Patty’s recipes (Loving the mother of your children)

Hey Gee, my generous friend, lovely to see you here & thank you. Yeah, that duality takes some getting used to, as long as you embrace the joy though, it makes it all worth it. You know I always come back to Kahlil Gibran on that one, the greater the cavernous hole grief digs in us, the more capacity for it to be filled with joy & laughter, of course that's my version of what he said, I can't remember the actual phrasing, I'm probably making it up, but it is true I KNOW it... & yes I feel blessed & extremely grateful, this may well be the sweetest chapter of my life though it has tragedy woven through it, we have to have the shadows to see the form. All of us have our tragedies, it often makes us so much more beautiful... I know I don't need to tell you that. I see you have been doing your home work... (chuckle) I am flattered. Oh yes, the rain is like liquid loving for the earth right now down here, though up North it is a deluge & there is much suffering from flooding, poor things, I hope you are enjoying the coming Summer over there, stay well & write more xxx~ Anni ~~~ "Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give -- which is everything." -Anon

Choices - sometimes are the hardest to make when we feel we have none (no choice). & we feel flung, discarded (how I know that awful internal ache) into the scrap bucket. What a joy to find later in some fertile plot of soil, the compost of our aching, when finally defeated, left to rot, sees us sprouting into sweet, sweet blessed sunshine, nurtured after all by some gentle gardener. Tentative shoots nudge through dark enclosing soil & flourish, succulent tendrils curl & seek a lovely winding interplay, finding peace in spreading unruly spring like growth, vigorous when nurtured constantly, propagation blesses itself. From the degradation of abandonment, the sweetest blooms push forth, the very process we fear the most, the breaking down & disintegration of one form, becomes the life sustaining nutient to bring the true flower, baring fruit into the gorgeous light of destiny's day, succulent & wholesome. Surely it would be important to have one's acts understood? Surely it would be worth the effort to do? I might easily be misunderstanding your meaning here, though I do so love your poetic puzzles. You leave breadcrumb trails I cannot resist following in your lovely lonely forest... I lost this trail, I think the birds got hungry, I got a little lost in the bush my fruit pruning friend. I wonder there still, I wonder if you have the time, would you come out for a walk to see if you could point me in the direction home? May your wild seeds flourish in the compost of your choices, I love the fruit of your garden, little blossoms of wonderful phrasing, blooming so unexpectedly here in this distant forest where the mists begin to descend now winter approaches. I catch distant glimpses of your sun dappled orchard, where you cultivate such succulent fruiting delights, sentences crafted gently with unfurling leaves that hint of fruit to come, but you keep the net down tight & I am just a stray bird that could not reach the fruit, you are so good at your job. So here, send me a little sample of jam to remind me of the fullness of the flavour, drizzled with Maple syrup & a dollop of King Island Yoghurt, just the tiniest few whisps of thinly gratedy carrot curling on the top... Do you know of these unruly things? Nothing so delightful as a man in the kitchen Craig, that sauce is good. ~ Anni ~~~ "Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give -- which is everything." -Anon

Thanks lovely Beki, They do love me, it's really nice, & they are all so easy to love. Patty too, though I have to admit it is not actually easy all the time I get anxious still about overstepping, & I think I am set off emptionally more just now than they are, by Patty not being there any special occassion or experience, they have gotten more used to it, but I just feel for them. We'll all get used to it I know. It was terrifying in the beginning, I was faced with the realisation that I would have to commit fast forever if I was going to have much to do with them, those kids did not need to loose another woman from their lives if they got attached & you know how quick I bond with poeple who are good & gorgeous. I think there was a moment I almost just felt it was too dangerous all round, & instantly I couldn't allow that because it was like condemning them without trial, & I think most people probably would, unless they just went in carelessly. I hated that thought... anyway, it's all moot, because I leapt & phew!!!! Well, not just phew, an amazing lovely unfolding. I was worried it was too plain, & might be boring, glad you haven't found it so, though I do want the truth, I think I am too close to this one to have perspective. Now you my winged one... you & your heart blooming perhaps? I hope it is sweet & gentle & true all the way. Lots of love to you girl xxx ~ Anni ~~~ "Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give -- which is everything." -Anon

Hi & thank you, I had meant to buddy you & forgot I think, I LOVED the work you did in the Feb or March comp & I have not seen much since. Cheers, Life is good ultimately huh! Great pic too!~ Anni ~~~ "Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give -- which is everything." -Anon