“This jasmine in the July night is a song for two strangers who meet on a street leading nowhere. Who am I after your two almond eyes? the male stranger asks. Who am I after your exile in me? the female stranger asks. Well then, let us not stir the salt of ancient seas in a remembering body. She was re-creating his warm flesh, and he, hers.” – Mahmoud Darwish, “Night That Overflows My Body.”
Straight up, Happy New Year! I’m here with a new recipe for Brown Butter Rye Crêpes with Whipped Chesnut Créme and mixed musings on meaning, intentions and fresh starts. So much occurred this year past, none the least of which was able to be foreseen – pure and achingly beautiful in life’s manifold unreliability and without fail uncharted timeline. And that’s the perfect part. Being able to live a life that’s in constant contention with the everyday.