55 minutes of kairos – a personal reflection

I watched her,

my bride, Pontheolla,

for 55 minutes,

moving about the kitchen

trying out a recipe courtesy of Gaida De Laurentiis:

Nonna’s Artichokes (one of De Laurentiis’s grandmother’s favs, I suppose).


She, Pontheolla, does this a lot.

Tries out new things.

Tests them on us first before serving them to anyone else:

“We’re our own guinea pigs,” she smiles brightly

and optimistically…


(She’s like that, too.

Always thinking, hoping that things will turn out well –

a fair and fitting counterbalance to my characteristic skepticism.)


For 55 minutes,

I watched her,

following, for me, a complicated recipe.

I listened, too,

for she always sings when she cooks,

rendering aloud the tune of life that breathes through her soul;

her voice, a melodic mezzo,

rising and falling in accompaniment to her graceful, grace-filled hands:

halving and trimming artichokes,

slicing lemons,

melting butter,

peeling garlic,

whisking anchovy paste,

blending salt and pepper, olives and capers,

making her own breadcrumbs (“From scratch is best,” again she smiles),

mixing her breadcrumbs with freshly grated Parmesan cheese,

then putting it all together.


As the clock arrived nearer the end of the sweep of one hour

it was done and

it was delicious!


Nonna's Artichokes


She’ll never say that she’s a chef.

She always demurs, confessing only, “I like to cook.”

But she’s a chef alright.


She’s something else – a transporter to transcendence

(and the best, most faithful kind because she’s unconscious of her merciful ministry)…


for in the 55 minutes of chronos of watching and listening to her

I, almost without knowing it, entered kairos:

for the ancient Greeks that qualitative experience of time in which all things exist


for Christians that divine moment of the realization of God’s purposes…


for in that 55 minutes I stood in eternity…


and I was at peace with myself, my Gemini-self,

that ever holds in tension elements of lightness of spirit and darkness of mood,

thus, my self with whom I struggle greatly…


and I was at peace with our world, our world at, in, and of war of every kind,

about which I grieve hour by hour…


I was at peace.


Thank you, Nonna.

Thank you, Gaida.

Thank you, Pontheolla.

Thank you, God.

2 thoughts on “55 minutes of kairos – a personal reflection

  1. What an amazing 55 minutes!!!! You described it exquisitely!! I’m grateful that watching Pontheolla for that 55 minutes took you to that place of eternity where you could find peace.

    I would certainly declare that Pontheolla is most certainly a chef, and all the guests of Clevedale Historic Inn and Gardens are lucky to enjoy any of her dishes.

    I give thanks for You, Pontheolla, Clevedale for Peace, for Kairos and of course for God. May we all get to experience a 55 minutes such as what you described here. Thank you for sharing your special time. Much love to you both.

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