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Yetzirah

Sailing Along
Thu Nov 11 2004


It's dank and cold and overcast outside, but I have turned off the heat and flung all the windows and doors open. I'm cleaning out the cobwebs and dust and detritus of the last few weeks and it feels good. Even if my toes are froze.

Cleaning house is good for the soul.

It's good for the psyche.

I get back the feeling that "I'm in charge here." My little fortress against chaos is a tight run ship today. And the ultimate in domestic tranquility is about to take place....

Out in the garage, my wheat grinder is milling some rye berries to make Russian Black Bread. Breadmaking is the last word of defiance in an uncertain world.

An act of faith.

Homemaking Alchemy.

I will work my spell over the yeast and molasses, mutter a blessing or two, and a prayer that the whole mass will find some kind of harmony.

I will transform little grains of rye into dark, mysterious, full flavored bread, ready for whatever journeys lie ahead.

Maybe not as good as Elvish bread, but to be sure, it's closer at hand.

Stand back. Domestic Diva At Work!





5 Comments
  • From:
    Ichandra (Legacy)
    On:
    Wed Nov 10 2004
    beautiful zen presentation mon amie

    I am still thinking about yesterdays entry the defenition of doldrums I think it is really mind expanding to think about the etymology of words because it arrives at the root of out thoughts that are usually not visible

    when I said that I was at the equator I thought after hey I probably was my father often tells me stories of when he was sailing around the equator in the navy he has a certificate saying that he passed over the equator in wartime seas it has a picture of a mermaid on it for the sake of tradition and imaginative light play
    my father sang concerts in the navy he was a romantic
    and you know when you said that about the equator the equatorial winds and the light shifted in my mind and really I felt I was truly there carried by the winds of my mind to hereditary memory

    I will have to return to this post

    have a gorgeous day mon amie or I guess I should say you are having a gorgeous day
  • From:
    InStitches (Legacy)
    On:
    Wed Nov 10 2004
    Given that the recipe to elvish bread remains a secret of the ages, how do you know that yours is not as good. There is pure magic in every loaf of homemade bread fresh from the oven. The aroma fills the air and has the power to transform even the grumpiest of dwarves. The flavor sends one's senses into ecstasy. The partaker is infused with new found energy and the stamina needed to tackle the mountains that lie ahead. Now I call that powerful stuff! :)
  • From:
    Calantha (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Nov 11 2004
    Sounds like excellent therapy to me! I desperately need to do the house and cobweb cleaning myself as I feel the same way. Having things fresh and clean and in order do certainly seem to make all the rest of life go so much smoother.

  • From:
    Bookworm (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Nov 11 2004
    I totally love rye bread. I think I might buy some tomorrow, though I'm sure it won't be as good as yours. ;-)
  • From:
    CaraSusanetta (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Nov 11 2004
    Thanks for the lovely images. Nothing says autumn nesting more than baking bread. Ahhhhhhhh!