French Toast and Wisdom

I love breakfast food at any time of the day...except early morning. How weird is that? Today Mom made French toast for lunch along with sliced apples, tangerines, and kiwi. And the bread was homemade by my grandmother to boot. It was so good!

Then Kath had to rush off to work and the little girls cleaned the kitchen. I had to call them back to redo a few things that they had missed, but they're learning. I remember when Kath and I first started doing the kitchen together. When we weren't fighting about who was supposed to do what, we were singing and playing that we were servant girls in the castle kitchens. The end result was that the kitchen took two hours from beginning to end. But we had fun doing it most of the time! Chores, if at all possible, should always be fun.

I just checked my email and read the two different "word of the day," messages that I signed up for. On some days I already know both of them and it's rather disappointing, but today I wasn't familiar with either of them! Merriam Webster's is "basilisk: suggesting a legendary reptile with fatal breath and glance : baleful, spellbinding." Now, I've read this before, but I wasn't fully aware of it's meaning. "Basilisk" is one of those words that you could write a whole page about, just describing the horrible creature and filling in the details with your imagination. I like words that inspire me to write a story. Those are the best.

Dictionary.com's word of the day is "declaim: to orate; to speak in a loud and emotional manner." That makes me think of Proverbs where wisdom is "crying aloud in the streets," and pleading with the fools to give up their folly.

How frustrating is that? To know that you have a better way, that life doesn't have to be so difficult, and that there is hope. But no one listens and you just stand there, pleading to deaf ears and hard hearts.

I picture Wisdom standing on street corner, gesturing, pleading, calling out, and all these busy people are walking about quickly, not even glancing over. It's almost like they can't even hear her. Yet if they could, their lives would be so enriched.

But when I just hear the word "wisdom," the picture that automatically comes to mind is an old gentleman with a long white beard sitting calmly with his hands folded or perhaps holding a book. He looks gentle and pious, but rather emotionless.

Proverbs paints a very different picture. Wisdom is a passionate woman, pleading with mankind to come and partake of her bountiful feast. She promises life and freedom and she is anything but emotionless. The contrast is interesting between the two different ideas of the embodiment of wisdom.

Anyway, just some rambling thoughts and musings...