My qigong practice begins with stirring the soup. Right away I notice the interior dialogue that I’m having. It isn’t just dialogue. It’s lists and to dooz that I remembered I didn’t do. It’s imaginary conversations; even comebacks or responses I wish I had made. It is the stuff of talking with others or...
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Carabiner, or everything is connected
Molly is under the blankets. The rain is hitting the roof with that round comforting sound. This is one of those charmed moments when life is as grand as it can be. Isn’t it amazing that we live in a time when everyone is so aware of all the connections in the world? I...
My Pamet or yours?
Hat’s off, especially on this seasonably warm spring day, to Tom Kane. Why? Why not? Occasionally, I feel as though the gentle and measured voice of Tom Kane is coming through me. There’s always been something very comforting about his wonderful Cape Cod columns. There’s times it reminded me of Sara Orne Jewett’s voice...
the very mention of mire poix
...everything depends upon this so that each person’s sofrito is unique and everyone’s comfort food has soul that is not standard but will sweep you into the arc of the conductor’s baton and you will move to the music of your mother’s soup; or your grandmother’s beans and you will know peace.
While souping
Memories of a friend were haunting me beautiful when I was making soup one of those cold spring days last week. Always good to get in one last soup day. If I’m lucky enough to be home and loose I will make a soup that takes all day long. The smells massage the aching...
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