A Cool Platter of Cooked Shrimp

imageWeeks after my birthday gift in December, I used my gift card
of $50 to Whole Foods to have this amazing experience of
abundance when the other day I bought a whole pound of fresh
shrimp, cool & cooked, with a balance on that gift card left over
for another foray into food extravaganza.

“Look, I want to love this world
as though it’s the last chance I’m ever going to get
to be alive
and know it.”

That quote is from a Mary Oliver poem that has nothing to do
with cooked shrimp, but has every thing to do with Joy. When
I knew I could share this odd joy of the cooked shrimp with you,
I went looking for a poem to match the sense of aliveness that
having all you ever wanted of one thing was right there.

It takes only one moment of being in the right place at the
right time to know it’s possible, at no great cost, to find joy
in the smallest moment.

You’ll recognize it when it happens to you. The memory of
this got me up at 3:30 this morning to remind you.

always with love,
Mom/Mimi/Toni/Antoinette

……….Quote from the poem, October, in the Mary Oliver book of
poems, New & Selected Poems, Vol. 1, 1992.

 

 

INCREDIBLY IMPERFECT

I am thinking of my great-grandson Sal.
He is in a position to leap in his life. What can I say to him that I want him to remember?
I could start with this:

“How did this happen?

This incredible feeling/thinking/sensing/moving/joyous/painful/

doubting/wondering life —- what keeps it upright even now,

right now in this unrepeatable moment

that is already going, gone? No answer to that,

merely the gasp of the breath as it moves in and out,

and the pleasure of knowing

that we are here and not elsewhere.

Better to taste it now, then, this life

that we have,

than to defer it to some future that may never come —–

however imperfect it may seem to us in passing. For,

as Leonard Cohen says in one of his songs,

— there is a crack, a crack in everything
that’s how the light gets in.”

…………..ROGER HOUSDEN, from his book, “Ten Poems to Change Your Life Again & Again’. 

I have seen that light in Sal, and the cracks through which seep Sal’s unique perception and way of expressing what he sees.

from my heart to yours,

Mimi/Mom/Toni/Antoinette