I was introduced to Norma by my dear friend M. We went for a girl group luncheon with S one day. Since then, my friend I, who also lives in its environs, enjoyed a meal there as well.
Last night, after Carol drove me to see her friend Ron on the jazz trumpet uptown, she drove down Park Ave to show me the sculptures the local Park Ave supporters put up. Where to dine?
Norma. Caponata and carciofi, divine.
It has been my experience that gratitude can be liberating.
A friend recommended I try the practice, and her advice was echoed on a few occasions.
Eventually, I indulged in some form of gratefulness.
Gratitude is an attitude of mind and a turn of the will. It really is a practice, as my friend told me.
My preference is veggie-forward plates. My stepchildren gifted me again with a vegan lunch. [Last month it was Le Botaniste.] I am delighted.
Today, I took my gift certificate and went to the uptown branch of PeaceFood.
The flavors in a seemingly simple sandwich are rich and complex. I know how difficult it is to follow a vegan regimen.
I watched our son-in-law learn to prepare amazing, exciting dishes from a vegan cookbook. He had a knack from the beginning.
The two restaurants are utterly different. Each faces its veganism with its own style and invention.
I wake up every morning with a thought or circumstance to share.
There are ideas or feelings, moods or opinions floating in the air. They come up, arising as I awaken. Sometimes pulling me out of the semi-sleep of early morning.
I am urged to express. I am encouraged to share.
It is life’s gift to me and a sweet awakening.
Perfect in its imperfection!
I have been searching for this word, and today, it popped up in the NYT Mini Puzzle!
I first learned of this idea in a pottery class.
An intentional dent or ding was the suggestion forwarded by my instructor.
I never did carch the name of the philosophy until now.
This concept isn’t just a construct for aesthetics and the arts.
It is how we should embrace life.
Perfect in its imperfections.
It is a balance. Perfect because of its imperfection.
It is an intentional contradiction.
All The Best