Saturday, June 2, 2012

Things That Go Mmmm In The Night

Better joy in a cottage than sorrow in a palace. This was the descriptor under a cocktail called English Cottage which was a potent blend of fresh mint, gin, rhubarb and soda on crushed ice.
Buns, the little mischief maker, co- adventurer in creativity and fabulous fierce friend on this long distance triathlon of life was having a birthday. Gastown in Vancouver has become a haven of tantalizing food spots as well as a mecca of mixologists who take the creation of cocktails to an art form. What better way to celebrate the vixen.
·        We headed to Blood Alley excited to indulge at Boneta, our first time at the new location.
·        BONETA LOVES YOU will give you all the info you need.
We shared everything, as is our nature and started with English pea soup with seared scallops and lemon crème fraiche. Pure heaven even without the simple freshly baked bread that we inhaled before our soup got to the table. Then carpaccio with arugula, quail eggs and shaved parmesan followed by smooth melt in your mouth Gnocchi. We had decided to order a la carte instead of the 3 course set menu and enjoyed every mouthful.
My only complaint really was the after dinner latte. Part of a good latte is the container it comes in and their cups were so tiny you couldn’t put your finger through the handle. Not sexy! Give me a bowl any day.
 And then the noise. Will anyone ever design a restaurant in Vancouver where you can have an intimate conversation?
The buzz is great if people watching is one of your extracurricular activities but not so fine for actually hearing. Maybe you have enough Heidi in you that you don’t mind yodeling across the table but it's not my thing. I prefer perfecting the sultry purrs that the human voice is capable of.  

 Mmmm…look over there; I think I am crushing a little.   
Crushing... table behind you... to the left.
WHAT did you say? Cushion? You want a cushion?

It was not easy to get deep, but we managed.  
We talked about the current dismantling we are both experiencing in our lives. Buns has had such physical upheavals and mine have been identity and emotion based.
I am dissolving an identity that I rather liked, a woman keen to understand human nature, my own and others and passionate about extending support to those who want expansion in their lives. As I let go of the need to know and invite acceptance of what is, even if I don’t understand it… I seem to be softening…mellowing…breathing ,like an uncorked red. I sincerely hope it will still be robust and full bodied when ready to drink.
At times it’s so odd that I am left with a feeling of space in my solar plexus. "Fill it with your essence," says Buns, easy peasy…just do it now.   And I do, although with all the food it’s hard to tell if it’s true essence or the Foole Tart with poached rhubarb and vanilla ice cream.
And while I enjoyed a splendid evening there was a kind of gentleness to it that felt different than my usual experience of high intensity interactions where pushing the envelope in many directions feels like sparking an internal flame. It's like I am on a train and it has a direction, I am on it, just not in charge of it...not in control of it.
And I let go of the idea that my spark is somehow dampened and instead trust that in this time of transition I simply have not been shown yet the way my essence wants to translate itself out into the world.  In this moment it is calling for surrender and relaxation. After all Chill Marty sounds like a lovely lounge to have a connected calm conversation in. And fires can soothe and warm as well as ignite and roar.
Here’s to allowing what will be to be and to remembering that freedom from construct is a liberating experience.

Branded by falling apart and softening.
Authentically Yours,

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