This is what my brain feels like some evenings after Priest Studies.

There it is, 2 fried eggs in grease....my thimble sized brain can barely keep up with the information coming in!  How the Lotus Sutra pulled it all together, why the 4 Abidings are also called the Brahma Viharas, and what exactly is the theory of Non-Reality and why do I care?

Sometimes, I'm just left sizzling in my own frying pan.

Sure, I jumped in.

And I'm not done yet.  There are many ways in which I never will be.  

So I suppose I could take this food/cooking motif and just say that, sometimes I feel wonderfully done to a turn.  Other times, I know the spices I dash into the soup are my special blend, I'm pulling whatever I can out of the cupboards, and it makes such a wonderful stew.

If I can't cook with the ingredients at hand, the bitter, the sweet and the sour, I'll have a hard time finding the stew satisfying--all I can offer is what I have at hand, in this moment.  That's it.  Sometimes it means I subsist on Little Debbie Cakes, sometimes I personally fry like two eggs, sometimes the stew pot simmers with sublime aromas and tastes, prompting exquisite dreams. 

Sometimes there's nothing much in the cupboard. Doesn't matter. I find faith in working with whatever is there.  I trust the process.  I find calm abiding. The bowl before me is enough.

Deep Gratitude to my Senior Dharma Siblings, Gin & T.J.

Gassho!