Cooking plus Service equals Music

Most recently I have found myself mercilessly domesticated and cooking .. a lot.  As in breakfast lunch and dinner for me and mine.  I am delighted to say that for some reason unknown to my naked eye, I am ecstatically delighted about this.  Who knew?  Who knew that the thinking about, the planning, the preparing, the coking and the serving would bring my Spirit such delight.

Since Monday 10/26/09 I have been starting at least one song a day.   Yes, at least one song starter a day.  Up until today I had been blessed with at least a melodic hook and lyric.  Today after drawing a few blanks, enough to twitter about it, I made a simple breakfast.  Apples sliced and yogurt.  I arranged this meal on a plate and before I knew it, 3 rhythm based melodies emerged one after another.  No lyrics, just the rhythm and the melodic baseline.  Could there be  correlation between the serving and the receiving of melodic content from the big downloader in the Sky?

Well, I’ve learned to leave the pondering of such BIG questions to those more equipped with time and space to pursue the answer.  My job now is to harness the newfound source of energy and dive een more into the delights of cooking for me and mine and serving the delicious melody infused delights to … whomever’s coming to dinner.

Tonight’s dinner consisted of artichokes still steaming and whole grain pasta stir fried with porcini mushrooms, peas, sundried tomatoes, olive oil and a few cooked shrimp.

No we are off to finally see Michael Jackson’s This Is It.  I think for now this really Is it.  Cooking + Service = Music.

Blessings 🙂

Nkechi

Meat

I woke up just now… sharply from a dream or maybe a lucid dream.  A mid night nap of sorts. I woke up weeping.  In my dream I was carrying a calf of srts on its way to be slaughtered.  I could feel its life leaving and its fight to stay.  I was walking on a dirt road in a foreign country and in the town plaza stood a man leaning on the butt of a rifle and sitting against the open end of an 18-wheel truck.  As I approaced him he made a quick motion for me to pass on my right, his left, so that after a few more steps I would be behind him.. then I heard an explosion.  Then the half calf in my arms shuddered.  I wept out loud and someone interpreted my wail.  Why father must it be this way.  It is so blunt.  He was asking on my behalf why there is so much slaughter as a ritual in mankind.  My heart still aches with the imagery.  I know more will be revealed and then a song will be written.  I will keep you posted.  Let’s call this one Meat 🙂 NKECHI