Tonight,
slicing ginger,
I think about
not thinking
about the news,
how I would then
sit down
at dinner
and look
around the table
at my family
and enjoy
this peanut sauce
on brown rice,
and for a while
I am two women
in one skin—
one who stews
about the supreme court,
one who thrills
in the hot pepper oil,
the way it blazes
on the tongue.
So spot-on. This is where I am too. Thanks Rosemerry.
My new theory, after attending a mindfulness class on stress this morning, is that the scent and taste provide a stimulus that allow us to leave the primitive brain fear response and re-invite us to the present moment, letting us re-engage with the prefrontal cortex and lean into intuition and emotional regulation
I might be making a lot of peanut sauce love to you, Drew,
Rosemerry
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Wednesday, February 1, 2017 at 9:53 AM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Paradox for Supper”
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Two burnings, here: stewing and hot pepper saucing. Is one external and the other internal, or are they both internal? I think they’re both internal, with the stewing being a deeper one, while the sauce (as you mentioned in your reply above) is more present, more of this very moment, hence overriding your stewing. Yet, no matter perhaps, for we do indeed, “contain multitudes.”
Of course, I love your thinking about not thinking. (“Power to the paradox!”)
Finally, methinks you have the beginning of a metaphor, with peanut sauce.