Mark it on the calendar. Tonight's supper will include a salad made not just with store-bought lettuce but also the first tiny thinnings of the garden greens. In there are newborn kale, lettuces, arugula, and collards. Also two types of basil. And a few leaves of mature bonsai arugula which I planted in a pot where they have not, to say the least, thrived. But each piece of each leaf will add its own peppery goodness to the bowl. I love that when I pinch the almost microscopic roots from the arugula babies I can already smell their essence. It's almost like human babies who have their very own self-ness from birth, just in infant form. Anyway, aren't they beautiful, those clean, wet wisps of living green life? Sometimes it occurs to me that those people who believe that they can live on sunlight are correct, in a way. Plants take sunlight and turn it into food that we can eat and thrive on but the sun-eaters do forget that there are other elements (quite literally) involved and that trying to forego those elements and the steps that the plants go through to produce the calories and nutrients we need is a bit ridiculous. I don't care what certain yogis have claimed to do, the human body just doesn't work like that.
I just looked it up. People who believe that are called "breatharians." Good luck with that!
Why must humans always want to go right on past the true miracles of life on this earth like the Krebs cycle and evolution and sunrise and sunset and gravity and tides and physics and love and oak trees and octopuses and Keith Richards and eggs and butterfly migration to believe in bullshit like living on prana and psychic healing and walking on water and there being a god who only managed to have one son despite the fact that he's a god, who sends that son to earth to be tortured and killed for the tenuous purpose of saving the very people that the god supposedly created from the original sin that he supposedly allowed those people to become infected with so that those people can go to a supposed eternal life which will be perfect when they die their earthly death?
If I live to be one hundred and sixty-six, I'll never understand that. Show me a newborn baby and I'll show you eternity in genetics. Show me the stars and I'll show you infinity and beyond. Show me death and I'll show you how death does indeed lead to life as it breaks down and gives up its essence to the dirt, nurturing the plants that grow above it. Show me a laboring woman and I will show you the miraculous ability of a human body to create and deliver life. Show me the Rolling Stones and I'll show you the miracle and ecstasy of dance.
Well. This is not what I set out to write about today. Not that I ever set out to write anything in particular.
Here's another picture.
Eating babies is my favorite! I am with you on the folks searching for the mystery of the mysteries they contrive instead of marveling at all that is before us! Even in the dark I marvel at all of this life and what is offered, even when things get really shitty, still marvel!ReplyDelete
I have always liked short men- Mr. Fancy Pants appeals to my inner hen.
I, too, love to eat babies! So crunchy! (Let's hope QAnon doesn't read this.) There really is so much to wonder at on this earth. You're right.Delete
I'm sure that Mr. FP would fancy you too, dear Linda Sue.
I do hope Mr. Fancy Pants is not living on borrowed time.ReplyDelete
At the moment, it seems that Liberace deems the small rooster to be beneath his concern.Delete
On my walk today I saw a lovely tempting clump of nasturtiums. Lovely peppery addition to salads.ReplyDelete
I think we complicate everything so much. We can choose to look at life quite simply as a banquet of wonders.
Which it generally is. And we can choose to decline any of the dishes on the table that do not please us.Delete
I have been dreaming of shrimp and grits...Enjoy!ReplyDelete
They were so good. I'd put my shrimp and grits up against almost anyone's.Delete
I do love Micro Greens in a Salad. I have been enjoying some Heirloom Tomatoes, such interesting shapes and colors, they add such interest and flavor to a salad too... or just plain, sliced with Seasonings sprinkled on top.ReplyDelete
Heirloom tomatoes are the BEST! I'm missing those Cherokee Purples we had this summer.Delete
It's so nice to watch Mr. Fancy Pants take a dust bath! Of course I generally agree with you on religion and its inherent absurdities, but I'm not sure I've heard of people who think they can live on sunlight alone. That's just crazy! LOLReplyDelete
The little guy does love his bath.Delete
And yes. Breatharians are indeed insane.
why would anyone want to live on air or sunshine when food is so good? and don't get me started on the absurdity of the dominant religion in this country.ReplyDelete
Good point- food IS so good! Maybe it's purifying. Haha! I probably should not have gotten started on religion myself.Delete
Could be female intuition but do I suspect you're a Rolling Stones fan?ReplyDelete
Keith Richards is my spirit totem animals. Have you read his biography? "Life." Love, love, love it. Amazing book. Amazing story. Amazing man.Delete
My, my you had a lot to say today! Moving from salad to deep thoughts about religion through rooster sex was quite an experience for me!! Thanks so much for giving me so much to ponder!ReplyDelete
I got on a roll, didn't I?Delete
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