sometimes you make something delicious after a particular occasion or a magical experience of collecting ingredients, such as walking into a really nice shop and there being incredible walnuts in shells (the nuts being this deep mahogany colour) and fresh broad beans in their pods and homegrown organic lettuce. and then pure deliciousness seems to happen. its a combination of good ingredients, the magic of acquiring them, and the feeling of really wanting to cook in your body.
this is dutch cream mash with butter, fried broad beans with garlic and walnuts, and salad with a thyme lemon yogurt sauce.


Why should we grieve that we've been sleeping?
It doesnt matter how long we've been unconscious.

We're groggy, but let the guilt go.
Feel the motions of tenderness
around you, the buoyancy.
from buoyancy by Rumi

love opens my chest,
and thought returns to its confines,

Patience and rational considerations leave.
Only passion stays, whimpering and feverish.

Some men fall down in the road like dregs thrown out.
Then, totally reckless, the next morning

they gallop out with new purposes. Love
is the reality, and poetry is the drum

that calls us to that. Dont keep complaining
about loneliness! Let the fear-language of that theme

crack open and float away. Let the preist come down
from his tower, and not go back up!
from granite and wineglass by Rumi

When ink joins with a pen, then the blank paper
can say something. Rushes and reeds must be woven
to be useful as a mat. If they werent interlaced,
the wind would blow them away.
Like that, God paired up
creatures, and gave them friendship.
from Of being woven by Rumi

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Dont open the door to the study and begin reading.
Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.


Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there,

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesnt make any sense.


The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Dont go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Dont go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Dont go back to sleep.
from A great wagon by Rumi


tamaras birthday breakfast of banana buckwheat pancakes with a million exciting things on top.


corporeality, the reality of having a body. the quality of being physical; consisting of matter.
My friend Bo told me he has been writing, he's not sure what it is, but i think it will be exciting...
Set in an age when time was measured in moons and tides and intrepid chronicles signified the worth of an explorer's existence. Letters to Isaac


confusion is a state of learning