The first scent of spring flowed low in the air. I rejoiced, singing all the way to work. That damp warmth, the dirt's thick perfume released as the sun peeks out more often, pulling back winter's isolating, grey curtain, like lifting the mourning shroud. I could feel the world begining to flow again, moving like tragic lovers--gravity on a paper-thin string--toward teh light, the heat. Some days, being in love again felt painful, as though he had chopped open the ice around a virgin spring in a forest the fates had abandoned. But then my heart eases, as though the spring has been waiting for this moment, and the water--the love--bubbles forth, rushing up from the wild, hidden depths. He reaches down, his long fingers radiating heat, to stir the dark pool. A moment of inattention, and the surface freezes over. He breaks it open again and again, and each time with more force, more care to the exact placement of his hatchett.
There are some moments when I look around and know that my world, my secretly gardened house, would not have turned the seasons without him. To him, and my dear friends who have sheltered me, and cared for me, and given me the two greatest gifts of all; time and hope, I thank you with all my heart. Time to breathe and learn and to stand on my own two feet, and the solid assurance that I can become the woman I so desire to be.
Aside from my brief, if charged and passionate, love, my life has been filled with busy days and interesting goins-on. First I had one job, then two part-timers, and now one full-time and one part-time. I'm able to get an apartment at the end of June, and I'm supremely excited about this. I'll be out on my own, paying all my bills on my own, and it's not quite as scary as I thought it would be. Tentatively, with money, I'm going to begin my cooking experiments again, and I will write about them here, as well as my summer adventures, which is what this blog is supposed to be for. :)
The cooking idea is that I have an entire box of cookbooks and I have already gone through them all and circled all the recipies I would like to try. There's more than a year's worth there, and unfortunately some of them are seasonal. But! I shall make it through. :) Cooking and being in the kitchen is something that calms me and brings me peace and excitement. I believe that the kitchen is the central place in the home, and so it is the most important place in the house to me. If the kitchen is not filled with good energy then I am not. It is a healing place, and I cannot cook without being, or becoming, happy. As I write this, chili (a weekly staple) is cooking on the stove. It smells lovely, even though it's not spiced too hot. I'll be taking left-over twice-baked sweet potatoes to my non-profit event today, for my own personal lunch.
So, on the subject of food, last week my dear friend Becky and I made Pumpkin-Walnut Coffee Cake. It wasn't fantastic, though edible, and I did enjoy it. The walnuts at the bottom were coated in butter and brown sugar and, in my opinion, the best part of the cake. The next experiment will be in the next two weeks, Kentucky Spiced Stack Cake. The list of spices I have to buy for this one is quite long, now that I'm no longer living at my ex-boyfriend's, and I think it would be best to wait a paycheck or so, but you should see a post about it this coming weekend.
Until then, please enjoy some more love poetry and prose. I used to write poetry a great deal in high school, and it's refreshing to allow myself those wispy descriptors and the fantasy of some great, unrequited, and sweet romance.
Thanks for sticking with me this far,
Kim :)
There are some moments when I look around and know that my world, my secretly gardened house, would not have turned the seasons without him. To him, and my dear friends who have sheltered me, and cared for me, and given me the two greatest gifts of all; time and hope, I thank you with all my heart. Time to breathe and learn and to stand on my own two feet, and the solid assurance that I can become the woman I so desire to be.
Aside from my brief, if charged and passionate, love, my life has been filled with busy days and interesting goins-on. First I had one job, then two part-timers, and now one full-time and one part-time. I'm able to get an apartment at the end of June, and I'm supremely excited about this. I'll be out on my own, paying all my bills on my own, and it's not quite as scary as I thought it would be. Tentatively, with money, I'm going to begin my cooking experiments again, and I will write about them here, as well as my summer adventures, which is what this blog is supposed to be for. :)
The cooking idea is that I have an entire box of cookbooks and I have already gone through them all and circled all the recipies I would like to try. There's more than a year's worth there, and unfortunately some of them are seasonal. But! I shall make it through. :) Cooking and being in the kitchen is something that calms me and brings me peace and excitement. I believe that the kitchen is the central place in the home, and so it is the most important place in the house to me. If the kitchen is not filled with good energy then I am not. It is a healing place, and I cannot cook without being, or becoming, happy. As I write this, chili (a weekly staple) is cooking on the stove. It smells lovely, even though it's not spiced too hot. I'll be taking left-over twice-baked sweet potatoes to my non-profit event today, for my own personal lunch.
So, on the subject of food, last week my dear friend Becky and I made Pumpkin-Walnut Coffee Cake. It wasn't fantastic, though edible, and I did enjoy it. The walnuts at the bottom were coated in butter and brown sugar and, in my opinion, the best part of the cake. The next experiment will be in the next two weeks, Kentucky Spiced Stack Cake. The list of spices I have to buy for this one is quite long, now that I'm no longer living at my ex-boyfriend's, and I think it would be best to wait a paycheck or so, but you should see a post about it this coming weekend.
Until then, please enjoy some more love poetry and prose. I used to write poetry a great deal in high school, and it's refreshing to allow myself those wispy descriptors and the fantasy of some great, unrequited, and sweet romance.
Thanks for sticking with me this far,
Kim :)
