The Path of Affirmation

“Our doubts are traitors

And make us lose the good we oft might win

By fearing to attempt.”

~ William Shakespeare


.    .    .

“Is it my good I seek to gain or the good I can do for others?” she wondered (to herself.)

“Why do I withhold?” she wondered (aloud), “from anyone?”

“From… me?”

In either case, her indecision implied uncertainty, and that certainly wasn’t her intention.

When had she become so indefinite?

That implication, along with discovering that someone else was able to describe exactly how she felt (400 years earlier),  made her feel less special.  And yet… more special.

There was no one else like her on earth.

But… was she so different from the rest?  Not really.

Her sum total life experience was just another set of emotions — perhaps articulated less eloquently than the Bard — but worth listening to nonetheless.

(Whether anyone else heard her or not.)

Shakespeare she wasn’t, but she had something to say.  And cook.

Comforted by that thought, she squared her shoulders and decided (once and for all) that life was too short to be timid.

Then… she set about cooking what she wanted to eat.

And she savored every morsel.

Never be afraid to speak your mind.  (Or cook for yourself.)

Even if it means making a separate meal.

When your words — your art — your music — your food — touch one life (especially your own), it’s worth the risk.

Doubt in the kitchen keeps you from effectively serving others.

Eat what you want.

Enjoying culinary revolutions revelations,

~ Kim

23 thoughts on “The Path of Affirmation

    • Shary, I learn so much about cooking… life… me… in the kitchen. You’re right, it applies to more than just culinary pursuits. Somehow I end up writing between the lines, and it took a writer and an artist (you, and Kathleen, above) — to point that out to me. Thank you for your keen observations!

  1. “Comforted by that thought, she squared her shoulders and decided (once and for all) that life was too short to be timid.

    Then… she set about cooking what she wanted to eat.

    And she savored every morsel.”

    Oh how I love these words. I have been out of town and missing my kitchen. Today I plan to prepare a big pot of minestrone soup. Food for the soul. I love it that the forks are back. ;)

    • Oh, Sue Ann, minestrone sounds divine! My hubby is AWOL a week at a time these days and a soup of that stature would nourish me for days… Thanks for noticing that the forks are back! :)

  2. Dear Kimby,

    I love the quote from Shakespeare and your artistry with words … so beautiful. Perhaps she savoured “every” morsel? The fork is a great metaphor for indecisiveness and doubt too isn’t it ?! Love your black and white photography which reminds me I should try and attempt taking more of these type of beautiful photos. Thanks for sharing your beautiful thoughts.

    • Chopinand, I’m usually a stickler for proofreading and “every” escaped my notice. (Thanks for the hint!) Hadn’t thought about the fork being metaphorical, but that’s a great observation… although I’m partial to those big steak knives you featured recently, too! ;) Looking forward to more of your sublime food photography, in color or B & W.

    • Laughter is good medicine, Catherine. In fact, I just shared your Cowboy Boots & Underwear post with my hubby and both of us are grinning from ear to ear. :) Glad to hear you’re cooking for yourself, too!

  3. Kim – So that’s what it’s all about – poetry! Hmmmmmm – I thought that quiet guy who lives with you spoke up about what was on the menu and you took umbrage! Here’s hoping he always enjoys eating what you enjoy eating – and cooking!! (\/)

    • Marian, so glad to see your comment! Food (as far as The Man Of Few Words is concerned) is something he consumes to survive — when he thinks of it…! (He eats anything and everything I cook — IF he’s so inclined — but it makes no difference to him whether it’s gourmet or “grub.”) As for me, food is more than just mere survival. It’s an art form. Music. A dance. An extension of God’s grace…

      No umbrage involved whatsoever… just a girl in a kitchen in Oklahoma rebelling at the thought of “Cowboy Beans” for supper. :) I love to cook for the ones I love… but I’m learning to love to cook for “me,” too!

  4. Kimby…you always write things that speak to my soul and spirit…not knowing when to expect your posts, but realizing when I open my email that I’ve got a gift awaiting me, and it’s always something that ironically I ‘need’ to hear and need to read…you are a sage, soothsayer, no, just a damn soulful woman who’s sharing the adventure w/so many of us…your Boho spirit is infectious! xo Ally

  5. ahhhhhhh… such poetry! yes, YOURS… and the bards, well he has his wisdom. LOVE that quote…. and, more importantly, LOVE this Jewel of YOU and your reflections, weaving the whole tapestry of life into one grand design. Yes… going to chew on this one for a while… and digest.
    “When your words — your art — your music — your food — touch one life (especially your own), it’s worth the risk.”

    Love your writing, Kim! and… your exquisite imagery.

    • Kathleen, thank you! I was sitting here contemplating what I was hungry for vs. what was “available” — (or about to eat) — no surprise, ha!

      I so often “settle….” Convenience? Laziness? Indecision? (Food for thought — and blog posts.) :) Glad it touched a hungry part of you. Off to bed now… after I eat a baked potato. :)

      • Yes… methinks if I fed me for ME rather than what others need to eat, my palate and my appetite might awaken again! Unfortunately, I settle when it comes to food. Though I do eat healthily. Yet writing such as this? with its imagery? music? ardent efforts with my different forms of ART… now THAT I don’t settle for! So perhaps that is nourishment enough. And perhaps being feeding myself so richly on these levels, leaves little to hunger for? Not sure. Still mulling that one over. Though methinks in YOUR kitchen, I new culinary appetite would emerge!

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