I've had quite a few of them these last couple of days. Some shakier than the rest. Take for example, last evening. I was cooking, and highly inspired. There were beans, okra, carrots, red peppers, Brussels sprouts, quinoa, parsley, turmeric, cumin, sea salt, olive oil, lots of pans and heat. I was in top form, my movements blending with the lively rhythms of a hot Flamenco CD.
Then all of a sudden, all hell broke loose. Things happened too quickly, and so, so accidentally... I, momentarily, placed a warm pan too close to a tiny clear plastic bag containing, crushed habanero flakes. The bag stuck to the pan. The pan made a hole in the bag. And I, well, was having way too much fun to notice.
I lifted the pan, and the heaviest habanero flakes began raining over the stove where they began burning and spreading their noxious fumes. The smallest particles however, chose to take a look around the house, and also, of course, into my nostrils, throat and lungs.
Needless to say, there was lots of coughing, a good half hour of it, too much sneezing, a runny nose that refused to stop running, a violated throat, and if you had knocked at the door, even an hour later, you too would have fallen victim to this unwarranted and mostly vicious habanero attack -kind of like how Sim did.
All windows were opened -a great idea, but I have to admit, it wasn't mine- and we vacated the premises. I was embarrassed, and rather angry at myself, for having ruined the evening -so much for countenance. Clearly, I had forgotten about the power of Om. But thankfully, Sim grabbed the wheel and calmly saved the day -or should I say the evening?
Long story short, a muffin and a cappuccino later, my bruised ego was feeling much better, and the Universe once again was as perfectly imperfect as it ought to be.
Be well, if even you can't spot the sun.
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