Butterscotch

I used to like butterscotch.

You know those individually wrapped candies that are often found in the candy dishes of old people.

My grandmother used to keep them in her purse and I always loved it when she would give me one.

I think that I like them because all of the other hard candies were not individually wrapped; they seemed old and worn like their keepers.

Sometimes you would grab for one of these candies and the whole dish would join them in their escape. Somehow they always managed to stick together. Perhaps it was the moisture in the air.

I think I will quietly sneak out of the house and find an establishment that is able to make a good old fashioned butterscotch sundae. With the whip cream and cherry on top.

Never mind, the feeling has passed.

When was the last time you had butterscotch?

Doughnut Bags and Circle K

FOLD DOWN TOP TO HELP KEEP BAKED GOODS FRESH,

AS AN ADDITIONAL SERVICE TO OUR CUSTOMERS,

YOU CAN REUSE THIS BAG AS A LUNCH BAG OR

FREEZER BAG AND IT REPELS “SOAK THROUGH.”

Life’s Hidden Message

Morning coffee

Grab a doughnut

Monday morning has arrived…

Just so that you keep it simple

Fold it in and keep things fresh

Morning coffee

Grab a doughnut

Tuesday morning has arrived…

Fresh baked goods on the agenda

Cinnamon with soft warm icing

Morning coffee

Grab a doughnut

Wednesday morning has arrived…

Fill the tank and wash the windows

Customers wait for your service

Morning coffee

Grab a doughnut

Thursday morning has arrived…

Things half done enter awareness

Finish now or put away

Morning coffee

Grab a doughnut

Friday morning has arrived…

Twiddle thumbs and dream of sleep

Make your escape, the work will keep.

Sweet Grass Sundays

The Mesa Storytelling Festival was a brilliant gathering this year, as always…but a funny thing happened on my way home.

Instead of turning right where I normally would, I stayed the course until I heard the sounds of drums and laughter.

The drum circles were magnificent.

So many people traveled so far…yet it is the unnoticed events such as these that so very often occur in our own backyards.

This time it was not I who was paying attention. The universe just reached out, reminded me of places I had been, and gently asked me to stop and pay my respect.

Unplanned stops are often the start of a great adventure.

My daughter held my hand and I told her the story of her great grandmother. I explained to her the significance of the word regalia and that the representations of one’s culture, family, and spiritual quest are beautifully unique for each and every dancer.

She had listened to the sounds of similar drumming coming from my office as I put her youngest brother to sleep at night. It was even her idea to put stars into the night sky. Now it had a context. We smiled together and watched with wonder, with awe, with respect.

We ate fry bread with honey and powdered sugar.

She chose a bracelet that was beautiful like her. I chose some sage and an abalone shell.

There was no sweet grass to be found.

Do you have any for me?