A tale about Good Food, Great Beer, White Light and a Friendship that I will never forget.12/28/2014 By Summer Bacon
I fell in love with diners somewhere in the Mojave desert back in 1978. On the same day I fell in love with Tecaté beer (in a can, with a shake of salt and squeeze of lime on the rim) at a place called Saint Andrew’s Abbey in Valyermo. I’d already fallen in love with Mark, my boyfriend back then. I’d never been to a diner before, and in fact had never even heard the word “diner.” You see, my Mom was a little bit of snob when it came to any food that she didn’t make from scratch, so we didn’t eat out much, and when we did she usually complained about the food. No doubt, she was an incredibly innovative cook, preparing everything from Greek food to Indian food, and everything in between, always without a recipe or any measuring devices. Many of her recipes were only seen once at the table, and often didn’t have a name. All were equally delicious. In fact, I don’t remember any recipe disasters ever.
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Vulnerability. The very word can stir fear in the hearts of the many. People don’t want to be vulnerable or exposed. It puts them at risk of ridicule and judgement. They might lose friends or family. By golly, people might actually get to know them! But, vulnerability from a spiritual perspective is about letting life in. Many years ago, Dr. Peebles said to me, “What the world wants from you is YOU, Summer.” And, I remember thinking, “No way. The world couldn’t possibly want the real me.” In other words, I was trying to live life from the outside in, basing my “success” and/or “failure” as a human being on how people responded to me. If I made nice, and made them smile, then I was a “success.” If I didn’t cause any ripples, and complied with all that they asked of me, then I was a “success.” If I didn’t raise any eyebrows by saying controversial things, then I was a “success.” I was looking to the world, instead of God, for my validation. |
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