Greenstorm's Journal

Nothing says security like a full pantry and a fireplace.

Nothing says wealth like gallons of wine made free from things the ground gave you and wildharvest salad every night with your steak.

Nothing says love like... hmm, maybe it's time for a couple in-front-of-the-fireplace-snuggle-puddles-and-food events?

Counting Crows - The Ghost in You

Beautiful things don't end. They merely turn and turn and turn in a river, rounding the edges, fitting themselves more to your hand each time.

My life is all blessings. In every way I am blessed. There is so much love around me, and joy, and nourishment for body and soul.

greensinger has come and now has gone into a perfect grey drizzly Vancouver morning that makes the city smell so fresh and sweet that I could sit all day gulping air into my lungs through the window. I'm glad there was a day like this for him, a day without summer sunshine, so he could see the soul of the city leaking through.

It was very good to have him here. I needed to pause, rest, drink deeply and refresh myself before I continue on in this maelstrom that my life has become right now, and I have done that. Strength and purpose have returned.

On my table there is food from the farmer's market: green zebra tomatoes, walla walla onions, jalepenos and other hot peppers, unimaginably beautiful bell peppers, nectarines, mangoes, zucchini, grapes, so mahy wonderful things. I'm going to make fresh salsa later, and fry up some tortilla chips. The world will end, and then after a pause, will continue on again. Good food counts for so much. Greensinger made a vegetarian moussaka for me from farmer's market ingredients and from lentils. It has so many flavours I am constantly astonished when I eat it, every bite, and it's what Tim calls the perfect heat: it warms your mouth to the temperature the dish is best served at. My nectarines are ripening.

The blood has come at last, it's been off and on for the last couple of days, trying to decide if it's safe.

We danced in the kitchen while he was cooking, knocking over recycling as we went, and I had to concede that there is at least one person in the world that I can partner-dance with.

Our cat Ajax is happy and loved. It's rare with him. I'm thinking of switching the cats to a raw meat diet, my boss in West Van feeds her two huge dogs quite reasonably on meat and if I can get in on her supplier...

Now I curl up for awhile with my Bob, inside the warm shell of a house that nestles in the middle of a rainy city.

Time has turned to honey this morning. I can feel every moment passing, thick and sweet and slow, notes of music spilling out and hanging there for so long before the next one comes along. My awareness of the world has returned.

Thank you.