Many times I've walked through Budapest being struck by something I wanted to share. Here, I do just that. What follows are glimpses along life's path that had touched my heart. Enjoy! Budapest Daily Photos recently moved to its own home. The photos here may be enlarged by clicking on them unlike BudapestResources.com website, its previous home.
Last week we've seen photos of the garden and the huge zucchini plant with many flowers but no zucchini. Today was the day to pick some of those flowers, batter, and fry them up.
The results were a wonderful platter of crispy, tender deep fried flowers. Vegetarian, fresh and delicious!
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
14 comments:
Yum-yum-yum! The lime looks like a great idea too!
that looks yummy.
arlene,
West Bremerton florist
I've had squash blossom delicacies similar to these, and they are truly wonderful. Great duo photos to show us the process.
Are they very filling?
Je ne connais pas .... mais cela semble bien bon !
Have dear friends who do just as you do. They are love them and because they are somewhat of a "delicacy" depending on how many blooms they want to prune, they are savored. Thank you for sharing
Yummy is right. the little crunch and the sweetness---again YUMMY!!
That looks good. Making me hungry.
I've had edible flowers in salads but never deep fried. (And I was born in Texas where we fry EVERYTHING!)
Looks yummy!
Wow, that's interesting. I never knew those were edible..
It sure looks good especially deep fried.
Oh that looks yummy! (have you tried friend dill pickles?)
These are so nice: are they savoury too?
how clever?
I'd like to know who first decided to do that. hm.
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