Monday, February 22, 2010

Loving Monday: Chocolate Bread and Stripey Cookies

Shoes at the Inn

It's been almost a week since most of the flights were cancelled, except one little flight to Pittsburgh: the one where I met (Richard?), who works at Novartis, in the financial department.

(Here is the beginning of a long plea of forgive-me-if-I've-forgotten-or-altered-your-name-I-met-so-many-people-in-the-span-of-six-days. This coming week I will be sharing about my time at Geneva College and Jubilee... I do remember your faces even if I somehow slip with your names).

What does it matter that I met Richard? And that someone flew the plane through blinding snow? What does it matter that someone made the seats we sat in, or that another man refused to move his small bag from the overhead compartment so I could put my big suitcase somewhere?

And the pizza I ate that night in haste, due to a mixup about speaking times (we rushed from the airport to (was it Joe's?) and on to a group of waiting students at Geneva College).

How about the inn that greeted me late, with the promise of a clean bed, a quiet room, and quiche in the morning?

What of the all the presentations (six in total), one where I spoke of chocolate stripey cookies, and their potentially honorable place in the world? (a story from Alain de Botton's The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work.)

How about the (Slavic?) woman with a heavy accent, a tired face, and beautiful golden eyes (I told her, "You have beautiful eyes," and she poured out a brief story of the day's weariness. Later, I came back to a fresh room, fluffed white comforter, and I found her down the hall to say, "Thank you for cleaning my room so beautifully.")

And the chocolate bread? What of that? Special made by Raymond's, who took the order late at night (called in by a waiter who knew him and wanted me to have my chocolate bread I remembered from last year).

In the dualistic mindset Beckett speaks about, what of these things?

Raymond's Chocolate Bread

Shoes at the College Inn photo, Chocolate Bread photo, by L.L. Barkat.

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Anonymous Maureen said...

That 7th paragraph alone could be an entire post. It says it all.

11:40 AM  
Blogger Linda said...

I'm not participating in the Book discussion this time L.L., but I do love this post. It is a joy to see with your eyes (eyes the Father has given you) the blessings poured into our lives through others.
So refreshing and such a blessing. I have missed you!

1:24 PM  
Blogger Monica Sharman said...

Oh, that I would notice those things---the fatigue in a face, and the eyes, and the work of someone's hands, all the time. How you have immensely blessed people in your travels.

Now I'm off to look for that chocolate bread recipe I've always wanted to try.

3:20 PM  
Blogger nAncY said...

what beautiful light and tone of the wood in your first photo.

i like these little glimpses into your trip.

4:04 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

It sounds like you had a week of open eyes, L.L. Such a lesson for us all. Yes, what of these people, these moments of beauty? Would they be relegated to the lower plane by Plato and Augustine.

Because it sounds like they all were rich, life-giving experiences.

Life is not black and white. I love how you see the colors.

4:08 PM  
Anonymous Lyla Lindquist said...

Finding the Slavic housekeeper to offer up thanks.

I like that.

(Though chocolate bread, I would like some of that as well.)

How such things can happen in a lower plain escapes me.

Higher. All higher.

7:34 PM  
Blogger SUNRISE SISTER said...

Oh it's the little things isn't it? I can so relate to this sweet post. Thank you!

8:07 PM  
OpenID shrinkthecamel said...

Yes, what of that chocolate bread? Where can I get me some?

Glad you had a productive and successful whirlwind tour of Pittsburgh! Looking forward to hearing more about your adventures.

6:10 AM  
Blogger deb said...

I love this,
love seeing how you do , always.

I've been away, and it is wonderful to feel home in strange and new places.
And wonderful to come home, to the abundance.

3:16 PM  

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