How to Cook with Your Partner (and Preserve Your Relationship)

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Cooking With My Partner

My partner and I love to cook together. Neither of us have any formal culinary training but we really enjoy preparing delicious food and we both love the challenge and satisfaction of trying new recipes and learning new culinary techniques. After many years of being together, one of our favourite date nights is cooking a delicious dinner at home and watching a movie in our living room.

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The Eye: A Poem by Kahlil Gibran

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 The Eye

Said the Eye one day, “I see beyond these valleys a mountain veiled with blue mist.
Is it not beautiful?”

The Ear listened, and after listening intently awhile, said, “But where is any mountain?
I do not hear it.”

Then the Hand spoke and said, “I am trying in vain to feel it or touch it, and I can find no mountain.”

And the Nose said, “There is no mountain, I cannot smell it.”

Then the Eye turned the other way, and they all began to talk together about the Eye’s strange delusion. And they said, “Something must be the matter with the Eye.”

~ by Kahlil Gibran
Excerpted from The Madman: His Parables and Poems

(This work is in the Public Domain)

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The Wayward Brothers

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My relationship with the Danbo Brothers has never been paternalistic. It was clear from the moment these two little guys came to live with us that, although we all enjoy each others’ company immensely, the Danbo Brothers neither wanted nor needed a caretaker. They immediately established their keen requirement for total freedom and complete independence. The Danbo Brothers have always come and gone of their own accord and, right from the get-go, they demonstrated that their diminutive size did not in any way limit them. I fully understood their need for independence and we have lived together in perfect harmony ever since.

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Poem: The Special One

 

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Goodnight Bunny

The Special One

I pulled up the covers
and had just turned out the light
when she spoke,
her voice soft and sweet:

“Am I special?”

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Love, Ed

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Death is not extinguishing the light;
it is putting out the lamp because the Dawn has come.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

Life and More Life

My father, whom I adored, died two years ago today. Interestingly, he chose November 11th, Remembrance Day, to move on to the next phase of life. He enjoyed a long, happy life knowing that he was deeply loved by his family. And although he is no longer physically with us, I must assure you that I am not saddened by his passing because—and this may sound strange—he does not feel lost to me.

I understand that there will never be agreement as to what does or does not transpire after we die—some believe that there is something more after we leave this body and some do not. And, while I have no desire to alter anyone’s beliefs, I admit that I fall into the camp that believes life is eternal—that our consciousness continues on in some fashion after we depart these bodies. Though I can’t say I understand how it plays out, I have an unshakeable knowing in my gut that death is simply a natural part of the continuation of life.

I was very close to my father, so when he died I wondered if I’d experience any signs that he was still around me in spirit—whether I would feel his presence around me in some way. And, yes, I can happily say that I immediately noticed many small signs, all very playful and humorous (my Dad loved few things more than a good joke). But the most powerful and beautiful experience came a few weeks after his death when my partner and I made the long trek to my small prairie hometown to visit my mother.

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A Poem: The Ant and the Pebble

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One day, a young ant sat upon a pebble
taking a short rest from his very busy day,
and the ant and the pebble began to chat:

“I am superior”, said the ant.

“I think not”, said the pebble,
“We are each of us valuable; without me,
you’d have nothing to rest upon.”

“That may be”, replied the ant,
“but I have many legs,
and I can move about freely and build empires,
whereas you, my friend,
are quite stuck here upon the forest floor.”

“Sweet ant,
while you have eyes to see,
you see so little.

Do you not recognize me
in the splendor of pyramids?
Or see me kiss the sky
with the grand towers of great cities?

Do I not clasp my brilliance
around the necks of beautiful women?
Have not thousands climbed my back
to touch the fringed hems of heaven?

Do I not frame every river and ocean
with such breathtaking beauty it causes one to fly?”

“Don’t be silly”, quipped the ant,
“None of that is you!
You are just a pebble on the forest floor,
and, I might add, one
with such delusions of grandeur
as I have never before seen.”

