Your Eyes Blaze Out

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Gerhard Richter

Fiji - 1996

Old love notes.

Kissing shadows

I’ve met with your shadows, and I don’t mind them

we all learn to dance with devils somewhere along the way to heaven

you’re not a fallen angel but everything about you feels holy

even the parts you cast away, I’ll take it

I’ll kiss the insecurities ‘til your naked

your love could never hurt me

not when you’re the one I prayed for when I was young

someone must have listened

maybe I’ll meet them one day

I see it as the trees wink at me, the universe knows something

they know I need your light

from sun to midnight

as we grow towards each other like flowers

finding their hands, don’t fall

over, I’ll help you stand

hush, I’m right here. Simply ask

our love can be slow, but my heart

my heart is

fast.

Christi Steyn

@ombre-ame

Nov 11/24

Joseph Ford

Via pinterest

find me before I sleep .for I am too weak to walk across the ocean deep    ©ღk

(of unknown provenance …)

guessing garnet

~ Gold and Gray ~

♥️.

Office

Found on pinterest

Old maps, old books, weathered leather:

What office looks any better?

Me: "I don't often cook but I'm going to quick look through my mom's recipe cards and see if I can find that specific recipe"

Me, 15 minutes later, sobbing: "Love is stored in handwritten recipe cards"

No but for real. Handwritten recipe notes like:

"Kenny's Favorite" "Bake for 45 minutes BAKE FOR 35 MINUTES" "This is from Suzy, back when we lived in St. Louis!" "VERY GOOD!!" (this card had oil stains and ancient bits of dough stuck to the back of it) "Great for dinner parties, can be made ahead of time" "Add some vanilla" with an additional note in different handwriting, "2 tsp vanilla" "I use butter, but Grandpa Rudy uses lard" "Love you! Gramma Emy"

Seeing the handwriting and messages from those no longer with us, or people who I haven't seen for a decade, or even people I never knew but who clearly shared in loving the same people I do - there is an inherent love in sharing food, and personal recipes are a way of saying, "Here. I can't always be with you, but I want you be able to eat well. I hope this food will keep you as happy as you were when I made it for you." And they remind us of all the people who have ever made or shared those meals with us. And love is stored in handwritten recipe cards.

At my church and in my family, we have a tradition of giving recipe cards as wedding gifts. They’re great. Some are written slap-dash, as if the person has done it many times. Some are written meticulously, with some obvious restraint of explaining why things are so specific (“Butter - Land of Lakes”) and some are literally a cookbook clip-out taped to a card.

When I first made Mrs. Martha’s pound cake for thanksgiving, she pulled me aside and told me that I would be on pound cake duty when she couldn’t. I begged Mrs. Joyce for her chocolate chip cookie recipe only to get a clipping of some plastic Nestle packaging and a threatening note that if I ever spill the secret I would find myself in a shallow grave.

Love is stored in hand-written recipe cards.

Flicka med basker (Girl with a Beret)

Helene Schjerfbeck