Like Stone Soup
I went out in the garden and dug up some old stuff, chopped it into pieces and put it on to boil. There were leeks, chou rave, a parsnip. I added carrots from the bottom of the refrigerator. There was an extra parsley plant but I was afraid to put in the whole thing in case it was overwhelming so I used the roots and just a few leaves. Already I wasn’t sure about this mixture. I decided to add some kasha. That smelled a bit strange. When it was mushy, I whizzed it with the “zoomer” (a hand-held blender). With some trepidation, I tasted and it wasn’t too bad. As I turned it around on my tongue, it seemed to need something else but what? Maybe some butter? My husband found some crème fraîche in the refrigerator. Bingo.
This is a difficult time for me in the vegetable garden. Out with the old must be accomplished so as to then bring in the new. It requires decisions, action and the girding of loins. This could be metaphoric of life in general. Would the crème fraîche be our spiritual nature? That is what makes us something more than just the physical, of the earth, a thinking animal. If we do the work, make the changes, we can even conquer death.
“(When facing) death (and) hunger man’s tongue hangs down, his chin trembles; (but if like) the veprell he holds (to) My Lip, (he becomes) the brother, (he) drinks the Fat Water–It Which does not dry up–, (the brother) flies high (over) the grave.”
The Revelation of Arès xxii/15-16