The Art of Welcome

I didn’t think we’d have company.  It looked like my friend who was flying out the following day would not be able to come by the house for a final dinner farewell.

I got into Sunday morning spring cleaning anyway.  With full days, I choose one cupboard at a time.  On this morning it was beneath the kitchen sink.  Pear-scented, eco dish soap and lavender counter top cleanser got organized with fresh sponges.  I wiped down surfaces with environmentally-friendly insect spray, its scent of peppermint, rosemary and clove, wafting up from under all the pipes.  With the botanicals clearly represented, I shut the cupboard door with a satisfaction in knowing there was order in a space that’s seldom seen.

And who cared if I wouldn’t have dinner guests.  My kitchen cabinets were getting clean.

By 3pm I get a call and the dinner party’s on.  Jeb and I will have company after all.  Too late to start the big pot of soup I had been planning, I get anxious on what to feed everyone on late notice.  What do I have time to make?  How many people are coming?  Will there be enough?

I’m able to laugh at my insecurities as a hostess but can’t quite shake the feeling.  I had called this gathering together and then was having second thoughts.  I make a quick run to the store in town and come home determined to stay relaxed and have fun.  Remember the reason for my initial invitation – to send a friend off with good wishes.

Jeb has made a sign to post on our front door.  As he double checks the spelling of the word welcome, I soak in the letters with fresh perspective.  Well come.  The simple statement of inviting well-being.

Just as the olive tapenade is finished, everyone arrives as if on cue.  Friends file through our doorway with full hands.  A huge bag of fresh cut basil.  A box of food – sushi rolls, a steak, gourmet popcorn, salmon, asparagus, mushrooms.  To think I was afraid there’d be no food!

We feast on raviolis with garden pesto, kale salad with curried beets, roasted vegetables and fish cooked on the grill.  For dessert it’s vanilla ice cream with olive oil and red-clay salt.  Chunks of dark chocolate with cherries and chilis.  We look at one another with affirming eyes and nods.  What a meal!

From nothing, came something…and more.

In the land of the luau I was reminded.

Welcome!

A Certain Slant

I’ve been watching it build a bloom for weeks.  The orchid on my shelf beside my shower.  I’ve come daily to warm cascading water, where I shampoo and follow the evolution of round, white petals, swelling with promise.

And then one day, surprise!  A delicate flower has unfurled, completely open to the world in full potential.  Beautiful in its delicacy.  Testament to certain destinies fulfilled.

For days after the opening, I’ll gaze to its arching profile, as it faces open air at the end of a long, thin stem.  I’ve been smiling quietly to myself in a love for flowers.  Intricate blossoms gracing days of rare occasion.

I thought I’d been looking.  I really did.  But yesterday evening I realized, I’ve only been partly seeing.  My hand reached out to the orchid pot, giving no more than a quarter turn.  Suddenly a new angle revealed.  The flower faced me fully, revealing even more beauty than I had known was traced inside its feathered petals.

Ahh.  How just the slightest tilt can show a whole new world.

photo Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved

Right on Time

the mind is
confined
to an alphabet
trying to express the essence
of a feeling

limited
to an illusory line of time
a flat world
of past and future

really
there is only now
in all
its multi-dimensional geometry
a present
we cannot yet fully receive

grateful for what i can glean
I am a curious reporter
asking questions
taking notes
feeling sensations
passing through thresholds
delving in realms
not yet defined
by curving letters
or ticking clocks

courtesy of wikipedia - unknown artist