A Weekend: Lost & Found

On Saturday, we popped over to the Winterville Cultural Center to meet May Pang in person. Gordon isn’t easy to impress. But a telephone interview with the magnetic Muse of John Lennon’s Lost Weekend left him squarely smitten. By Saturday afternoon, I was girl-crushing as well. After my own heart, she had an ease and lightness that was as subtle as it was striking. Certainly there are magnetic human beings who (all caps) MAKE THINGS HAPPEN. But her genius seems to be more about letting them. Giving them room to unfold. Hanging back a few steps to capture the - often - most beloved photo in her collection. Delicately teasing that it was John’s favorite because he was pleased with the look of himself in a turtle neck, cable knit sweater. Aren’t they all? 

From Winterville, I swan dove into the task at hand: a snack for the DNA Lunar New Year Party. Devils on Horseback! I coaxed a mixture (of shredded Monterey Jack cheese, diced fresh jalapeños, cream cheese, and hot honey) into pitted dates and wrapped them in applewood smoked bacon before roasting - covered - on low heat while I primped and finishing, uncovered, on high heat when it was time to skedaddle. Long story short, I’m now a two time Lunar New Year snack champion with no clue how to cook a goat. Much less a prize winning goat snack. But I suppose I’ll attain G.O.A.T. status if I can pull it off. 

Halllp???

As the winter of our discontent melts into a false spring that cannot be held back, I’ve tiptoed out a time or two. But most of my adventures, recently, have involved honing an inner agility. In each endeavor, I have flirted with a spiritual sovereignty that allows me to slow down a couple paces, get a look at how things are beginning to unfold, and record the moments as I see them. Much more clearly. 

You can never hold back Spring.