Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Roses and Baby's Breath
Sometimes I have to confess that as much as I love research, I find things that create feelings of intense anger. One of my supervisors used to say that only when we really did feel anger could we learn to channel that toward social change. After all these years of practice (and experiencing a whole lot of anger at injustice) I still wonder about humankind. So, as I was waiting for my car, I was finding more information than I could possibly process, and trying to figure out what to do with it in a useful way. I have been working on this piece of research for a while now, and just when I think I have a handle on it, I find that I don't. In one way, that makes me feel good about it. Sometimes, thinking we know something can be a trap to stop thinking.
My final stop of the day was at Fresh Market, which is the only place I can find the two brands of tea that I prefer. They had a mark-down rack of flowers just inside the door, and since I had finally managed to find time to clean my room this past weekend, I selected two of my favorites--baby's breath and spray roses. (I just can't seem to reconcile fresh flowers in a pig sty--or as my friend's young daughters used to call it, a "pig style.") I splurged on a $10 candle (a total contradiction to the research I had been doing) of tangerine and lemongrass, and hit the road home.
I made chicken provencal with fresh carrots and fresh Tuscan bread. The scent of the baby's breath and the tangerine/lemongrass are filling the room now. One last pleasure of the day.