French Cuisine

When I briefly lived in Santa Barbara, California, and was pregnant with my eldest, I got to attend the city college where the open green looks out upon the Channel Islands’ Pacific Ocean.

There, I could plan anything from exploration of evolution on the islands, to Marine Biology and Ethnomusicology at the university, to film making and photography – even acupuncture in Chinese Classic Medicine should I care to invest the time and procure the funding to pursue these dreams.

I felt that I had happened upon a rare find of energetic synergy and that I was tapping into a source that could propel me to new levels in healing, creativity, and educational expansion.

Glorying in the feel of the cool cement parking structure and then wending my way through the mazes of campus rooms and buildings, I longed to dig in and settle deep into subjects of language, music, and art. I felt an amazing future opening ahead of me where I could swim in and indulge in Culture.

But, as my mind lulled into the sensuality of learning the piano, creating imagery with my hands, and fashioning exotic articulations from my mind and mouth, the world-traveled French professor’s luring us further into experiencing senses of capturing the essence of each moment catalyzed an epiphany.

I realized that I could not have this dream, yet. I was at a crossroads, and my choices must be sound.

I walked away from everything that made my heart, mind, and spirit personally satiated to embrace the souls to which my life was bound.

First, I must ensure that they could also have a bright future to look toward and be able to count upon.