Real Meditations: Peter’s Cousins Came to Dinner

Breathe In.  Peter’s cousins are coming to dinner.  Once a year for 95 years

they’ve met at Christmas time.  Never in summer.  Breathe Out.  They came yesterday.

Breathe In.  Getting ready is always part of anyone coming over. Some people have

visitors all the time and some people never do.  Most people are not in-between.  Breathe

Out.  We have people all the time.  We always have pistachio nuts and my favorite Ritz

Cracker potato chips.  No one believes they’re actually Ritz Crackers. Breathe In.  We

Get Ready.   Most beautiful day.  Breathe Out.  They arrive.  Light is hard to

describe.  Summer light doesn’t do it.  Neither does Golden. One day I can tell you.

Breathe In.  Everything doesn’t have to be described.  Some things just are.  Maybe

that’s one of the points of meditation.  Some things just are.  Breathe Out.  I’ll try but

still.  I’d like to tell you as much as I can. About this . About this.  About this.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

3 Comments

  1. As the significant other of one of the cousins, I can tell you that last night was one of the most memorable and enjoyable of all of my 57 years. The weather, the magnificent estate, the farm-to-table bounty cooked with love, and the company will remain forever in my mind. We look forward to more chapters in this story… with you and Peter.
    Much Love, Kris

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