Still reading, still note taking, still writing, still practicing. There may not be time for quilts and pottering and furniture and dolls … but there’s always time for bread. And call me corny, but watching that dough rise never ceases to delight me. Sprinkling the top of that soft, taut mass with flour then sinking my hand into it feels wonderful every time.
Today’s was extra sweet – on a garage cleanout on Saturday, I unpacked THE LAST kitchen box. Mmhm! It was another Elasta-girl moment. And there, at the bottom, was my Romertopf – something I’ve not seen for almost six years (yes, that’s how long the boxes were packed for – man, I can’t believe it was six years – at the risk of extra corniness, so much has happened since then!) And a sugar shaker thing I don’t even remember owning. Both almost found their way into a box for the thrift store – let’s face it, I managed without them for six years. But then, I thought of my bread making … the Romertopf will be perfect for baking the bread in – a lovely moist environment. The sugar shaker – why, perfect for sprinkling flour.
And they both lived up to their newly assigned roles with vim and vigour …
So … no stitching. I could tell you all about recurrent leg ulcers. Or the psychosocial implications of emergency surgery for the elderly. Maybe you’d like to hear about postoperative psychosis. Or, sadly, how there’s very little evidence to support complementary pain relief therapies … but we’ll keep trying anyway.
(this beautiful image comes from here – doesn’t that look just how you’d feel if that glowing man with the alarming news appeared in your bedroom!)
Or maybe I’ll mention that today is the Annunciation … the day that the Archangel Gabriel came down from heaven to let Mary know she’d better start knitting that layette. I’ve never thought about it like this, but I reckon that means today’s a good day to start preparing for Christmas. I mean, if WE were having the baby we would, wouldn’t we! We’d get out the needles and get stuck into it. I love the Annuciation … thinking about it just draws our year round into a perfect circle full of life and love, anticipation and promise.
And today, the Passover begins. As I walked Fu tonight, homes all around us were in darkness .. the usual Monday night routines abandoned. Instead, every several houses or so, there was an explosion of light and bustling as families came together to celebrate the Seder and share the story of the Exodus from Egypt and slavery. It looked so lovely as we walked along. In one, there were at least 20 people squished around the table and they were SINGING! Fu and I stood outside in the dark and soaked it up.
Bread, caring, the promise of a dear little babe, the joy of freedom. What more could you want on a Monday.