Twas the onion in the veggie basket with the big ole stink eye.
This morning I received a little spiritual reminder from my sweet potatoes and yellow onion. While brewing a cup of Irish tea, I noticed the potatoes, which I bought on Saturday, were looking as they say in the South, puny. Picked one up and it was total mush and mold. I just bought them a few days ago. Bummed, I put the onion, garlic, and avocado on the counter, tossed spuds in garbage, and put basket in sink.
I wondered what the heck happened? Reckon I mused over the mystery of the lifeless potatoes because recently I’ve been watching Hercules Poirot episodes on Netflix. Since childhood, I’ve been a huge fan of mysteries, especially Agatha Christie. So my little grey cells awoke from my morning fog and got to work solving the mystery of the slain spud.
Other suspects in the vegetable lineup were an avocado and garlic clove. They looked innocent enough. It was then I identified the guilty onion. (Which I think would make a cool name for a café.) And voila, I nabbed the culprit who robbed me of my lunch plans.
As I learned many years ago in a 4-H cooking class, onions and spuds are a lethal mix. Like gasoline and matches. Babies and chili. Or breakups and tequila.
An onion, when placed too closely, will always rot a potato. What’s crazy about the guilty onion is I rarely cook with onions. The onion was leftover from my birthday dinner celebration 5 weeks ago. I don’t cook with onions anymore, yet I kept it around.
My writer’s heart wanted to play with that word, “around”. I thought about how stress, the most common cause of creative and spiritual rot, is a sensation of spinning around and around in confusion, chaos, worry, and hurry. Often I end up in a stressful state because I have allowed myself to get too close to something or someone that is not aligned with my heart and soul.
As I washed the vegetable basket, I wondered, “What or who have I been hanging around too closely that is causing me to creatively and spiritually rot?
Now, I don’t hang around gangsters or watch hours of goob tube (TV). However, when I pull out my magnifying glass of divine curiosity, I observe the culprit is always the subtle, stressful stuff that accumulates over time and kicks me in the shins, eventually bringing me to my knees. Certain situations, old mental habits, or personality types that slowly rot away my peace of mind and spiritual joy.
Some perpetrators in my life have been: Creative time diversions such as wonky “to-do list” items. Space invaders who constantly trespass personal boundaries with expectations and judgments. The person who is always in crisis mode. Allowing fear and self-criticism to thwart a creative project. Events of obligation that suffocate the soul, all in order to please another. Or the coworker who spoils lunch by always complaining.
These kinds of groove busters disrupt the natural rhythms and flow on life’s creative adventure path. By draining the body and mind of precious energy, they spiritually exterminate my energy and leave behind a graveyard of unfulfilled creative dreams and divine assignments.
I believe each one of us enters this world to share our God-given creative talents with each other, in order (and chaos) to be sources of compassion, strength, kindness, encouragement, and beauty. It’s imperative we don’t allow anyone or anything with the big stink eye to scare us into cowering from our soul’s sacred missions.
And so, because of a kitchen countertop vegetable murder mystery, I am making a list of the people, places, foods, items, books, songs, and self-care practices which nourish my body and mind, and flourish my creative powers. I’m placing the list in my vegetable basket, as a reminder to feed my soul every day.
For I wish to sentry the boundaries of my heart and imagination with all things healthy, happy, and beautiful. My life’s dream is to write love letters to friends and families, little stories such as these, and to publish many books such as God intends. To realize this dream, I need to keep my mind light and spirit bright.
Also, God bless that little, innocent onion, for bringing me a lesson. And that is to be patient and kind with myself and others as I peel back my own layers of fear, doubt, bullshit, judgment, and impatience. Those criminal blows I either inflict on myself or pellet gun towards another innocent potato.
Take a moment and reflect on the groove busters that rot your creative and spiritual energy. Then toss them out so as to lighten your mood and brighten the creative fire in your heart. The world awaits your brilliant gifts of light and beauty.