Peace Porridge Hot

Peas Porridge Hot, Peas Porridge Cold, Peas Porridge in the pot, nine days old! Today I made the second batch of Peas Soup in 9 days, this time with yellow peas, browned onions, curry, cumin, and yellow dock leaves. Salt and pepper added at the very last, because if you add it before it toughens the peas and makes it take longer to cook. This just took an hour to cook. It’s the soup fast food.

Slow food is the fashion now. Cooking from scratch with fresh ingredients, roasting and basting, soaking and mincing, things that take time to make, so that you can savor it nice and slow. I’m not fashionable then; I like my food simple and quickly cooked/prepared. Along with the soup was a salad with fresh picked dandelion greens, sunflower seeds, lemon juice, organic canola oil and potato salad with green olives. I love to cook, just quickly.

When I lived in London, I had a catering company called Panorganics Catering. I made lunch sandwiches and salads 2 or 3 times a week for the workshops held at the Eco-development where I lived and worked. It was all vegetarian and organic mostly, local produce was prioritized.

People would come from all over the world to learn about ecological architecture and living, and my catering was part of it. Pizza and quiche, rhubarb pies and fresh fruit, all arrayed on platters that were self-serve, with herbal garnishes, and flowers grown in our garden. People unanimously loved it, which was very gratifying. Even the Japanese people (no cheese!) and the French, who are so so picky. I miss that.

Now I cook for myself and my housemates, and they do a lot of cooking as well. They do more than me… which suits me fine. I get my hands in every 9 days or so, and then I pick all the greens. Wild greens. The dandelions are perfect right now. And the yellow dock is tender and sweet. Soon I’m hoping for plantain, mustard and perhaps some nettles for nettles soup!

When we think about this pandemic perhaps taking 18 months of our lives in quarantine, it feels overwhelming. The world is already so changed it seems, with some benefits, but so much heartbreak, especially with our front line medical workers. With national leadership in the US being inconsistent and inconsiderate, ill-considered and just plain ill, it’s very sad indeed.

Not once has this President said his condolences for the victims of this pandemic. There is no empathy from him for the families and loved ones of the lost. There are no encouraging words, only hopeful sqeaks that this may be over soon. But in our heart of hearts we don’t believe this man, who has lied outright and knowingly so many times.

We struggle to keep our spirits high despite having our lives so affected and our community locked down. Worldwide prayer sessions are being conducted right now as I write, and my heart’s prayer joins them, Webinar after webinar offer help for anxiety, stress, and ways to make money online, helping us to adjust to a world thank heaven tied together with internet.

As we fall apart, the internet holds us together: the relatively privileged class with computers. The older people who have resisted computers so far, are now doing Zoom sessions with their loved ones, becoming friendly with keyboards and screens. The internet providers are essential services, being kept at work while the rest of us dither.

Nature also has become our solace. My solace. Walks around the block and digging in the back yard are satisfying outlets that I savor like never before. On our window sills we grow sprouts and herb plants, awaiting this spring to warm a bit more. Flowers blossom filling the air with fragrance.

For me, it’s a familiar heartbroken integrity that I’ve known for a while now, with my family far away and often out of communication. Every breath is a prayer, my mind is filled with the possibility of miracles, of solutions. Every outbreath is my surrender to what is, my letting go of expectation. Breath in, breath out, filling my lungs completely, fully, and then letting it out completely. I savor the moment between breaths, when the mind is empty.

At the same time, I reach out to all of humanity with a concept: Triumph for us all, Victory everywhere for everyone, with communicating and peace-building – enthused, dignified energy seeking seeking seeking heart connections to our innate joy and universal wisdom.

When I move this prayer with my body, I feel myself expanding, my self expanding, my muscles extending, my posture straightening, my arms reaching beyond a comfort zone, pushing a boundary, for those minutes I am more than myself, and more of myself. Tight shoulder muscles uncurl, and I reach up, up to the sky, beyond myself, I’m channeling a power of the universe, a joy and wisdom that’s both of me and beyond me.

I will do this practice. I cannot know what’s ahead, but I know this feels good, and it helps me.

Yellow pea soup, yellow peace soup. It’s all good.

“We fell asleep in one world, and woke up in another.

Suddenly Disney is out of magic,Paris is no longer romantic,New York doesn’t stand up anymore,the Chinese wall is no longer a fortress, and Mecca is empty.

Hugs & kisses suddenly become weapons, and not visiting parents & friends becomes an act of love.

Suddenly you realise that power, beauty & money are worthless, and can’t get you the oxygen you’re fighting for.

The world continues its life and it is beautiful. It only puts humans in cages. I think it’s sending us a message: “You are not necessary. The air, earth, water and sky without you are fine. When you come back, remember that you are my guests. Not my masters.”

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