I am blessed with a lovely kitchen window which opens to a jasmine tree, standing between me and my neighbor.
The tree embodies as many seasons as Montreal has to offer: short-lived purple blossoms; dense long lasting green leaves; colorful falling leaves; and snow covered bare branches, at times decorated with long icicles, in the whole duration of our long winters. I guess my kitchen’s window is partly responsible for my cooking passion! What makes spending time in the kitchen all more enjoyable however is the bird feeder I bought a couple of years ago. It feeds many birds and it creates a world around it which feeds my soul as well.
The culture of ellipsis means you don’t finish what you want to say, it means instead of putting a verb in your sentence, you leave the reader up in the air.
The culture of ellipsis means you don’t speak your mind, that you don’t deliver your words, and that you assume yourself to be shrewd for doing so.
The culture of ellipsis is to quit; to surrender the space you are expected to fill, and to fail to shoulder the responsibility for your own ideas. Read the rest of this entry »
Good people and things never vanish; they just creep into my dreams once they disappear from my life (and they do that a lot!) That is why I must capture and share, even if only on the air, the remarkable instances of my world before I disappear myself: Here is the plan: two or three times a week, I throw in some or all of the following: edible delights I pull from my kitchen, magical scents and colors I cultivate in my flowerbeds; hopes and despair I carry along the way. Stay tuned!