A simple warming recipe for oven-roasted stew or ragout.
After an odd and uncharacteristic nod to spring the temperature has dipped again into chilly territory. The bird baths are frozen. No snow, but the moonlit sky was sharp last night in a brittle way it hasn't been for weeks.
We went to an extraordinary film late yesterday- one not to miss (though I fear it's circulating out of theaters already). Terrence Mallick's The New World. It's hard to put into words, because the experience of it is so, well, non-verbal. Like all of his other films it is visual poetry- lyrical, intuitive, non-linear, experiential. The Jungian in me can only say it beautifully evokes the Divine Feminine, the Heroine's Journey. Don't miss it.
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