I was up early this morning and got the kitchen cleaned up from the Super Bowl fun of yesterday. Made breakfast for Wiley and myself. I had a leftover venison chop and four boiled potatoes looking at me from the frig. If that isn’t crying “Hash!” I don’t know what is. I found a small onion, an egg and some parsley to complete my vision.

Well, not my vision but my Grandma’s. This was my maternal grandmother who came to the States in 1920 with my ten year old mother and two of my aunts as youngsters. She was shot at by the encroaching Communists and she said, time to go. She never bothered to learn English, nor I Polish but that didn’t stop us from communicating about the important things in life like food and Chinese checkers. When I was a kid she would come and stay with us for weeks every summer. And she was some cook and even leftovers were a dream. She always fed me this great hash for lunch everyday that was a revision of the previous evening’s meal.

So, now years later I still try and recreate her hash creations. And this morning I tried again and Wiley was impressed although it was just a rough facsimile to me. The hallmark of her hash was that it was always chopped so fine and this was way before food processors, at least in my neighborhood. I have tried and tried and never have the patience or the love to achieve this quality. And this realization that comes to me years later of my Grandmther’s love is what I am left with.

I have to switch over to talk about Terry Hershey’s blog where he mentioned me again. I am honored to say the least. Thank you Terry. You will have to read him at “Sabbath Moments” blogsite. Better yet subscribe and it comes to you every Monday morning. He has a great post today and he quoted Julian of Norwich who is one of the heaviest in my book. She was an anchoress, which was a woman that would live at the church and spend her days counciling and praying for others. This is 11th, 13th century, something in there.

The quote is a description of her meeting with God who is holding the whole universe in his hand and it is the size of a hazelnut. This is totally opposite from the “Carl Sagan vision”, which we are familiar with, where there is nothing outside of the universe. So read this quote below (I added a little) and marvel as I do. Go Julian!

“God showed me a little thing, the size of a hazelnut, in a palm of my hand, and it was a round as a ball. I looked at it with my minds’ eye and I thought, “What can this be?” And answer came, “It is all that is made.” (This is all the light years, stars, galaxies, nebula, black holes, sinkholes, potholes, bad roads, good roads, freeways, Super Bowls, hotels, bars, spas, neon lights, casinos, cashews, contenders, califlower, Californians, New Yorkers, jokers, jockeys, jobless, homeless, less less, billionaires, quadriplegics, little blue flowers, the wind, the snow, the hearth, the eggs and the sperm, the time and the space and the love in my Grandma hash.) I marveled that it could last, for I thought it might have crumbled to nothing, it was so small. And the answer came into my mind, “It lasts and ever shall because God loves it.” And all things have their being through the love of God.
In these little things I saw three truths;
The first is that God made it.
The second is that God loves it.
The third is that God looks after it.”

Julian of Norwich

OK, I am way over my 500 words that I like to keep these posts under. Yes, and have a walk in a moment. Thanks for being here, love, Felipe.