Six Word Friday: Connect

Words connect us,

they often do

transmitting my thoughts from me to you.

hands connect us,

linking us together

fingers and palms snuggled up forever

bodies connect us,

these intimate relations

binding us closer through physical sensations

hearts connect us,

channeling our emotion

providing a buoy in life’s ocean

love connects us

nothing else needed.

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Six Word Fridays: Move

We move together. Slow, quick, quick.

My hand in yours. You lead.

I follow, but you cannot lead

without my agreeing to the steps.

You pose a question in movement.

I answer with a corresponding motion.

In this way we conversate together.

You hold me close, but still

allow me room to spin freely.

We step, step, glide, pivot, turn

across the dance floor in harmony.

Weaving a path safely through, around.

You clasp my hand in yours.

The intention of your body funnelled

through your arms, telegraphed through fingers,

guiding us to the music’s rhythm.

My hand rests lightly in yours.

Neither’s hand clutches. They need space.

Tethered together by choice, by action.

A too firm grip ruins flow.

A too weak hold can’t follow.

“Spaghetti arms” can’t maintain a conversation.

The delicate balance between strong and soft

is navigated step by step, collaboratively.

Honey, would you care to dance?

Take the Lead Tango

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The Melting Pot: Cheese, Chowder and Gumbo

Cheese, Gumbo and Chowder

Let us consider cheese for a moment. I happen to love cheese. I will put in on damn near anything. It is often how I make myself eat my vegetables. One of the best things about it is how it melts and drips into the cracks and crevices of the food you put it on. If you were to put it on everything on your plate (yes, let’s do!), they would all take on a similar look and color (cheddar!) and become relatively indistinguishable from each other.

This homogeneity is good in this case. It’s delicious, in fact (no biases here). But if you are trying to maintain the separate identity and integrity of all the parts in the meal, then cheese is not your guy. Cheese is not sturdy enough to withstand the heat of the cooking process without changing form into something he was not before. Cheese needs to keep cool in order to maintain himself. Even if we are only talking about mixing different cheeses together, at the end they will all have blended together to one uniform color and consistency. (Cheddar!)

Perhaps instead we might choose to make a gumbo. I’ve never made a gumbo, but from what I have seen and read, the parts are made of sturdier stuff. They are, of course, affected by the cooking process. Maybe they are softened a little; take on a bit of a different flavor. But, you can see that they keep their original identities throughout the heat fluctuations and the simmering that takes place. All of the ingredients in the gumbo are equally important, but they are their own selves. They are separate, but equal.


Perhaps we should make chowder instead. Somewhere in between a cheese sauce and a gumbo, chowder has distinct parts that maintain their integrity and individual identity mixed with a thicker broth that is made up of some of the ingredients that have been added, but adds a little something special of its own. There is more of an emphasis on the blurring of boundaries between the separate parts so that they become part of the whole while still they are recognizably themselves.

Of course, whatever the meal, we can all take part in breaking bread together. I think we can all take a lesson from the research that shows that families that eat dinner together regularly are stronger with demonstrable improvement in children’s school success. If we sit together for food and conversation, we build relationships, camaraderie, and we improve ourselves and each other.

What could possibly be wrong with that?

Let’s have lunch. I’m hungry.