Sunday, June 03, 2012
tears in the broth
these are helpless days where i search for inner strength and wish i had a worthy way with food like the other women in my family. i wish i didn't have such a demanding job. there are more important things to be doing.
like feeding her well and chasing away her anxieties and fears.
like getting rid of the clutter and carving out space for peace.
like letting go of the things, the things that simply don't matter and why have i thought for so long they do?
in these helpless days, I scour cookbooks to find something, anything that will build immunity and soothe, all the while plagued with the realization the task may be fruitless, and lament my life-long lack of interest in the culinary arts. but, still, in the 11th hour, which i hope is only the 9th, no, the 7th if i am honest, i will try.
chicken soup for the soul. hers and mine. tears in the broth. and prayers.