I was in Barbados. In a cab. I get friendly on a beautiful island (or any new place on Earth) far away from dreary Michigan winter. I asked my cab driver what was in season and what to look for at the farmer's market.
"Cassava", he said.
Not my usual food staple.
I got curious: "What is it? How do you prepare it?"
He was excited to tell me (apparently, cassava is soul food for Bajan people, like beets for Russians):
"I peel it, cut it in bite size pieces, then I cook it in water... Then I add butter."
I thought of sun chokes I love to make and chimed in: "Mmmm, or maybe I could toss it with olive oil and parsley...?"
"Sure," - he said, "but cassava is better with butter."
"Well, everything is better with BUTTER," - I said.
1/2 a minute passed. Then in the front mirror I saw an ear-to-ear grin widen my driver's face:
"I like it," - he shook his finger. "Everything is better with butter".
Yes, everything is.
I left that cab with arms full of cassava he had just picked up from a farmer and shared with me.
In every cuisine - there is butter (some call it ghee, fat, oil, or lard). A common ingredient that makes all food taste good.
Just like Breath makes every yoga pose feel good.
Just like Joy makes every connection all right.
Just like Love makes every action - an Act of God.
Everything is better with BUTTER. Smear it on. Better yet - just cut think chunks and pave your butter croissant with them.
My friends laugh at me for how much butter I put on my toast - and all I say is the Truth:
"I do like me a little bread with my butter". I go for the universal ingredient, one that makes it all good.
I had a great day. My 7-yr old was home getting over a strep throat. This is after my husband - loving but fearful father of my children - ran to get antibiotics for him and ... gasp... gave them to him without telling me first (last time he did that was 4 months ago - Johnny's 1st strep infection, and now 2nd - coincidence? I think not.)
I know. I am a control freak when it comes to the health of my kids. But... from what I learned about antibiotics - most times I can do better job than them. I spoke up clearly and firmly, stood my Nature Mama ground. And stayed home to take strep matters into my own hands. Johnny was fever free and his own chirpy self by mid-day. We bonded. We laughed. We had lunch and cracked jokes (day prior he cried at the mention of taking a sip of anything and moaned at the touch of cool wet cloth across his burning forehead).
I had a mind-expanding hour long meditation (thanks, Yogarupa, for that Durga bit you gave us in Kajuraho) - bright and strong, inspiring and motivating.
I taught a fun Spirit of Asana class where I geeked on about trinities of Universe and the Sages "in-the-know", while prepping those kids for kick-ass full expression of Vasisthasana, with some of them nailing it beautifully.
Victory all around. And yet... It feels like a "nothing" day. Like yesteryear's ... dead fly... Some days are just like that - like dried up tissue paper, even when good things happened, still everything feels like a DEAD FLY.
Oh the horror! What to do? Do I need more meditation?! Must I fill this dried up empty carcass with juicy things like romance, movie, wine, chocolate, music, laughter... anything, anything to breathe life into this "DEAD FLY"....
.... Ah, screw it - I kinda like Death. It has a refreshing effect of nullifying Ego's attempts at grasping onto accomplishments. After all, as my friend Chree once put it: "If nothing ever dies, then how can anything ever really come to life?"
Hey, ennui is good for us. It's a sign that we are bored with the way things are. That means, we are ready for change.
Change means NEW. New way of being alive. And come it will. After the OLD is dead. I think I'll pour a glass of wine and raise it to my dead fly. This wake may take a few days. I am prepared for that. I'll remember this, once unrelenting, herald of change for all the telltale signs she warned me of: too sweet, too sleepy, too warm, too...... Yep. Gotcha sista. I am on it.
I am a Cornucopia of Joy,
dispensing Laughter, steeped in ancient Wisdom.
Embracing Shaktis - all and none at once,
of which are none in You that aren't, too, within me.
Become and Be, and Die again - I have.
Breathe in / breathe out,
Express / withdraw -
Consume and be consumed - no End and no Beginning.
I am No One and All:
upon a look at You - I see my Self within.
No end and no beginning.
~ Tat Tvam Asi
Aham Brahma Smi
Not here to prove anything to anybody. And no one needs to understand me. I only need to understand myself. In the end, it's all about Me (=You?), my (=your?) Self, and God. This page is only a sharing of little moments of connection, for your reading pleasure if you wish.