curry, cumin, sage and cayenne–ancient spices filling my kitchen. garlic, rosemary, ginger, cardomon–the world comes to me today. therapy, tonic, and love–a man’s heart connects still to his stomach.
Author: Bonnie
Fourteen Honest Things
Fourteen honest things about myself: 1) I am a morning person. I am totally energized in the morning–up early, chatty, full of ideas, working, busy, happy, productive, creative, and annoying. I am in fifth gear when everyone else is still in neutral. It takes love and patience to be with me in the mornings if you are…
haiku: The Future
Tomorrow is what I cannot see, its image is dark in the day.
Escapism
Last night we picked up the guest speaker for our banquet with a group of special friends and went to a restaurant near the hotel. We celebrated my birthday a day late. Wayne read that Coal Vine’s had received great reviews, so we tried it. I really liked the place. It is an upscale, yet…
I Like Know This is Like Really Shallow, but…
“Dwight Schrute” Like, no more “The Office” due to the like writers’ strike in Hollywood? What? I like know this is like really shallow, but how can I like survive without “The Office?” Well, I am so glad that my friend, Kristin’s, brother has been like practicing the role of Dwight Schrute already, during Halloween…
haiku: one birthday two souls
My dad and I share the same birthday, which is November 6th. Quite a milestone, my dad turns 80 today. Thanks, Dad, for holding my hand through the journey. Here are a few haiku in honor of you. ************************ One birthday two souls twenty-four years between us daddy and daughter. ************************
haiku: texas autumn
red oak in my yard you are not the least bit red this November day.
Random
Van Gogh’s “Starry Night” It’s night. I have had a long and busy week. A fulfilling week. I’m climbing the stairs now to bed and anticipating falling into the luxury of inviting, soft sheets. Mostly, I am thinking about a long and deep sleep–with no rush to arise early and nothing to do tomorrow. Nothing. This is random….
The Faces of Fear
It is silly now but as a child, fear gripped my heart at night. In those few moments after my parents switched off the light and before falling asleep, the shadows of the room leaped into monsters. I laid in bed frozen with fear as the form of a dinosaur appeared next to the bed. Then I…
More on Death of Ceremony
Yesterday I wrote about the death of ceremony in American culture in my post titled, Narcissism. I ran across this article shortly afterward which is a small example of the death of ceremony in our culture. Take a look.
Bonnie Saul Wilks 