December 17, 2014, Phoenix- I could not really explain to the befuddled police officer why I slightly strayed over the broken lane line, on one of Prescott’s main streets, this morning. I certainly wasn’t DWI- haven’t had a drink in 33 years, and I’m not on any meds. I was feeling a bit woozy, though, so his pulling me over, mostly, it seemed, out of boredom, was a good thing. I didn’t get anything more than a verbal caution, which nonetheless forced me to refocus on the here and now.
I bought the cookie sheet I needed, went home and baked 1 1/2 dozen cookies, made with spelt flour, aluminum-free baking powder, a cage-free egg, fractionated coconut oil,shredded coconut, coconut sugar (unrefined), fennel and lemon oil. The process of finding the cookie sheet, police encounter included, took one hour. The mixing of ingredients and baking of the cookies took 25 minutes.
I took the goodies down to a Red Cross luncheon in Phoenix. It was a well-catered, Mexican food affair, to which the HR director and I were the last to arrive. No matter; I missed the enchiladas, but had a good plateful of everything else. I also got to watch the latter part of a white-elephant gift exchange, always good for a few laughs. Once all was done, I offered my cookies to the group, as they headed back to their desks. Each one who took a bite said the cookie was fabulous. Mission achieved!
After ascertaining from the HR Director that nothing more would be done, vis-a-vis the position for which I’m applying, until after New Year’s, I gassed up and headed back to Prescott. This is the way of it: The tasks which I undertake might involve driving 100 miles, for thirty minutes worth of , or they might mean walking five minutes, and spending five hours at a small desk.
I’ve drawn the conclusion that it is all a matter of focusing on the what, the why and the who. The how usually makes itself known, in process. There is nothing too small or mundane, too grand or exotic. There is no one too obscure, or overarching, in importance. There is nothing too simple, or complex, in rationale. All tasks end up equal in importance, in the end, as all tie together to make this series of events we call a life.
I will, no doubt, make more cookies, before the week is out. There is another gathering on Friday evening, and before that, a friend or two to visit here in town. Each one counts as much as the other, differing only in the intensity, and nature, of our relationship. That’s how it is with a widower: Those who fill the world, after one’s beloved departs for a purely spiritual presence, are loved strictly for their inherent humanity. Ulterior motives serve no good purpose, and I have thus discarded them. In the ensuing bliss, green chili is as good as its red cousin and cookies flavoured with essential oils are a joyful contribution.