No, the entry's not about mushrooms, but today...well. Let me backtrack a little bit. In the Las Vegas airport, we met a wonderful couple named Troy and Margot Brown. They're husband and wife, were in town for the Big Smoke, and live in Boulder Creek. Troy is the author of the Portabella Mushroom cookbook, as well as owner/creater of Califa Foods, which makes some very delicious sauces, several of which he sent Matt and Mom home with (which Matt then ordered for us). They spent a good hour and a half or so talking with us, and during that conversation, I remember Troy telling us how the word for the mushroom has changed from portobello to...portabella. The way he said it just doesn't translate in text, but it just sticks with me, and it occurs to me that Italian is a beautiful language. Porrrtabellllla. "Big and beautiful," he said.
This morning, it was foggy when I left for work, which was a bit unexpected. It's not as dense as it could be, but then, the dark probably mutes that somewhat, so I can't tell the true extent of it. Sharp edges are now soft and fuzzy--life through refracted light, almost, and it occured to me that I would hate life if my vision ever started to deteriorate, because I imagine that the fuzzy halo surrounding the traffic lights is probably what it's like to have blurred vision. In spite of the weird vision thoughts, but most of all, in spite of the dark, it was beautiful.
It still is, as I sit here at my desk. Across the street, the lights atop the buildings are surrounded in that same halo. The outlines of the trees behind them, usually revealed in sharp relief by the glow, are distant shadows instead.
Beautiful.
My commute is short, I was in the car for ten minutes, at most. Creed's Higher came on while I was in the last fraction of that--I got through the first verse and first chorus before pulling into my parking space at work. But the opening guitar riff was what caught me. I couldn't explain the tears in my eyes, the huge smile on my face, all I knew--all I *know* is that today...today is good, and it's not just the bonus I got from work, today is just *good*.
I am blessed. I have a wonderful husband and amazing friends. I have a business that appears as though it will do very well, once I finally get my ducks in a row. I am content, I am happy...I am blessed.
Life...life is beautiful. Big and beautiful. Portabella.
Posted by Liz at December 10, 2004 05:00 AM*grin* Wonderful entry. I like your LJ posts, but I like reading you here, more, because you tend to write longer pieces. But you're right - life IS beautiful...
Posted by: Melissa at December 10, 2004 09:17 AM