Hello, Grand Viceroy of Cabbages.

Delight in what is - setting agenda and anxiety aside.

I am inhabiting the immediate and leaving gratitude for another day. I’m letting what is be what is. I want the God’s-eye-view. The one that looks and says, “It is good.” Without agenda or anxiety - the welcome of what is becomes delight in what is. So here I go:

Hello, Grand Viceroy of Cabbages.

Be prepared! You too may open a red cabbage and find yourself in the presence of the Viceroy of Cabbages. And he is not pleased.

I don’t know how I offended him (probably something to do with the giant knife I’m wielding), but it is clear I’ve crossed a line and must be dressed down. I stand at attention. I’d salute, but I’d drop him on the kitchen floor, adding insult to injury.

So I hold him up like poor Yorick’s skull and await his judgement. Between his severe expression and his impressive purple robes of state, I expect to hear the rebuke of the ages. But, alas, like Yorick, he is dumb. An indifferent show of gravity, a meaningless scowl. I ponder.

“Mom,” my children inquire, entering the kitchen and disrupting my musings. “Are you being Hamlet again?”

“What? Me? No! Hamlet who? I’m just a normal Mom who never speaks to cabbage. And I’m making dinner! Now shoo!”

And as for you, Grand Viceroy of the Cabbages?

You make no accusation nor defense? Very well, sir, to the chopping block with you.

It’s good that you’re here. I’m glad you exist.