The email read that all leafy greens are infested with bugs and bugs are not kosher so other greens should be eaten. Don’t even try the leaf ones because you’ll fail. Because they all must have bugs. Because it no longer applies to wash and check the leaves and if you see a bug, get rid of it in the sink. Because we live at a time when excess is affordable, even though rumor has it there’s a recession going on.
I tried to be religious for 10 years, which is a pretty good run. It didn’t stick for me, like bugs to a leafy green, so today I look at the question before me and decide how I feel and what is right and choose the best course of action for my situation. It’s working out ok. In fact, it’s pretty great.
Life is good and I cherish the moments. Maybe even more than when I was checking off rules and ways of doing things.
The assumption that all of anything is identical is ludicrous. You know that. And anything to an extreme loses its semblance of sanity. You know that too. So why persist?
The leafy greens grow in the fading sunlight and warm air sailing through an afternoon. They have vitamins, minerals, fiber – all the things our fat nation should be eating. But oh there may be bugs hidden in the folds of the leaf.
And some would say there’s no sense even taking a look because what would happen if there were not, in fact, any bugs at all hiding in the crevices? What then? Would you actually be able to add something new to this moment?
My weekend past was an exercise in exploration and discovery with an element of relaxation, too. It was Indian Summer full-fledged with bacon for breakfast. Brick buildings trembled in their streetfronts.
The children were happy. And last night, back in their comfortable beds, they slept easily and well.
The morning rises dark but prescient. A week of gratitude unfolds. The violin strings quiver. In the kitchen, dough rises. Some religious folks say the rising represents arrogance – it’s a story they tell for the spring holiday. Metaphor is everything.
But the other 51 weeks of the year, it’s the dough they seek to start their meals.
Last night, as the plane descended over Detroit, Asher looked out the window and motioned me closer.
“Look Mommy! It’s so beautiful – the city lights,” he said.
“Yes. It really is,” I replied. “On the ground, it sure doesn’t seem so beautiful, does it?”
He shook his head.
It truly is all about perspective.