I know I promised deets about the upcoming Theatre of Comfort Dinners in my last post...rest assured that they are on the way. However, I do have a little detour from the fervor of foodiedom as I've had some insights over the past week that I feel it important to share. I'm not sure how to approach this blog best as I have little experience with these sorts of things so, if this post is somehow wildly inappropriate then let me know. I'll take it down. I feel like this medium is a form of expression with a little bit of wiggle room and as a chef blog (I'm a chef) this may give you some of the meat of our real lives and let you know that we're not just food jockeys. We emote.
One of the best things about having a mind rooted in the fertile soil of positivity is that no matter what happens, you can always see the beauty of it and you can always find something of value. No matter what. It is one of my many blessings in this life, for which I am extremely grateful, that I am surrounded by these positive, pro-active people. When things look glum and I'm facing potential crisis (plural?), these people give me the perspective I need to see through the smog of doom and gloom that minds can so easily create. The longer I'm alive, the more of these situations I seem to come across and perhaps one day I will find the key to creating that perspective more immediately. Heaven knows I offer it to all manner of people around me whenever I can. Sometimes its hard to take your own advice? Anyhow, it feels great to have gratitude in any form; as long as it lives at the core of your being, you will remain free.
Beauty is reality.
Those freckles. God's contribution to her subtle perfection, slightly twisted lips and the muddled scent of our blessed morning. Beauty is the shape to which my hand conforms and its tender confirmations. Beauty defies comparison. It is boundless and timeless wherever and whenever it may be found. Beauty is a gracefully opened hand of familiar form, a nurturing palm and a steady gaze. Least of all does beauty expect or proclaim neither provision nor action. She arises like the thoughtlessly shining sun. Reaction-less she reflects all she receives, like the moon without effort or desire. Like a prism she absorbs the harshest beam and diffuses it into a sparkling floral array. She is this way on her innermost shore.
Value is clarity.
There is no common value but value through virtue, which is the least common on the shore. Value is not a glistening steel reflection or a gemstone's turn and polish. It is not the flickering ticker of the world's economic straw man. Value is the shape of her hand and its subtle channels intended on their targets. By its nature it defies expectation because it is boundless and timeless, giving itself wherever and whenever it may go forth into the world. It is formed and passed by an opened hand, by and honest and gazing eye. Value has shed its proclamations. It only acts silently, thoughtlessly, pursuing without competition or comparison, seeing its own innate perfection reflected in the mirror of Creation. Inside and out. Bones to skin. On the shore.
I can see the vast universe of beauty and value scratching at her surface, like so many of us. What a struggle to deny ourselves such a gift as realizing our own beauty and value. I express boundless and timeless appreciation for this amazing experience of love and life. I have a newfound admiration and respect for the Malaysian and Australian cultures. I have some of the best memories of my entire life thus far and a way to reference New York as maybe not such a hard city after all. With someone like that to share it with, even the harshest environs can become a paradise. But sometimes the timing just ain't right and ain't nothing you can do about it except keep moving and be grateful for the gorgeous gift that God lent you for the day.
These are the lessons that give me real perspective and allow my eyes the freedom to perceive her real beauty and her clearest, deepest value. She will always be an incredible being and I will always honor the place within her where she and I exist eternally, at peace with our source. Thank you, Doris. Namaste.