Random Poem

A bounty of goodness follows a well behaved lad! This is true,
but for the nay sayers, a torrent of bad luck follows
for they no not to be of good faith
and with that comes bad behavior

bad behavior on a fellow of good standing
all be-it the same for one of stank nature

lock and load your pistols for deeds of fortune
pass the cup to your bretheren
share a bite with the ones in need
a blessed soul is one who hugs
and is hugged by all

Reflection and Possibility

To know is to understand, not to be aware, but to really, truly be conscious of what is presented to you. Tough tomes come to all. In different forms they crash down on ever present souls. These souls lose sight of what it is that they were set out to do in this world in the first place. A nice pressed shirt suddenly soiled and tossed into the flailing quagmire of the spin cycle and instantly despondent and confused. I wake in the morning and watch the news, I see it all around me. It dampens my heart and clouds my mind and my senses. It is powerful, this mess is a torrent of strength that wants to destroy us, break us down and make us wallow in fear. But we must not fear, we need to hold our ground, stand tall and when in doubt be of service. Smile and have a good attitude and I promise you that no matter how bad things get, they can not break your spirit. You are the only one that can control the outcome of your day. Wow, I just looked up at the tv screen and am watching a little girl that just had six of her organs removed and she is goofely smiling and making faces into the camera, see there you go! As I was saying.....
So just a little ditty for yah, please the mind with good thoughts, warm the heart with acts of kindness and reach out and touch somebody with good energy, its gonna be alright!

Leggo my ego

As a cook getting his come up ins in the San Francisco food scene, emboldened by his ability to dart and move like a ballerina on speed, with the fervor of a buddhist monk knowing that all he is doing is for the greater good, this kid was blessed.Blessed with what all those that got into the business wished they had, had from the beginning, the natural ability to move. Cook yes, but move. Move as if there was nothing physical or mental stopping him, nor getting in his way. Gracefully spreading ten plates at a time without a clang or clatter, let alone a chipped plate. So good this kid thought he was that he even came up with his own quote that he held to his heart and said every morning, or afternoon really, before he went to work. “Focus, apt mind and a calm soul are the foundations for wisdom , knowledge and success.”
When one can experience this they will know it, and they will realize that next to skiing off a cliff at 30 miles an hour and landing perfectly smooth and poised there is no better feeling, nothing like it. Nothing like pulling off 300 covers with speed and grace. When your boss comes around the line and says to you, “like poetry in motion man, like poetry in motion!” You know that what you are doing is something special. Enter the problem with this “THE EGO!” No not Eggo, as in Eggo my leggo! Or is it Leggo my eggo! Anyway, where was I. Oh yeah I was on the verge of taking you on an ethereal adventure through the bowels of my experience in the self deluding world of rock and roll-dum that can be the restaurant business.
Inspired by the soulful stories of cooks of years gone by, a nostalgic journey began, in search of the soul of cooking. This young man thought of nothing more than to be the cleanest cook out there. Clean mentally and physically. Not only his physical body but that of his environment, in the kitchen and out. As I said, this kid fashioned himself as something of a monk on the line. With sharpness and virility on his side.
Really this was for merely the first few of years as a constant, after that it was a spotty mess of rebounds from embarresment and lack of self confidence aided by his new found mental freedom he obtained through drugs and alcohol. But that we will get to later. (more to come)