sun notes db compare/contrast

THE PAN, THE POT, THE FIRE I HAVE BEFORE ME REFLECTION

 

This is a particular favorite poem and often I am alone in this. That is “ok.”  You do not hurt my feelings. Here is my “take.”

By now you realize that poems must be pulled apart, chewed, digested.  See the segue into cooking? (You are encouraged not to groan.)

They are works where every word is precise. This is similar to a really good recipe.  Follow those measurements, people, or disaster or tasteless is the result.

The nuances of words carry heightened influence. Think rare spice.

Then personality is added like a single story. (If I could, I would add garlic and bacon to Cheerios.)

I like “making a home.”  Done well, there is contribution to the world. I rejoice when others succeed. I like washing laundry (Hello, Mrs. Dutta, Sr.) and hanging it on the line (Not again, Mrs. Dutta!). I like making beds and creating order (Myers Briggs INTJ). I enjoy cooking and having a garden. I do not care that the former is historically attached to gender (although the most famous chefs have been men.)  

I like serving the greater society in teaching, writing, and caring in hospice. I rejoice when others succeed, when others grow, when others are comforted.  It is good that women’s opportunities increase in the marketplace because my brain would have been extremely bored otherwise.

I like doing both. That’s just me.

So very long ago, men were once hunters of wild game and the typically smaller sized women prepared the “catch.” It evolved that men should provide and women care. (Don’t forget childbearing and rearing.) Then some were not there to provide or the once care giver became better able to provide. And some do it all.  It is societal flux. And, it is not new.

Remember the word control from the beginning of the term?  It still operates and some do not want to release it.

NOTE: All the composition do-nots are intentional.  This is a very personal reflection, a single story.