I enjoyed a fine class today. I don't know about anyone else, but I enjoyed it. I was here, I was there, and I seemed to land where I was meant to be--in any given moment. Imagine that.
After class I cleaned up and thought I would tend to a few garden tasks, but then I remembered the hankering I've been having for red beans-n-rice. I fermented the beans two/three days ago and cooked them yesterday, so they were ready. I had sweet pepper and hot, celery and onion and fresh thyme and oregano from the garden, among other green delicacies, but none of the "traditional" meats.
What I did have was hot Italian sausage, and with the kitchen spirits dressed in black shaking their understanding heads at me, I forged ahead. Then . . . I made time to put my feet up . . .
The boy drummed . . .
And then, came time for dinner. Hot and spicy under a blanket, the sky of day fading to dusk and twilight, as the music of birds in air and tree serenaded our shared evening together.
That's what I made today.