Month: July 2016

Food & Stuff

I’ve been up cooking and canning beet horseradish (Ćwikła in Polish) for tomorrow’s farmers market. I find it surreal sometimes to be selling our “product”. Cooking is my craft and where I’m most in my element. Braising, canning, baking, mixing, shucking, stirring, basting, flipping, folding, frying, mincing –you get the picture– is part of my day-to-day thing… But it is so weird/cool/exciting/nerve-wracking/awesomely odd to be cooking up and serving something that you made by hand…from scratch. I’m proud of the work we do, as we try to be as local as possible, supporting little farm to market co-ops and some awesome farms around Texas. It’s nice to be small-scale, so that we’re actually able to do that. That being said, it is quite a lot of work (of course) and I probably won’t get to bed until around midnight tonight, and then it’ll be up and at ’em around 4 am tomorrow to pack up and head out to the market to sell some handmade Polish dumplings to a crowd of hungry people. I’d like …

Just a Description….

Coocoo of the mourning dove Rivals that of the rooster Cicadas chime in Maraca solo Balmy skin sticks To stagnant sheets Vagabond sheep Gnaw on false-sage brush Dismissive of the dogpear Broached to their coats Ocotillo spirals Thick, blooming buds, so red they almost Burn. Breeze sweeps through Wire fences as though Releasing this endless Summer

A Rant About Time

It would be an understatement if I said I haven’t been in a slump for, well, months actually. Sometimes I think I try to do too much all at once. I like to think that I can somehow manage to have three jobs and still be mentally “ok”, but let’s face it, running on auto-pilot simply isn’t living and I’m not sure how much longer I can survive if I keep this speed. The kicker is, I always feel guilty if I’m not doing two things at once, if my teeny apartment isn’t immaculate (and it hasn’t been for a while now), or if I take too much “me” time. Time is the thing I covet most in my life right now. Time to read. Time to write. Time to think, and digest, and develop as a person. The scary thing is, I don’t really see myself having “time” at all in the next few months. I’ve been dedicated to starting a business and finishing school, and on top of my regular job that doesn’t …

Ebb & Flow

I slink out into passageway of peace, clarity strokes my eyes before they open to greet the day, to feel the breeze on my cheeks. It’s that time of combined yellow/ blue light that the coo-coo doves and wrens beckon into morning. Trees dance along to whooping melodies, little girls freckled from the sun chase the cat through the sprinklers like little tyrant knights…. this is summertime. Still, I remain. Sitting outside in the gentle, humid Texas morning looking at my skin. One body, one mind, one being. Is it enough to live one life?  25 years into it and all I feel is the bitterness grind into dust and blow away like the flame in birthday wishes. Today I have made a promise to myself (and oh how I hope not to break it) to indulge in every waking moment in this busy, little, fragile life of mine. I haven’t been “home” physically or mentally for a while now, but am slowly regaining my grounds, squeezing a waking breath into that fictitious fable we …