We have been enjoying a few picnic teas recently and the top photo is from a pre-dinner walk along the river this week. The smallest one of us always falls (or jumps? It always happens in that moment I look away…) into water bodies and this time was no exception. The other picture is of our much-loved beach that you might recognise from previous posts.
My project this weekend is to transform some otherwise undesired vegetables (daikon radishes in particular) into kimchi. A few months ago, the only Korean red pepper flakes for kimchi I could buy were in a 1 kilogram bag and were significantly reduced in price due to their imminent expiry date… which is now long past. But I am sure most of my spices in the cupboard are out of date and I am still alive, so I am determined to use this bag! Perhaps if you would like some yourself and live nearby, let me know and I will drop some around. Like 750 grams or so. ❤
We’re in the process of making decisions that feel big and like all decisions there is the consideration of what we will inevitably lose. So this poem is coming to mind a lot. Although, perhaps not one to give to the recently bereaved, I do find that it is an encouraging one to read before loss and way after the fact.
One Art, by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.