in my own private heart
there is a heart shaped door
it's actually a cookie cutter and the handle
is in the middle like a cookie cutter
and i am inside
you can see me through the heart
i'm in my red striped apron with a wooden spatula
i'm singing like beyonce - no-
i'm singing like barbara streisand - no -
i'm alicia keyes
and i'm singing the new york song
i am roasting parsnips with garam masala
and the tree house smells divine
i look down
and i see that i have paws for feet
and i realize that i might be in a beatrix potter book
so
before i blink twice
i want to bathe in this simplicity
i want to walk on my paws
and pet my hairy self
i feel my face and finally
i feel those whiskers i knew i was made of
i mean the leo thing everyone has always talked about
and my hair
is finally standing up like the afro
i have always wanted
with no hair goop
i have the longest eye lashes
my eye ball sockets are so much bigger than before
i look around my kitchen and everything is
copper & wood
i have huge copper pots that make me salivate as a human
they hang from scalamandre fabric
from the branch on my ceiling
it's really wonderful in here
it's grounded and feels like life
i mean the one you read about
the one life that fits so efficiently (like copper)
in my fantasy ball, just feels so
good
warm
connected like abundance
with no guilt or heaviness
feels cozy like all the cashmere and its simple
did i say that already?
i look at my hands,
they are paws too
and nothing is inflamed
every finger is happy
whistling while they work happy
that happy feeling people have told me is
lazy
unimportant
not doing anything in the world
that is not what's happening
in my tree
in my kitchen
in my copper pots
feels like homeschooling and fabric napkins
the on-going fireplace
music you love
books you finish
it feels like time is
normal here
i am happy as a lion in my kitchen
no worries about low oil in the car
or
the million dollars of debt
that doesn't exist here
there is no room for it
it's actually foreign
it's the language of aliens
to this jungle
and that could be genius for me
along with those parsnip fries
*15 minute genius exercise from my writing class*
parsnip fries
*gather*
olive oil
garam masala
cinnamon
(add more spices if desire)
good coarse salt
parsnips
big bowl
wood board
good knife
baking sheet
oven on 375 - 400 bake
*rock it*
peel parsnips
cut them like fries
2 - 3 wrist pours of olive oil
some dashes of spices
in your big bowl
massage the parsnips
love love love
add some salt
you can use casserole dish
or baking sheet with parchment paper
throw them on the sheet
put in oven for 20 - 30 minutes
if you feel that they are not crisp enough
you can broil them for a few minutes
do not leave them or they will burn
also - check in on them every 10 minutes
move them around
give them a chance
to meet everyone on
the baking sheet
eat and enjoy
out of the oven
big love beauties
xxxx