It’s a surprise to realize I haven’t blogged in over a year … Just goes to show that sometimes the current is swift as we allow the river of life to carry us.

Today is baking day – the best day of the week for me. Tomorrow is market day. I put the satellite radio station on the music of Hildegard de Bingen and cross myself, asking the kitchen Virgin to bless these hands as I mix love into the flour and sugar. I’m not waxing poetic, I’m serious. The things I create come from the flow of God. I breathe in God and breathe out cake, or something for art’s sake. What a magnificent economy that the Creator would perpetuate creative evolution by making us creators too…that’s the flow I try to move in. How can it not be glorious when you throw in butter and chocolate – that feels like cheating.

It’s Spring and the iguanas are wooing. The sounds on the roof are dramatic and exciting. Large bodies are scrambling and power-lunging themselves with nary a care of the slope, pitch and slickness of the roof. The sounds make the dogs howl and the chickens jump and squawk. This energy charges the kitchen.

When I came up the steps to my kitchen on the third story, an iguana dressed as a dragon flew from the landing to the veranda wall and climbed the coils to the top of my freezer. Oh great, I think as I ponder that enormous tail and the pottery carefully arranged to adorn its top. I get the stepladder and with my face inches from the amorous dragon I remove as many clay pots as possible.  Already, he has swept off a lid and a ceramic ball.  Stuff I’ll save for a mosaic or mobile. Even the creatures are making stuff for art.

Where is St Francis when you need him – out mending a hole in the fence to keep the new chicks from becoming food.