Chilled apple pie with a side of mulled musings...
It's not often that I get to enjoy a simple apple pie. Whether it's by chance that stores run short of this staple American dessert when I come home or by choice--my own typically draconian dietary standards usually exclude such morsels--I find myself bereft of this dessert. Thus, when given the opportunity to enjoy it properly, I tend to savor the moment and often find myself lost in thought.
Summer break, for all it's touted rest and relaxation, is more a time of action than of contemplation, yet cool summer evenings are still somewhat conducive to random mental ramblings. This particular evening found me pondering recent events which led in turn to recalling a scene from the book Dandelion Wine. Now I try not to wax poetic about just anything that pops into my head, but I felt this deserved a word or three...dozen.
In short the main character Doug wanders into the cellar of his house, where lies the buried remnants of summers past. In this one chapter, he goes from jar to jar, looking at the labels. Most don't interest him, except for one labeled, "RELISH."
Relish...rhymes with cherish, nourish, and perish too. Quite an interesting combination that is, savoring things, helping them flourish, and then watching each and every one fade away. It works with people too I guess, even ourselves. So why rush to the end, I wonder? Why compile lists of worries and frets and fears, aches and pains, symptoms and sorrows? Where's the time to savor the day, carpe diem and all that jazz when we fill our lives with haste and our minds with pointless clutter.
Be languid I say, spend a day in slow motion. Practice feng shui of the brain and schedule time for doing nothing. When in doubt, stop, inhale, sit or lie down, exhale, and repeat as necessary. Yes the world will still be turning, time will plod onwards, and people will give you funny looks, but so what. Try adding a little relish to your day, and if that doesn't suit your fancy, use mustard or curry or whatever the hell you like, as long as you like it. Remember, humor is the allspice of life, so laugh it up.
Summer break, for all it's touted rest and relaxation, is more a time of action than of contemplation, yet cool summer evenings are still somewhat conducive to random mental ramblings. This particular evening found me pondering recent events which led in turn to recalling a scene from the book Dandelion Wine. Now I try not to wax poetic about just anything that pops into my head, but I felt this deserved a word or three...dozen.
In short the main character Doug wanders into the cellar of his house, where lies the buried remnants of summers past. In this one chapter, he goes from jar to jar, looking at the labels. Most don't interest him, except for one labeled, "RELISH."
Relish...rhymes with cherish, nourish, and perish too. Quite an interesting combination that is, savoring things, helping them flourish, and then watching each and every one fade away. It works with people too I guess, even ourselves. So why rush to the end, I wonder? Why compile lists of worries and frets and fears, aches and pains, symptoms and sorrows? Where's the time to savor the day, carpe diem and all that jazz when we fill our lives with haste and our minds with pointless clutter.
Be languid I say, spend a day in slow motion. Practice feng shui of the brain and schedule time for doing nothing. When in doubt, stop, inhale, sit or lie down, exhale, and repeat as necessary. Yes the world will still be turning, time will plod onwards, and people will give you funny looks, but so what. Try adding a little relish to your day, and if that doesn't suit your fancy, use mustard or curry or whatever the hell you like, as long as you like it. Remember, humor is the allspice of life, so laugh it up.