Tuesday, May 29, 2012

A bientot

She stood, not 6 feet away and leaned down and waved at him, smiling the brightest smile. Just saying goodnight, for the second time. It was a moment of untrammeled happiness. She smiled and waved and smiled more. He couldn't even see her without ducking beneath the roof of the car, and yet there she was, waiting for a reaction to her happiness.

Monday, May 28, 2012


He is happy. He is drinking coffee in the morning, or walking at lunchtime, or driving on long flat stretches of road at night. And happy and surrounded by love and light and warmth. Peace came on suddenly, with the knowledge that it was there all along and could be found again.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

In our post-industrial Western democracy,

Cooking as career seems counter-intuitive. Too much striving and slaving for something that ought to be magical and exciting. To prove my point, I'm making curry while I write this post. To wit, I already made rice pilaf this evening. It was simple, enjoyable, and gave me the thrill of the chemistry experiment I never knew how to do. Why beat all the fun out of that activity? This will have to be one of the places where I stand on simplicity.