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Home » November 2005
Monday, November 14, 2005
Life is slow

Life is slow at the moment. Things come and go like the constant ebb and flow of the tide.
At one moment I am bouyant, another I am tossed around with so much floatsam and jetsome and everything is so mixed up and crazy I don't know which way is up or how to breath--but it is always slow. Always waiting.
Even now, I await a printed copy of my cookbook. Wait. Wait. Wait before taking any more action. All the while I want to do. To BE. To create more and finalize what I have. Most of all I crave, but fear Upheaval and recognition for my work. I wanttobesurroundedbyeffortandpeople but then I don't. I shy away from the risks contact with the outer world will bring. The scorn and derision that always comes. But there is no office in that. No open space, creative flow, desk in the window light, 23" monitor and pressing schedule. No friends and all the baggage that entails. No meeting new people and forging new alliances. Do I press send again, and re-invite all those people who failed to answer the first invitation, or do I just leave them behing as I ride my tide? So much jetsome to my floatsom? Do I have time to chase after others and worry about their liking me or not. Yes and no.  More and less. Let the tide carry me out to sea.

posted by: ChefNeal at November 14, 2005 16:00 | link | comments |
island life, back pain

Sunday, November 06, 2005
Cookbook

Over on channel two the Podchef has released his new Cookbook.

Check it out.

posted by: ChefNeal at November 06, 2005 14:38 | link | comments |
cookbook, the gastrocast cookbook

Thursday, November 03, 2005
Happiness is. . . .

The wind driven salt-spray splatter is shattering on the shaking window in our rattling house. Wind and Rain and Wind some more. A trip to the woodshed has me soaked to the skin through coat and layer.

Happiness is a full woodshed supporting a roaring fire during gale force winds.

posted by: ChefNeal at November 03, 2005 16:37 | link | comments (1) |
island life