Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Instructions by Neil Gaiman

Touch the wooden gate in the wall
you never saw before.

Say 'please' before you open the latch,
go through
walk down the path.

A red metal imp hangs from the
green-painted front door as a knocker,
do not touch it; it will bite your fingers.

Walk through the house.
Take nothing.
Eat nothing.

However, if any creature tells you that it hungers,
feed it.
If it tells you that it is dirty,
clean it.
If it cries to you that it hurts, if you can,
ease its pain.

From the back garden you will be able to see the wild wood.
The deep well you walk past leads to Winter’s realm;
there is another land at the bottom of it.

If you turn around here,
you can walk back, safely;
you will lose no face. I will think no less of you.

Once through the garden you will be in the wood.
The trees are old. Eyes peer from the under-growth.

Beneath a twisted oak sits an old woman.
She may ask for something;
give it to her.

She will point the way to the castle.

Inside it are three princesses.
Do not trust the youngest. Walk on.

In the clearing beyond the castle
the twelve months sit about a fire,
warming their feet, exchanging tales.

They may do favors for you,
if you are polite.

You may pick strawberries in December’s frost.

Trust the wolves, but do not tell them
where you are going.

The river can be crossed by the ferry.
The ferry-man will take you.

(The answer to his question is this:
If he hands the oar to his passenger,
he will be free to leave the boat.
Only tell him this from a safe distance.)

If an eagle gives you a feather, keep it safe.

Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; that
witches are often betrayed by their appetites;
dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always;
hearts can be well-hidden,
and you betray them with your tongue.

Do not be jealous of your sister.

Know that diamonds and roses
are as uncomfortable when they tumble from one’s lips
as toads and frogs:
colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.

Remember your name.

Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found.

Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped
to help you in their turn.

Trust dreams.

Trust your heart, and trust your story.

When you come back, return the way you came.
Favors will be returned, debts will be repaid.

Do not forget your manners.
Do not look back.

Ride the wise eagle (you shall not fall).
Ride the silver fish (you will not drown).
Ride the grey wolf (hold tightly to his fur).

There is a worm at the heart of the tower;
that is why it will not stand.

When you reach the little house,
the place your journey started,
you will recognize it, although it will seem
much smaller than you remember.

Walk up the path and through the garden gate
you never saw before but once.

And then go home.

Or make a home.

And rest.




Monday, May 6, 2013

Hummus in my salad.


While scanning through the refrigerator and thinking of what to eat for dinner  tonight I  realised that there's a variety of lettuce, bell peppers, lemon, sweet basil, alfa-alfa sprouts, cucumber and a small bowl of boiled kabuli channa or chickpeas or garbanzos (if you're spanish). The fiber-and protein-rich legume with a slightly chestnutty flavor is one of my favourites. I instantly knew that I wanted to eat salad. Maybe with hummus, not quite sure of how it might taste but I wanted to give it a try.

I quickly made some hummus. There was plenty for everyone, so I put it in a glass jar and stored it for later. I quickly chopped the veggies and put a table spoon of hummus on top, squeezed some lemon, sprinkled salt and pepper.The salad looked colourful and inviting! Took my first bite and boy it was good. I'll definitely eat it again. 


I'm going to experiment with salads and dressings. 

Moi.


 


 



Saturday, January 26, 2013

Oui,we!



















Left,right,left
You pick right,I choose left
You take things with a pinch of salt
while I passionately believe in what I do
I am a child of the mountains,the earth and wet soil unleashed by the rain
You are a free spirit, high on life and energy, with no strings attached
We come together as bits of glass and pebbles in a magical kaleidoscope.