Take Care To Chop The Onion Fine.

Take Care To Chop The Onion Fine.

[words] Cling To The Very Core Of Our Memories And Lie There In Silence Until A New Desire Reawakens Them And Recharges Them With Loving Energy. That Is One Of The Qualities Of Love That Moves Me Most, Their Capacity For Transmitting Love. Like Water, Words Are A Wonderful Conductor Of Energy. And The Most Powerful, Transforming Energy Is The Energy Of Love.

The Most Elementary Of Good Manners . . . At A Social Gathering One Does Not Bring Up The Subject Of Personalities, Sad Topics Or Unfortunate Facts, Religion, Or Politics.

Once Again She Would Arrive At A Foreign Place. Once Again Be The Newcomer, An Outsider, The One Who Did Not Belong. She Knew From Experience That She Would Quickly Have To Ingratiate Herself With Her New Masters To Avoid Being Rejected Or, In More Dire Cases, Punished. Then There Would Be The Phase Where She Would Have To Sharpen Her Senses In Order To See And Hear As Acutely As Possible So That She Could Assimilate Quickly All The New Customs And The Words Most Frequently Used By The Group She Was To Become A Part Of--so That Finally, She Would Be Judged On Her Own Merits.

Gertrudis Got On Her Horse And Rode Away. She Wasn't Riding Alone--she Carried Her Childhood Beside Her, In The Cream Fritters She Had Enclosed In A Jar In Her Saddlebag