Cooking In The Kitchen

So for the past week, I have been cooking in the kitchen.  It's not my kitchen, somebody else's and it's super nice.  Big marble chopping block, a wolf stove (damn those burners hit up fast, a far cry from my ancient electric stove), a super sleek stainless steel fridge that glides open and windows above the sink where I can overlook the beautiful garden as I do the dishes.  It's a slice of heaven and it's mine for a month.  I haven't left this haven except to go to the grocery store and buy more food.  I'm on a budget so no eating out for this girl that aims to be in a bikini by July 4th.  It's working.  With all of these home cooked yummy morsels and garden fresh leafy greens (I walk to the vegetable garden every morning barefoot and pick red leaf lettuce and fresh basil!) the hourglass is shaping up rather nicely.  The curves only work if you rock the waist and I'm about to spring her from frump central very soon.  It's been a while since my bellybutton ring has seen the light of day.

It's turning out to be quite a lovely summer.  I am taking it easy.  Not scurrying around like I always do.  I am trusting that everything will work itself out and I will be just fine.  I dwelled in the world of the timid for a while and it was like wandering around in the desert.  Everywhere I turned I hesitated.  It was as if I had heat stroke and I was weak.  Sometimes I would see things that weren't there.  Reaching,  I would want to drink from a fountain that wasn't real.  It was only when I dug deeper into my courage that my story got back on track.  Melancholy sang its song and I now settle into life as I know it.  Just the facts mam, he said and I was made right again. The world is my oyster, it always has been.   I just forgot for a bit.   After all of these years in Los Angeles, I feel as though I am starting over.  I've stayed the course and I am getting my swagger back one day at a time.  My friends have helped me.  Faith is so pretty and wise, she wears flowers in her hair and dances in the sunlight knowing that her next step is the right one.  Bold is by her side, he holds her hand and looks to her when he goes, certain of his path.

Armed with my senses once again, I will swim, read, write, pray and think.  Think about where I've been and where I want to go.