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Saturday, October 22, 2011

Bubbling and Boiling

I watched my eggs boiling for egg salad (1) as I stirred cocoa, sugar, butter and milk to make one of my all-time favorite comfort foods, boiled cookies (2). Later, I stirred the makings of taco soup (3), waiting not so patiently for it to boil. As I watched the pot, I daydreamed about other things I have waited to boil in this big pot, things like gumbo (4) and mayhaw jelly (5), which, when it boils is one of the most beautiful colors I think I have ever seen.

Five foods- that was the prompt we were supposed to be writing about. And so I have done that, right here, right now.  But the back-story bubbling beneath the surface is the wonder about the things that are brewing in me. I would most like to describe it as a quickening (which seems like an old-fashioned, spiritual word), with the potential for growth. How will I be changed by the diagnosis? What might come of the time I will be recuperating? 

Already I feel a sense of gratitude and grace, and love. I am working on attentiveness.

These are the kind of things that serve as markers in one’s life. Right now I’m just watching the bubbling, waiting to see what all comes up to the surface.
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5 comments:

  1. Cyn Huddleston8:31 PM, October 22, 2011

    Diane, I think you are using this experience as a recipe for change. I don't know what kind either, but I are something simmering in you. We should promise ourselves that we will sit and eat a meal together in the future.

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  2. spookyrach10:30 PM, October 22, 2011

    Well, damn. I hope this doesn't double post - it ain't working right. What I said, before blogger at my comment, was that I agree with Cyn about sitting and eating. There is a strong possibility that I will be in Galveston sometime in mid-summer. Just sayin'...

    I can't wait to see what changes for you. I have a feeling it's going to be good.

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  3. Lori8:43 PM, October 23, 2011

    Gumbo..... hmmm..... simmering..... that's a good way to put this. You kind of simmer your way through it all.
    you don't have to look at the pot, even if the lids on, because you know it's doing what it's supposed to be doing. Slow, steady cooking.... and that's a good thing.
    Most things are better done low and slow.
    It's all gonna turn out all right.

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  4. Princess of Everything (and then some)5:57 PM, October 24, 2011

    I love this. I believe in markers. I believe in you.

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  5. annie6:07 PM, October 27, 2011

    Cyn, it will be interesting to see what comes of this. And yes, we should promise ourselves that we will share a meal together in the future! It is definitely on my list!

    Rach I hope the changes are good ones too. And if you get to Galveston this summer, you let me know. I will be there to meet you and I will bring my camera!

    Lori, Lori, Lori! Slow and steady is my best speed! Let's hope I don't boil over (or maybe that is what I am supposed to do, spill over?!)!

    Mindy, thanks so much! Markers are good things, even though sometimes we don't see them until we are past the event.

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