June 26, 2011 at 08:32 PM | Permalink
loss of a loved one, the art of saying goodbye
heaven: region or state of supreme bliss;
garden of eden
yes, most times paradise is a destination
it is the flowering of deep friendship
in a shared landscape of supreme bliss
when friendship opens
the gateway to heaven on earth
and bliss is the air you breathe together...
postcards from paradise
celebrates a wild weekend of extra plates set on the tables of summer
the ringing out of rich laughter, delicious repast,
and the sumptuous nourishing company of
(seriously in the flesh!)
stephanie hilvitz & comedy machine Mr. R
gracing the contours of our hearts!!!!
where have you found paradise this week??
Posted on June 26, 2011 at 08:26 AM | Permalink
dia de los muertos, postcards from paradise, san miguel de allende