List Item: The vegetarian Thanksgiving Dinner with chestnut soup, and ....
I am both bystander and beneficiary to an astounding event. It is Thanksgiving in Arlington, Virginia, in a cozy, little townhouse. Dinner is being prepared with no turkey in sight. This is Mary's day, and as usual, she moves about fluidly from task to task, recipe to recipe, amazing creation to amazing creation. I watch in awe. Mary is not a vegetarian, but I am. And neither are our guests. And by day's end, the love placed into preparation will excite the senses, nourish the body and mind, and stimulate the pleasure centers of the brain. And my soul will be warmed by love in motion. The memory of this most special day reaffirms something I've always known in my heart. Love when spoken, is never as meaningful, as love when done.
(Note: This is 7 minutes worth of writing and I didn't even mention one menu item. I wasn't trying to build suspense.)
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1 comment:
Frank--I love the last line.
These exercises are fun, yes?
Good work!
G
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