smoke

Last night I fell asleep on a boiling pot of turkey franks only to wake up moments later to a smokey apartment! Gee whiz!!!! I don’t even recall when I fell asleep or when or how I woke up. It was if someone came and lifted me up and carried me off the kitchen. “You know the smell was awful!” I immediately opened the kitchen window while smoke puffed from my now charred pot. As I watched the smoke I couldn’t help but feel helpless and stupid for letting this happen but I was reminded within those moments of guilt that by simply putting a top on the pot I would eliminate it’s evacuating and that it could have been far worse! This morning the remnants of the smoke linger. A lantern of Egyptian musk is now burning quietly on the stove in hopes of a renewed aroma. I am big on smell; senses being so keen. (sigh)...I was sober for the record, blood tox anyway.
Speaking of keen, as my daughter and I made our way down Park yesterday, we observed a huge branch broken from a tree. Looking intently at it, we saw it was a bad break. The North-east winds have been brutal over the last two days. Observing the limb, I grabbed up a fragment of it when I received revelation. “As I theorize, like a tree there are many extensions/branches of our selves,” but sometimes there will be times in our lives where we will be forced to break-off/severe ties; aspects of us/our lives have to die away in order for us to move forward and grow and folk that we have grafted into our lives must at times be un-grafted. I kept that piece of broken limb that is now dead; separated from its life-giver and it is now a reminder of yesterday’s revelation. Note though, the root of that tree is still intact. No matter the broken extension or graft, we are to keep straight on that well-lit path encompassed in shadows. Alleviating aspects of our lives that are no longer needed is indeed a natural occurrence; a dying to self, so to speak.

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