cyber snacks

I have been thinking about this post since the super bowl. The Black Eyes Peas came onto the stage. They walked onto the stage in nicely designed, flashy costumes and dancers covered in twinkling lights.  Looking forward to their performance, I skipped the third run to the table of food I tuned in my ears and I waited. As soon as they began to sing I cringed. They all sang like a hopeful group of middle school students at a summer camp (with a damn fine budget). I was impressed by the groups artistic ideas but some how out of the studio the music was missing the flavor.
Flavor like Pancho Sanchez in front of his bongos or Miles Davis on his horn, or Joni Mitchell belting out a heart break. You know that feeling where you become transported by the beauty of a skill, a skill that has been honed so finely, you feel honored if only to be a witness.

The next time I thought about this was in an interview for NPR with a tennis pro. The interviewer talked to her about her game, and her famous grunt during play. At the end of the interview the interviewer asked Monica Selus if she played Wi tennis. Her reply was divine, she said I don't eat fake food why would I play fake tennis.
Despite our advances in technology there still is some magic in the real touchable, tangible, hugible world. 

wogging

Tonight as I climbed the bleachers at the high school the sky was covered in thick gray clouds highlighted in bits of lavender and pink. The blue sky peeked out in bits and the sun reflected off the water in the harbor that I could see nestled in the distance.
I have just began a class where we walk and jog call Wogging and (unknown until tonight) climb bleachers, and do lunges and squats on the beach. It was kind of fun being bossed around to get in shape. Also it was fun having girl time. I look forward to going back on Thursday if it does not snow.
It is amazing how refreshing a nice work out and being outside during sunset can be.

hello again

Hello, my mind has been spinning with topics to write and I have not yet sat down to ramble about all my growing opinions of the world around me and how I have learned to play in it.  As of this night my first full day as a woman of 35 I am back on the blog.
I am going to spend this 35 year talking about my observations of the world around me. I have a new job in Bridgeport and I am both excited and overwhelmed by the new city. It has large brick buildings with broken windows and graffiti tagged on the outside. It has people who are both aggressive and kind. (I think a lot of these East coasties have all been overstimulated.)  
However, I had a woman give me a small angel in a glass bead. It was an angel that she had been given to guide her on her way. I have only shared the building with her a few days. That and private words of loss. Today, I am reminded that I am always held even when I feel that the world is much to big to live in.
cheers and blessings
MD

For my Sanity

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Home made Pizza

You know nothing makes a girl feel good like the hope of that surrounds a New Moon, and a home made pizza.

I made the sauce with tomato paste, kalamata olive juice, kalamata olives, onion and garlic... oh man I just realized I forgot the oregano. Oh well I can tear some fresh oregano and place it on top.  I used a whole-wheat crust. It is funny I used to think I was allergic to bread. I know now what I have is: Reactive Hypoglycemia. That means I have to eat complex carbos and it is best to have them with fat. Which makes pizza the perfect food. :)

I am growing garlic, basil, chives, and parsley in my window seal. It is to bad I do not have any oregano. My herbs garden was inspired by a movie that I saw a long time ago... The movie had a character in it who had dies. The woman stays dead for something like ten years and then her sister, (who was a practicing witch) brings her back to life... I do not remember the name of the movie but I remember the protagonist had a window with several shelves of herbs in her kitchen. Why don't we all have shelves of herbs in our kitchen I don't know. I have a little start. 

I think I may be growing more sane. It is nice here in New England today. However, I did go outside in a t-shirt and I think it is only in the upper 40s. So the jury may be out on my sanity theory.
Maybe blood is thickening up nicely. Maybe the pizza is helping. Here is a toast to windows filled with herbs and homemade pizza.