Found on a walk – someone other than KWeeks also moves interesting pieces of wood around
My grandmother turns 102 in December. She was born during the Spanish flu, lived her teen years through the Great Depression, married a husband who left the day after they married for World War II, and is now on lockdown in an assisted living facility that has seen zero cases of COVID because they acted early and fast. She is lonely but resigned and waiting patiently for the pall to lift.
This poem today is for her. I think she might think it was pretty but not go much farther than that. My wish for her, as a person whose time on earth is closer its end than its beginning, is that she might be able at some point in the remainder of her life, see or hear something that kills her with delight.
Obvi, not literally. Good lord.
Mindful by Mary Oliver
Everyday I see or hear something that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for —
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world —
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant —
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these —
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?
So I have been avoiding words. Words like these ones right here.
And yes, I am aware that I just used the phrase “these ones.” #IBlameTheSouth
I don’t know what it is about words. I find them alternately an abiding comfort and a deep frustration. I have hurled them as invective, used them like a lover’s caress, and felt them/rolled them around in my mouth, through my heart, and on the page.
But sometimes of late words have [quite literally] failed me. I have said the wrong thing at the wrong time in the wrong way.
I have received hurtful words from someone I love, most recently unintentionally (but intentionally in the past).
Sidebar: They both feel bad.
It’s enough to make me clam up altogether, which I am getting especially good at. Seems easier to say nothing than to say something I don’t mean or that will leave a lasting wound.
“I am committed to speaking truthfully using words that inspire confidence, joy, and hope. When anger is manifesting in me, I am determined not to speak. I will practice mindful breathing and walking in order to recognize and to look deeply into my anger. I know that the roots of anger can be found in my wrong perceptions and lack of understanding of the suffering in myself and in the other person. I will speak and listen in a way that can help myself and the other person to transform suffering and see the way out of difficult situations.”
The idea is to monitor yourself and your words so that they are not harmful or rooted in anger or misunderstanding that will make things worse.
In short, “Seek first to understand, then be understood.”
Excellent idea.
Except we are all of us only human beings, yes? And as I like to [gratefully] acknowledge, this is a practice, not a perfect. I am still at the grasshopper stage, keeping my mouth shut and walking away.
But this is patently unhelpful in some situations where silence would only serve to deepen the rift or misunderstanding or hurt others, especially those who have had silence wielded like a sword in their past.
Which brings me to my recent connection of wabi-sabi as it pertains to humans. My particular friend lent me a book recently calledWabi-Sabi For Artists, Designers, Poets & Philosophers. Wabi-sabi is the Japanese philosophy/practice/way of life focused on accepting and celebrating the beauty of impermanence and imperfection in everything. That’s a thumbnail, but it gets to the root in a nutshell.
“Wabi-sabi nurtures all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities: nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect.”
Certainly true for the wabi-sabi qualities in humans, human communication, and human relationships.
The trick here is to determine if you are willing to do the work anyway, to acknowledge the impermanence and imperfection and love (accept) all of that anyway.
According to Wabi-Sabi for Artists,
“The simplicity of wabi-sabi is probably described as the state of grace arrived at by a sober, modest, heartfelt intelligence.”
This is a far cry from the passionate, loud, and impulsive words being hurled around of late, in my house and in the rest of the world. Wabi-sabi requires more contemplation and reflection and acceptance, but the last is hard to come by. It seems that acceptance is the thing that allows the words or the art or the love to flow.
I have lost many words of late. I don’t know if that’s a reflection of my lack of acceptance, but it is certainly highlighting my imperfection. Wabi-sabi is the fine line between something starting and ending, that moment when there is a shift. Maybe that’s what is happening.
So what’s with the crabcakes? How is this wabi-sabi?
Well, to start, crabs don’t give a fuck about decay and imperfection; they are one of the few bottom feeders that I will actually eat, mopping up whatever’s rotten on the bottom of the Bay.
They accept whatever is lowered into the depths at the end of a piece of cotton twine. Throw a ripe chicken neck off a dock and you will invariably hoist a few crabs from the murky depths.
In this pairing, they are also a continuation of experimentation in my kitchen, which is a good thing, and they represent a foundational element in my life. I grew up in Maryland, crabbing off the docks at Assateague as a child and picking crabs in someone’s backyard at least once a summer every year. When I am feeling at loose ends, it is a great comfort to me to come back to these touchstones in my life when I can reliably remember feeling at peace and without struggle.
So along with these words, here is some food for you.
Maryland Crabcakes With Green Papaya, Carrot, and Jicama Slaw
With Pineapple Vinaigrette
Ingredients
Crabcake
2 tsp. Old Bay
1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley
1 T Dijon mustard
2 slices bread without crusts, torn into bits
1 T mayonnaise
1 egg
Optional: 1/2 tsp Worchestershire (I am not convinced, but many would say this is essential.)
1 pound jumbo lump crab
Green Papaya, Jicama, and Carrot Slaw
1/2 cup green papaya, shredded
1/2 cup jicama, shredded
1/4 cup carrots, shredded
1 large jalapeno, finely sliced (keep some seeds for heat)
a handful of fresh pineapple, julienned
1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley
juice of one lime
1 oz. pineapple vinegar (recipe below)
2 oz. vegetable oil (or other light oil)
1/4 tsp. ground cumin
small garlic clove, finely minced
1/2 tsp. celery seed
salt and pepper to taste
Method:
Crabcakes
Combine Old Bay, parsley, mustard, bread, mayonnaise, egg, and Worchestershire (if using) in a large bowl. Stir well to combine.
Add crabmeat and mix with your hands very, very gently. You want the crab to stay in big, fat, delicious chunks, barely held together.
Form into something resembling a cross between a meatball and a patty. For ease, I greased ramekins and packed the meat in there. Place in ‘fridge for 30 minutes while you make the slaw.
Heat a generous amount of butter (couple tablespoons) in a heavy frying pan. Place crabcakes gently in pan and fry until they have a nice crust and are warmed all the way through (about four minutes to a side.
Move to paper towels until serving.
Slaw
Combine the first six ingredients (green papaya, jicama, carrot, jalapeno, pineapple, parsley) in a medium bowl and squeeze the juice of one lime to coat the veg. In a small bowl, whisk together the last five ingredients (vinegar, oil, cumin, garlic, celery). Pour over vegetables and herbs, then season with salt and pepper.
Pineapple vinegar
In a saucepan, combine 8 oz. white vinegar, 8 oz. of fresh pineapple, and 1 tsp. of sugar. Bring to a rolling boil, mashing the pineapple a bit as it boils. Remove from heat and let cool, then strain to remove solids and place in ‘fridge.
Recipe notes
I used GF bread, but white bread is traditional, or Saltine crackers. If using Saltines, use about eight crackers.
JM Clayton crabmeat is the way to go if you are buying it. If you aren’t going to pick it yourself, don’t fuck around with crappy crabmeat in a can. This is an expensive recipe, to be sure, so save your money if you need to, but do it right. Or, do what I did and eat rice for a week for dinner so you can afford to test the recipe. #LifesFullOfTradeOffs
Fresh peaches make delicious vinegar as well. Swap the white vinegar for white balsamic and sub peeled, chopped peaches for the pineapple and proceed as above. Much more delicate flavor.
Turns out, I hate cabbage and cabbage hates me, so that’s why none is present. If cabbage loves you and vice versa feel free to add it in.
If you cannot find green papaya at your local Asian grocery store, feel free to use cabbage instead. It will change the flavors a bit, but using a lighter-flavored cabbage like Napa cabbage should keep things balanced.
