Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Beautiful Poem


Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.

-Naomi Shihab Nye

Monday, April 11, 2011

Sunday Dinner: Sweet Potato Pasta

No no, not sweet potato-infused semolina, but actual sweet potato. Couldn't wait to try this recipe! It was delicious - although browned butter sauce is good in small measure, it quickly becomes cloying. I'll try a different sauce time. Any recommendations?
We actually multiplied the recipe by six because we wanted to make sure there would be time we'll just do three or four potatoes.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Dean on a Rampage

Recorded a few weeks ago when he started walking. Initially he would keep his arms up in the air for balance which made Luke dub him "the orangutan".

Dean's First Haircut

I've always wanted a little boy with a shorn head; I think he looks adorable! And he didn't mind the clippers at all.

Thursday, April 07, 2011

Say that again?

In the car we heard an advertisement for a local dentist: Dr. Deamon. Pronounced "demon".

Uh huh. Luke said, "That's just what I want, a minion from hell to work on my teeth."

Maybe his family should start using an alternate pronunciation.

It's a miracle I didn't gain 5 pounds

Last week I put up strawberry jam, and I've been cutting slices of homemade bread, slathered in butter and jam. Oh sigh. There are few things better in life!