mad with power
Last night, as I cooked dinner (mexican poblano chile rice and gumbo veggie beans) it occurred to me that if my ancestors could see me now, they would be in absolute awe at how one of their own became ruler and master over her own own kingdom. Certainly that is the only way i could have not only running water and power inside my own home, but more rooms than people, and a garden all of my own. Only a queen could have over a dozen spices from all over the world, spices that we went to wars over, tucked neatly into a cabinet. I have dried fruits, dried meats, grains, and out of season vegetables at my disposal on any given moment. I have my white german wife cleaning dishes for me, an olive toned colombian! I have reached the mountaintop! I hear my ancestors say, “You made it! We are proud. You stand on our shoulders. Now enjoy your dinner.”.
Between bites, my wife asks me what i’m thinking about.