It's not surprising that this is the season of epiphany. And I think of the poem by Yeats that inspired Didion:
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyreThis is the time of year when we're born again, when we can be what we want, who we want, when we can throw off the misery of previous years.
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
And so, in the spirit of sharing, over the next few weeks MissWhistle will be posting favorite recipes of good friends (and I am very lucky to have some extremely good cooks as friends). I hope that this will be the start of more collaboration on this blog, of more guest posts, and artists in residence :), in an attempt to live a more elevated, mindful & delicious life in 2013. Happy new year, my friends.