|photo credit - Butternutrician.com|
While the squash was boiling in chicken broth I took the dog for a walk on this balmy 78 degree November night. The silky breeze felt lovely against my face and bare shoulders. A walk down the curved sidewalk and I felt the great desire to lay on the dewy St. Augustine lawn and look at the glittering stars.
The tiny orbs were abundant and bright. I tried to count them and noticed the familiar constellations. I randomly wondered:
If Orion unbuckled his belt, would the stars fall down?A sirius-ly odd thought. I had no clue where it came from. (I hear the reader begging 'Stop!') There's the little dipper, looking like the teaspoon I just used for curry. There's the big dipper that I will use to ladle my soup.
Oh, that I could rest here all night! By now every star was twinkling ferociously, like rubies and sapphires set in silver. What energy in those stars! A million leaping molecules making them burn and shimmer.
Surely some of that energy could be redirected to this tired woman facing the marathon cooking day of Thanksgiving. Squinting, I stared past the stars imagining the inky depth of the universe, though it appeared a one dimensional backdrop. Could I have a little bit of inertia God used to create the great expanse? Just a 1/4 teaspoon of the power He employed to speak it all into existence?
Pass the energy, please.
Back to the hot kitchen (AC out again) and my potatoes, green beans, stuffing, sweet potatoes, cranberry salad, and pies.
Just a little stargazing with my Turkey Day cooking, thankful for the strength to cook and love on my family this Thanksgiving.
|Daughter, April cooks her first turkey; all with 3 kids under 6. She looks perky!|