I was so wrapped up in writing those long Midlife Opportunity posts this weekend I didn't have the time to do Six Senses Sunday. But here are some highlights from last week that deserve to be mentioned...Hear:
Last week I opened my eyes to morning cardinal song for the first time since last summer. I know my photos are still mired in winter ice, but nature is on the move!
Taste:Bread. A loaf of bread, baked with care and wholesome ingredients has in it a simplicity and goodness that feeds the soul. It usually has the added benefit of being very pleasing to the eye and, of course, delicious to eat. In my opinion life is too short to waste on mass-produced bread. This week I discovered bread to top all breads, and it came from The Hungry Ghost bakery in Northampton. Because I'm usually in my car and headed out of town as I pass by their little bakery on a hill, I've never ventured in. For 6 years. What a mistake! When you open the door of their bakery the first thing you see is the crackling fire in an enormous masonry wood-fired bread oven (pics on their website). Then you see someone flour-covered and carefully preparing the next batch of loaves over a long wooden workbench. It's like stepping back in time and getting to take a little bite while you're there. J and I brought home an 8-grain and cinnamon loaf this weekend and ate half of each over the course of the first day. We couldn't stop. It was better than chocolate. With a perfectly chewy, substantial crust and insides that strike a perfect balance of substance and melt-in-your-mouthiness, I think those two loves have completely spoiled me. If you have plans to visit Northampton, pick up some loaves for yourself and give your soul a snack.
See:
Apparently the steadily blowing wind and icy snow had a play-date on Friday night, and made this white rug, which they then rolled up and left on J's car. I've never seen anything like this, and don't expect to ever again. It was the length of his windshield and rolled perfectly all the way through. Here it is from the other side...
Smell:Pungent curry simmering in the kitchen. This is a spice that intimidated me for a long time, but I'm determined to get to know it better. It did stain the heck out of my 'stainless' steel though.
Feel:All that dredging up of past times last week was very difficult, but very helpful in letting me step away and take a close look at where I might head next. Thanks again for all of your comments.
Touch:New books with smooth, shiny covers and soft thick pages. The Kindle just doesn't cut it for me.
9 comments:
That ice carpet is great! It reminds me of somthing Andy Goldsworthy would create-- but better.
ah, m.
i saved your posts to read all together at once. what a treat! you are brilliant. really.
i'm wondering if you had a chance to integrate all of this while you were at kripalu. so much to ponder.
wonder/awareness/ enthusiasm.
answers on the other side of questions.
the past/future and present. i like the ever present, myself. but it's not easy.
i am so glad to be a witness on your journey. thank you.
Okay, that ice carpet is magnificent! What a gift to see something like this.
I am going to the Hungry Ghost next time I'm in Northampton. How could I have missed such a magical place all these years?
You always introduce me to wonders, m. Thank you!
The top photo is beautiful. The Kindle doesn't do it for me, either.
1. That ice carpet is so cool!
2. I have been *loving* your midlife opportunity posts. What an inspiration.
3. I quite literally cannot believe you just now sampled Hungry Ghost bread. It is without a doubt the best bread I have ever eaten.
Te na koe, e hoa!(Greeting, friend! in Maori, in case anyone is wondering!)
I returned from a very quick trip home to NZ 2 hours ag0.
Your "ice rug" on the car is what we would call "koru" and that's the Maori word for a young, uncurling fern frond. Very symbolic of new beginnings and the strength thus associated with them.
Must go...I heard a bottle being opened!
each frame is a window into your world...I stayed at the leaf .just looking
What? How can that be so? I originally just scrolled through your pics, didn't have time to read. And I thought the curl was some kind of beautiful cement sculpture, maybe on the steps of a library. It is snow and ice? It was made by the wind, and just waiting there for you on J's car? A spiral? And all that signifies, just THERE, so perfectly formed? So magestic, unmistakable? I can't fathom it. I am in awe. Wow.
What a gift. What wonder. Wow.
Loved all your writing and photos of course. The bread sounds divine.
Oh my gosh, that "rug" is amazing! Reminds me of one of those Little Debbie Swiss Rolls.
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