The new year begins. I cooked up a pot of Chicken Long Rice for my family here in the woods. This is a dish that is commonplace and familiar to folks back in the Islands. It's a comfort food and a food that symbolizes long life (the threads of transparent mung bean threads) and to me, memories of eating the warm food touches all the right places. The recipe I've linked to is a little different than the one I made: I used organic shitake mushrooms, fresh ginger, green onions instead of Boy Choy or Chinese cabbage ... it all works!
It's not easy to embrace being unable to go to the Friday night dance, or get into a car, gather with friends or take a plane to support a loved one going through a health challenge. "I should be there!" shouts the voice in my head. And my real voice says, "I would if I could." Acceptance is a human action, easier written than done and yet that's what it takes to assess a person's real life, and make decisions that fit the real you.
I've begun a new blog that will be a place to hone my love and my craft as writer. It will be a different version of the writing I've done here or on the other blogs birthed because I needed to write to save my life. IT'S ALL COMPOST is the next generation of blog space. The title says it all for me. If you're a writer, or have been dangling phrases or toying with seed ideas, come visit. It's a whole new heap (compost that is), so there's plenty of room if you don't mind the rot.
Ever look at the compost of your life? What's it like there?