Shirley bustles about the kitchen as turkey soup made from the remnants of our holiday bird cooks on the stove. Bleu cheese and aged Gouda, nearing room temperature, sit alongside a French baguette and a Napa Chardonnay sits chilling in ice. I can't think of a better time to shake up a fine Martini and give Thanks once again for the bounty of the season. I spin the Tantric prayer wheel and ring the singing bowl as I prepare to savor the moment, grateful for my life and its brief flicker in the face of the pensive awe that surrounds all things eternal.
A Tibetan singing bowl rests on its pillow beneath a marble goddess
November 28, 2012
Modesto, CA