Monday, 10 July 2017

A Dreamy Feast....and What of Death?



Curried carrot and cauliflower soup....


 green humous, cashew courgetti, and mango hemp seed sauce and  salad...


banana, raspberry ice cream with cashew coconut cream.

A totally raw, velvety smooth, packed with flavour, Sunday lunch made in a hugely powerful, but very noisy blender called a Vitamix -  borrowed from a friend who showed us how to use it to make this dreamy feast.....
a vegan lunch at my sister's farm  to welcome our brother home from Fiji. He's visiting us for six weeks before I and my 2 sisters visit him in his spiritual community in Fiji in mid August. The trip of a lifetime which is taking up my thoughts these hot summer day.



 In my kitchen - the gift of long stemmed Hidcote Lavender and crocosmia from the garden of a dear friend who came to visit on Friday.


The cake I took for supper to share on Saturday night in the balmy air of  a friend's beautiful peaceful garden. It's a coconut, almond cake baked with the leaves of a lemon scented geranium, drizzled with a glaze of honey, lemon and and orange blossom water. A very simple, tender sponge  - just eggs, sugar and ground almonds. I experimented with the coconut addition....could be a re-placement for my ubiquitous lemon polenta cake.


English lavender in memory of my mother who died on this day in 2008.

I've been a melting, watery jelly for several days.....Robin everywhere.

This is what Kahil Gibran says in reply to  And what of Death, Master?

You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
..........
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.

For life and death are one even as the river and the sea are one.

.............

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt in the sun?

And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain top then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.



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