[an ode to all the wonderful people that have worked in our Freewheeling kitchen over the years]
I’m writing to you so that, in
the passing of one year to another,
one season to another,
your presence in my life will not go unmarked.
So deeply have I been moved
by those spaces of overlapping time
that we have spent
elbow to elbow at the kitchen sink,
aprons on and smartly tied,
Robot Coupe flying
under pressure of walnuts and feta,
taming of butter chunks,
pestos with herbs and nuts and beans,
hummous for days;
still thrilling to the perfectly timed,
batch of brownies
Side by side, we dug in the garden,
in the compost,
and picked black currants for weeks
hanging napkins and tablecloths on the clothesline
folding napkins and tablecloths
ironing napkins and tablecloths
and then washing, washing, washing
examining for stains, holes, fading, fraying –
only the best and brightest
for our Freewheeling picnics!
And the bleach…scrubbing coolers
and Tupperware, and the bits from
the Robot Coupe…rubber gloves wiping
our sweaty brows in the heat
Why is it, you beauties of spirit,
that I hear from you that
you loved these summer spaces
in the thick soupy-ness
of all the ingredients that make up
the ideal Freeweeling adventure experience:
the tried and true recipe,
with heaping servings of well maintained equipment,
liberal dashes of excellent humour,
more than a few pinches of compassion,
and the most gorgeous landscape of the world
under the amphitheatre of sky?
Yet, as much as there is pride in
the good work done,
this is life being lived in the now
of that soapy water, the black fly
swatted, the whirring of blades, and the scrape of
batter to pan, cooling rack to tin.
All the while, the blue skies
beckoning, the waves breaking along
the rocky edges
Summer was always with us,
and dreams a drifting mind away….
planning bonfires, bike rides, midnight swims,
and times together with our summer friends.
Thank you, oh beauties of spirit –
We’ve been sneaking into every Victory
square, every jar of salsa, every
loaf of banana bread
the secret ingredient
for success, for joy, for fun, for
adventures that remind us that we are
travelers together on this earth journey –
Yes, love – we put the love in.
You are forever welcome in my kitchen.
Happy New Year! Love, Cathy
December 31st, 2015.