And the little ant took his leave, laughing.

“It’s all a matter of perspective”, said the pebble.

But the little ant could not hear.

 

~ madlyinlovewithlife
From my collection of poetry, Blowing Rings Around the Moon
© madlyinlovewithlife 2010

 

Image Credit:

Beach Pebbles, by madlyinlovewithlife; © 2012 madlyinlovewithlife

A Poem: Hot Date

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Hot Date

Beauty knows
her most irresistible feature
is supreme confidence;
that she could wear practically anything
and start a whole new craze.

Sitting in her boudoir,
she delicately powders her nose—
a dusting of dawn’s first light,
blushes her cheeks with fresh dewdrop of rose,
and feathers a single stroke of sunlight
above each perfect cheek bone;

does up some killer smoky eyes–
indigo sky with silver flecks of stardust,
dabs her neck with dots of jasmine-scented rain,
dangles the stars and the moon
from her luscious earlobes,
sprays her hair with morning-mist
and gets out her special occasion party dress–
a dazzling cut of the Milky Way
hemmed with fireflies.

She drapes over her shoulders a shawl for evening,
gossamer, spun from the finest spider’s silk,
and oh,
almost forgetting,
at the very last moment,
grabs the ocean,
strings it hastily around her neck,
leaving a wake of sun pearls and water crystals
as she runs out the door
for a very hot date.

And the whole Universe goes gaga.

~ by madlyinlovewithlife
From my collection of poetry, “Blowing Rings Around the Moon”
© 2010 madlyinlovewithlife

 

Image Credit:

Blue Salvia: Dancing with Light; © 2012 madlyinlovewithlife

Ode to Summer Rain: The Fragrance of Green

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Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth;
without rain, there would be no life.

~ John Updike

Rain, Glorious Rain

It’s the end of a gloriously rainy week and I’ve been out walking in the rain. I’ve been waiting for this—the lovely June rains have finally come, slowly seeping into the earth, splashing huge buckets of green all over my world. We’ve had a sublime week of on-and-off-again rain—what I call a perfect, nurturing rain—that beautiful, quenching, gentle kind of life-giving rain that soaks slowly and deeply into the receptive earth. At intervals, the sun came splashing through to highlight the beauty of it all.

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Springtime: Love Poems in the Air

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I watch you standing there
at the ice cream counter, ordering two sweet creams–
in sugar cones please–laughing and joking with
the gangly young ice cream scooper,

and suddenly I see you for real:

an eager little boy, standing on tip-toes,
fingers hooked fiercely onto the counter’s cool edge,
barely able to peer over,
eyes bright, unable to contain your joy, exuberance

exploding everywhere, shouting

yes please! to sprinkles, yes!
more sprinkles please!
A happy little sponge
extracting everything you possibly can
from this moment, wondering how will you ever
fit all this good stuff in?

I see you.

I see you standing there,
ordering us two sweet creams–in sugar cones please–
soaking it all up, still looking around for what more fun
you might wheedle
out of this moment,

when suddenly, your eye catches mine
and your joy pulls me fast and hard to your chest where
we collide, sparking a dazzling flare seen for miles around

though you are still paying, and I
haven’t moved an inch.

~ by madlyinlovewithlife

 

Spring is a time to celebrate life and love

I met my partner, my one true love, many moons ago. I was crazy about him then, and all these years later, I’m more in love than ever.

 

 

Two Sweet Creams Please, by madlyinlovewithlife
From my collection of poems entitled Blowing Rings Around the Moon
© 2010 madlyinlovewithlife

Image Credit:
Love Flare, digital art by madlyinlovewithlife; © 2012 madlyinlovewithlife

Rabindranath Tagore: The Stream of Life

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The Stream of Life

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.

It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves
of leaves and flowers.

It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death,
in ebb and in flow.

I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood
this moment.

~ Rabindranath Tagore; from Gitanjali (Song Offerings)
Nobel Prize for Literature 1913*

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