#13 in the Poetry Potluck Series, celebrating National Poetry Month 2012.
Not too long ago, I met a kindred spirit while roaming the wilds of the internet. Perhaps it was the aroma of freshly baked bread or our mutual love of velvety chocolate pudding that drew us together. I’m sure a penchant for poetry and food memoirs also had something to do with it.
In any case, it’s been fun getting to know Lesa Medley, Legal Assistant/Office Manager by day, poet by night, and I’m happy she agreed to join our little Potluck. She’s brought along a touch of Spring today — a poem about the importance of honoring inklings and intuition, which was recently published in the anthology, Shared Light (Willow Glen Poetry Project, 2011), a funny-in-hindsight story about wild asparagus, and a favorite pasta recipe. I’d heard of wild onions before, but never wild asparagus. Clearly I need to get out more. ☺
Lesa: This was just one of those times where everything seems to come together effortlessly. Doesn’t happen very often, but when it does . . .
I lead writing groups and sometimes put together exercise sheets with prompts, phrases, poems and words. One day I pulled one of them out and a phrase and a couple of the words jumped out at me and I started writing. I have been working hard at making some changes in my life and I think that is where it started from and what was in the back of my mind at the time. It all kinda just flowed together from there. Man, I love when that happens, and it has only happened a couple of times or so for me. I can’t wait for it to happen like that again!
The Winds of Change
by Lesa Medley
There were signs and signals all Winter
they were all around me,
if I had been paying attention . . .
and if I had been open, and receptive,
alert to what the universe was trying to tell me.
If I had taken the time to get still,
to be quiet and just listen
to those small, sweet voices,
those whispers from deep inside;
my own intuition was speaking to me
telling me what I need to do,
what I must do.
It was there all along,
the guidance I was seeking,
my inner compass
was directing me, nudging me
to my own true north.
It is now Spring,
the winds of change are blowing,
I am paying attention and I am listening.
I don’t need to be afraid or weak,
I just need to find the courage and the strength
to do what I must do.
I am ready, to take that first step,
it may be a baby step . . .
but it will be the right step,
heading in the direction that I am to go.
Copyright © 2011 Lesa Medley. All rights reserved.
In my family we have called it “aspergrass” for as long as I can remember. Every time I cook asparagus, I am reminded of this story:
In the Spring of 1975, my family lived on 1-1/5 acres in Terrebonne, Oregon. I was a junior in high school and one Saturday my younger sister Carla and I went into town (Redmond) with our parents. We were in the old green station wagon and Carla and I were in the back seat.
We took the back way home from town, along Helmholtz. There was wild asparagus growing alongside the road and all of a sudden my mom decided we needed to stop and pick some. Right then and there! The place they chose to stop: right in front of my boyfriend Mark’s house! (I can’t imagine how they could have possibly known that so I don’t think they did.) I was absolutely mortified! Carla was mortified! We both instantly slid to the floor behind the front seats and refused to either get back up on the seats or get out and help pick the asparagus!
And there we stayed until they were finished and we drove away and I felt we had gotten far enough away to feel that the coast was clear to get back up on the seats. People picked wild asparagus all the time and it wouldn’t have been a big deal at all, except it was to me because it was right in front of Mark’s house! To this day, I do not know whether Mark ever knew my parents picked asparagus in front of their house; I certainly never said anything and I absolutely would never have admitted that I was even there. (Well, until now, I guess!)
I found this recipe in a magazine years ago (Country Woman, I think), and it is one of my favorites. I make it a lot in the Spring and Summer. (Originally from Barbara Calhoun, Marquette Heights, Illinois.)
2 pounds fresh asparagus (sliced diagonally into 1-inch pieces)
1 pound angel hair pasta
8 slices bacon, cut into 1-inch pieces
1/2 cup sliced green onion
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
1/4 cup butter or margarine, softened
1/2 cup light cream
1/2 to 3/4 cup Parmesan cheese
Cook asparagus in boiling salted water, 3 minutes. Drain and set aside.
Cook pasta according to package directions. Drain and return to kettle to keep warm.
In a skillet, cook bacon until crisp. Remove to a paper towel.
In bacon drippings sauté onion until soft. Add asparagus and pepper, heat through.
Quickly toss together pasta, asparagus mixture, bacon, butter, cream and cheese.
Lesa Medley has been writing in one form or another for as long as she can remember, and is legendary among family and friends for her newsy, novel-length letters, especially in high school and college. These days, she writes mostly poetry, and recently started attending and participating in local open mic poetry events. That has been a major leap out of her comfort zone! She has led writing groups and classes for several years and is always awed and inspired by the writing of others. Lesa also loves to cook, listen to music, and she has rediscovered that knitting is a good way to relax and relieve stress.
Previously: Menu/Giveaway/Door Prizes, April Pulley Sayre, Mary Quattlebaum, Helen Frost, Linda Ashman, Gail Gerwin, Martha Calderaro, Kathi Appelt, Robyn Hood Black, Charles Waters, Adele Kenny, Linda Baie.
Copyright © 2012 Jama Rattigan of Jama’s Alphabet Soup. All rights reserved.