I think.
stillness.
is a place.
between.
the execution of think and the existence of I.
Wasabi Peas
I was at Whole Foods trying to decide what to eat but instead got side tracked by the twinkly lights of the incense choices when I realized that I could seriously put a cot in the middle of the store and sleep. I don't know what it is about Whole Foods, but it has an energy that either clears my head or makes me want to doze off in the aisle where that green-lavender-orange-dishwashing-soap that I know I should buy and will soon after my extremely toxic-Dawn-Extreme-Oxidating-crack-my-skin-but-sure-gets-the-caked-on-grime-off-soap is gone.
I slowly pulled myself away from the $5 incenses (much cheaper at BookPeople anyway), and headed toward the prepared food counter to get dinner ideas. I never really buy anything in that area but instead think about how I could do a black bean corn chipolte cake with green onions and feta. Of course then I go through the process of "is it cheaper to buy the ingredients and how many can I make vs. spend more money and so I won't OD on something or end up throwing away because I only have a taste for it every eight months anyway). I continued walking with my empty basket and thought about the wasabi peas I bought two nights ago after watching Rachel Ray or the similar (is there a similar? she has become quite the brand) crush them in a food processor and make a sort of bread crumb mixture...except it was wasabi peas...and then dip egg covered (or olive oil?) salmon in it to bake. I couldn't get it out of my mind. I bought the wasabi peas and figured I'd substitute my hand or a baseball bat for the food processor since I don't own one. Or, I do, but it's a mini chopper and I only have one working blade. The other blade somehow got cut off in the dishwasher. 
Anyway. I realized that I had the wasabi peas at home and headed over to the seafood counter (where the guys are so nice and cool...usually talking about fish or music) and bought a 1/4 pound of the salmon that is not wild and has less fat. I didn't want to ask about the mercury thing because I get too wound up and stressed over it and it completely cancels out the omega 3 stress/depression fighters that are so prevalent in the salmon in which I am purchasing for my Rachel Ray experimentation.
I'm feeling a little more upbeat as I head back toward the center of the store, when coming right out of the green detergent aisle is this unbelievable, amazing, completely gorgeous sight. A father, actually fairly tall, and completely oblivious to how purely serene his child is, is holding his no older than 6 month baby in a papoose. A gorgeous yet quite odd sight. It's always a bit shocking to see a man with a papoose since it seems so primitively maternal. However, this baby is resting so perfectly on his chest that it seems as if the answer to life lies right there in his sleeping head.
I drove home thinking about Papoose Father and Baby and how it stopped me in my tracks because the baby completely captured the image of curling up. I couldn't have captured the feeling more perfectly, succinctly or poetically. A true gift for me today especially as I decide to sort of document this desire of curling up. Truly a little wasabi pea. Or at least a pea in a pod.
The true beauty of it is, like all babies, this one has no idea the impact his little life just had.
