There were rain slugs along the trail to the river, and on the way out were seven peacocks in a straight line, one of which was the beautiful male. It was late afternoon after Easter lunch on the west island. The heavy monsoon came previously in this plentiful valley... How do you celebrate tradition when loved ones are gone? How do you keep going? How do you keep it alive? Find a way in old family food and find something new to add on your plate. A caramel-filled chocolate egg and hot cross buns infused with orange liqueur and studded with walnuts. So they were all there to try: the broiled brussel sprouts, the rutabaga-cucumber-tomato salad, the lentils-rice-olive casserole, the pan de sal (Filipino sweet rolls), and the sweets mentioned never had before. Now two are celebrating distinct elements from different food traditions, but together now in one spirit. The very mild black tea in mason jars was lovely to drink. And the yellow flowers in a pot (kalanchoe) was a gift... Reaching the river it was always in a perfect condition to swim in. The pool has an infinity quality to it set in stone. The path of the waterfalls coming to this was mountain lush everglade. And the seabirds meet at the ecotone downstream to rest and splash themselves before their journey leewards. One wonders what their paths might be in life, what conscious choices they make along the way, what love might mean to them if it had at all spoken again, on their way forward?
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