To say I'm excited about this movie is an understatement. it opens in NYC and LA this weekend. I am thrilled at the promise that a wide-release film may tap into the public's growing curiosity about food, health and environment - and how they all impact each other. More after I've seen it... here's a link to the trailer, and to a fantastic discussion about it on the Brian Lehrer Show (WNYC)
My friend Myra writes a unique monthly newsletter that's like a breath of fresh air. Her missives take the form of a poem rife with seasonal imagery and a cleverly embedded recipe. She's also one of the most gifted nutritional counselors I know. Enjoy her June "mouthful", below:
The fretted forest offers no order the pattern, though replete, is random, chaotic and stymies our willful wantingEach tree is different
though all of these are shagbark hickories
Each leaf, stem and twig varied
The roots have a common habit
but exercise it differentlyEach flower, each thorn, each whorl of lichen
has its own imprint
its own long short life
it plays its own note
for this is the genesis of musicHere and there the trees move in rhythm to it
the oak quivers in the light
each leaf a shining disk
spanking the light back
again and back
until the entire tree glitters
making a sound like grain
running down a sheet metal trough
or like the rain that fell
in the black night to leave mirrors
in every hollow and cup
until the sun burnt them dry
and the wind swept them up
to build the clouds
in what is the first sky of summerCelebrate with the young lambs quarters
growing in the yet untilled garden
Wilt them in garlic and oil in a cast iron pan
whip in half a dozen eggs,
dot with hearts of artichoke
and goat cheese coins
When the eggs are just set
slide under a hot broiler for a few moments only
until the frittata puffs and is beautiful
Tip it onto a board and cut into wedges for servingThe encircling forest has not the order of our wanting
yet we know it since the time
we rose on two feet and listened
to the calling birds to guide us
and read the shadows of the leaves
on the grass like booksWe can look at the crystalline blue of the sky
and feel the catch of our heart –
that it belongs to the blue
not to usDon't look away
look deeper – let your heart take you there
Fear not
the wind will hold you up
the trees stand by you shimmering
the birds' simple song show you how
Brought to you by
Myra Klockenbrink
Holistic Health and Wellness Therapy
email: mhopehome[at]yahoo[dot]com