My dinner for one tonight is grilled wild Alaskan salmon served over simple greens and shitake mushrooms with a glass of the Seven Deadly Zins. It is not an expensive red but I enjoy it because it is an old vine, has a nice play on words and tastes good. In my real estate world, I run into greed often and I know that no one of the seven sins are above the other, but greed must be the one that can corrupt and cause more harm to others than sloth, gluttony and vanity. I realize that lust, envy and wrath certainly can do much damage but I’m just an expert witness in what greed can do to the inherent goodness of a person.
My music choice tonight is “Nora Jones Radio”, courtesy of Pandora. I love her velvet voice washing over me like a soothing shower of warm water, stroking my worn out and tired mind. Four years ago writing was an agonizing affair. English is a second language and expressing myself caused much distress. Until I thought I may die prematurely when I was diagnosed with breast cancer when my kids were 8 and 10. I feared that I would only be a faint memory as time passed and I wanted them to know my story, my thoughts, my beliefs, me . . .and to do that I had to write . . . so I did. I’m telling them my story by having a conversation about my journey. It is honest and from my heart. Not fancy and with little pretense. It is a gift for them and although they are still too young to understand, one day they will.
Writing has become a stress release as well. I enjoy sitting down after a long day and just let my thoughts roam. I know that food is often part of my conversation and it is because I do love the intense pleasure and comfort that good food and wine invoke in me. I’m unwilling to rank one sense over the other, but I would certainly miss “taste” very much.
My most valued possessions are the wealth of memories I have collected over a lifetime of traveling, seeking adventure, fun and spending time with people that matter to me. But above all, I’m deeply grateful that I experienced being a mother. The unconditional love and precious relationship I have with my daughter and son are what matters most to me. They are my most treasured bunnies and I will die for them.
Considering my worldly possessions, my bracelet collection severely lacks in costly stones and diamonds. Instead, I accumulated them from across the globe, many times for just a few dollars from street vendors, and their worth for me is greater than any gemstone. Each holds a treasured memory and I love to glance at my wrists during the course of a day and remember when and where they joined my motley crew.
I found the exquisite silver filigree one, circa early 1920’s, in a tiny little shop on Nerudova Street in Prague one very cold November night in 2011. I passed the shop on my way to a special concert at St George’s Basilica near the castle. For more than 1,000 years the walls of St George’s Basilica have stood witness to people seeking solace within. How fortunate was I to stumble upon a music concert of Vivaldi, Mozart, Bizet, Handel and Brahms right as dusk was setting over the city. The music filled the austere space but half way through the concert, my feet and fingers were frozen and I could not help to wonder how people kept warm there in 920 AD.
Exiting the Basilica, night had fallen and I saw the Cathedral in its nocturnal illumination for the first time. Ok, I know I declared my love to the Charles Bridge in an early blog post, but certainly I can share my love! It was utterly spectacular. And I saw it without the gazillion tourists rushing to catch the next stop on the tour. Did I say spectacular? Let me find the ways I can sing about its beauty – oh, wait, I cannot sing. Seriously, it was astonishing, brilliantly, fabulously stunning. And it was just up the street from my little hotel that dated back to the 15th century. Inspired by the beauty that surrounded me and the music that caressed me earlier; I entered a small antique shop and fell in love for the third time that day. The bracelet was solid silver and several intricate filigreed Egyptian scenes circled its delicate frame. It was more than I wanted to spend and I reluctantly left it behind. But I could not let it go. Every day I passed by the shop and decided that if it was still there on my last day, then I would bring it home to Dallas. I always wonder about the women whose wrists it had encircled for the past 90 years. How did an Egyptian, silver work of art ended up in that little shop in Prague? And how glad I am that it now resides in Texas.
Another favorite I seldom wear today because it has become very fragile, I bought for $2 deep in the heart of the Peruvian rain forest from a very old Inca man. We visited their primitive hut and spent a couple of hours learning about their rituals and customs. In its center the wooden hand-carved bracelet has a woven pattern that reminds me of a complex spider web. Very thin strips of corn husks were used to create the pattern and it has slowly become unraveled. When I wear it today, I always remember the fateful events post my breast cancer surgery that led to a heart attack and my stay in an intensive care unit in Arequipa. The bracelet reminds me how we can overcome so much when we allow ourselves to confront our demons.
My oldest bracelet dates back 50,000 years and I found it in another little shop near Denali in Talkeetna, Alaska. It is also solid silver and has oval shaped disks of wooly mammoth ivory tusks. As the tundra has slowly been melting, these tusks are coming to the surface and the locals use it to carve beautiful pieces. I love this bracelet because it reminds me of the majestic beauty of Alaska. It ties me to the beauty of a land so wild and large where I could feel the presence of nature everywhere. Every day it reminded me that it only tolerated our presence briefly and that nature could reclaim its legacy at any moment. It was alive with large scale animals and it has been the only place outside of Africa where I felt the presence of nature so close. It is not for the soft and faint hearted and your spirit must be large to rise to the occasion of living there. If you let it, it will allow your spirit to soar alongside the bald eagles. Alaska inspires you and leaves you knowing that you must hurry back.
(Side note: My next trip to the untamed land of the north was in the dead of winter to chase the northern lights! I wrote about their brilliance in “Gifts and Gratitude“)
Of course no collection of mine would be complete without several pieces from South-Africa. Most of them are inexpensive beaded leather straps bought next to roads or in local markets, but I do have a couple made from woven elephant hair. I also bought a thick copper one from a street vendor in Johannesburg and I try not to think that the copper was probably stolen phone wires that were melted down to peddle to tourists! I do own another very thick and chunky one that I bought at the curio shop while on safari near the Kruger Park. It’s carved from antelope antlers and inlaid with solid silver. Wearing it can be risky as the silver easily snares clothing, but it is a favorite too.
My salmon tonight came with a twist. Whole Foods had fresh king salmon as well as fresh ivory kings tonight on offer. I love all fish but after spending much time in Alaska, wild Alaskan salmon holds a very special place on my plate. Like my bracelet, the Kings take me back to the remote lake we fished in deep in the Alaskan wilderness and only accessible by private seaplane. Our bush pilot was a rugged native that detoured to fly us over an ancient glacier and across wild summer tundra filled with moose, brown and grizzly bear. From that trip we brought back 70 pounds of halibut and salmon. After six months of Henda’s fish dishes, my kids suggested we switched back to beef!
I tasted both pieces of king salmon side by side and concluded that the ivory king was a little too mild for me. I like my king salmon with all the robust and strong flavor promised within the deep color of its flesh. I know that only 1 in 1,000 salmon yield ivory and although I always embrace the unique and one of a kind, in this case, I prefer the common over the rare. In closing, as I raise my glass to the Seven Deadly Zins; my life is too short for any of the deadly sins, except for my version:
Lust – The strong desire to live life with all my might
Gluttony – To savor the intense pleasure of good food and wine every day
Wrath – My anger flares intensely when the innocent suffers
Envy – I have none – What is the point?
Sloth – I think they are very cute in the wild and “laziness” will never describe me
Vanity – Mmmm . . . as long as one sticks to the good side of it and pride
Greed – I have so much fortune, need little and want less . . . life is too short . . .my greed is wanting to live a quality life for as long as I can.