— sautee broccoli (or any other veggie) with olive oil, garlic, and honey
— add honey to basil pesto and every kind of marinade
— homemade salad dressing with apple cider vinegar and honey
— stir fry with honey and soy sauce
I always cook with honey. Love honey-mustard and honey-barbeque anything. Right now, pretzels.
I always cook with honey
To sweeten up the night…
That was one of my favorite Judy Collins songs.
Or maybe this one was really my favorite.
Or maybe I most like her versions of some of Leonard Cohen’s songs.
No, this is my all-time favorite:
ALBATROSS
The lady comes to the gate dressed in lavender and leather
Looking North to the sea she finds the weather fine
She hears the steeple bells ringing through the orchard
All the way from town
She watches seagulls fly
Silver on the ocean stitching through the waves
The edges of the sky
Many people wander up the hills
From all around you
Making up your memories and thinking they have found you
They cover you with veils of wonder as if you were a bride
Young men holding violets are curious to know if you have cried
And tell you why
And ask you why
Any way you answer
Lace around the collars of the blouses of the ladies
Flowers from a Spanish friend of the family
The embroid’ry of your life holds you in
And keeps you out but you survive
Imprisoned in your bones
Behind the isinglass windows of your eyes
And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain
Down the hills through the long grass to the sea
And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain
Come away alone
Even now by the gate with you long hair blowing
And the colors of the day that lie along your arms
You must barter your life to make sure you are living
And the crowd that has come
You give them the colors
And the bells and wind and the dream
Will there never be a prince who rides along the sea and the mountains
Scattering the sand and foam into amethyst fountains
Riding up the hills from the beach in the long summer grass
Holding the sun in his hands and shattering the isinglass?
Day and night and day again and people come and go away forever
While the shining summer sea dances in the glass of your mirror
While you search the waves for love and your visions for a sign
The knot of tears around your throat is crystallizing into your design
And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain
Down the hills through the long grass to the sea
And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain
Come away alone
Come away alone…with me.

Hot. Humid. Ugh.
At least it’s not 111 degrees, which it is in Phoenix, where Randi Rhodes blows fresh into the air waves on Air America Radio.
According to Rhodes:
As I walked out of the Barry Goldwater Memorial Terminal (seriously) at Sky Harbor Airport, I couldn’t help but think about how many so-called Goldwater-Conservatives actually STILL believe that Sen. Goldwater and the Bushies are cut from the same cloth.
In fact, it was this 1964 Goldwater quote that came to mind:
I’m frankly sick and tired of the political preachers across this country telling me as a citizen that if I want to be a moral person, I must believe in A, B, C, and D. Just who do they think they are? And from where do they presume to claim the right to dictate their moral beliefs to me?
Terri Schiavo, stem-cells, corporatist judges, purposefully lying “journalists,” Downing Street Memos, etc, etc, etc. ENOUGH! Regardless of your party affiliation, how much more are you going to take?! And more importantly, how much more can we afford to take?
…………….
I dreamed last night that I went to see my former therapist, and when I stood in front of him, I was so overwhelmed that I couldn’t even articulate what I was coming to see him about. And then the room was full of people getting in my way, and I left.
I’m packing for two. Move of big stuff is scheduled for July 14.
Hot. Sweaty. Tired. Need some fresh air.