Wednesday, 31 January 2018

31 January







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We all make mistakes.

We all stumble in many ways.



James 3:2


Earlier in the text, James reassures us that mercy triumphs over judgement. 

I thank God for that.

I have made my share of mistakes.

~

I've been organizing a bit around the house these past few weeks.

My pantry is practically perfect in every way.

I noticed last night when I got home from work that there were a few

bags of half eaten chips stuffed into the corner on the bottom shelf.

That's how things get started...things that aren't so pretty...

stuffed into the darker corners like that.

It's easy to forget they are there.

In reading from a James bible study this morning

the text says to be thankful to God for all things at all times.

I think the only way to do that is to bring my heart out into the bright open spaces.

It's in my nature to hide the ugly things, the mistakes, 

the things I'm not so thankful for, into the darker corners of my heart.

Only by bringing them out in the open, and laying them at the feet of Jesus,

can I find the mercy that I need. 







Monday, 29 January 2018

29 January



the good

I found something called carob molasses in the market last week.

I made a cake called sfouf, which was terrible!

But, I have been using the carob molasses in my morning coffee

and it's delicious!!

It's molasses but it's made from carob beans.

So yummy!



the fun

My daughter, Hannah, and her beau, Michael, came over for dinner.

I made a big salad and a wonderful cheese fondue

and we all sat around the table dipping...

I meant to get a great picture of us all

but I forgot.



So, here is a photo of them at my mum's house on Thanksgiving.

the random  

Two things I've noticed:

*I don't have nearly as much fun as I used to...I need to remedy that.

*Blogging makes me more mindful.








Sunday, 28 January 2018

Keeping Sabbath





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James 2:12-13


So speak and so act as those who are to be judged 

under the law of liberty.

For judgement is without mercy to one who has shown no mercy,

Mercy triumphs over judgement.






Mercy triumphs over judgement.

Every. Single. Time,

~

Even when I judge myself...and I think we are all our own worst critics.

God shows me mercy and shows me the way to grow.

Because, without mercy, there can be no growth.

Judgement is final.

God doesn't want us to stop growing and learning

and so he gives us mercy when we mess things up.

And he asks that we give mercy to our brothers and sisters as well.

and to ourselves.






Friday, 26 January 2018

26 January



*

Sunday the weather was unseasonably warm. 

Joe and I went for a walk on the beach. 

We scrambled through the dune grass and shrubbery.

It was so much fun to be out of doors with him. 

We explored places for picnics

and found a few hidden away tucked away

down into the grasses and surrounded by scrub pines 

and wild rose bushes. 

Perfect for a summer afternoon picnic

when everything's in bloom.

We look like a couple of old folk out to pasture...

Our house is the big green one in the center of the picture.




*
I made baked egg cups...sausage, peppers, and onions, topped with eggs,

that I baked in a muffin tin.

I froze them and Joe was able to have a nice fresh breakfast when he got to work. 

I think I overcooked them a little bit as they were a bit rubbery.

Next time I think I'll bake it all in a baking dish so it turns out flat.

*

I drive Joe to the bus stop early...his bus leaves at 5:20 am

It's only a 5 minute drive. I come back and get ready for work,

drive to the train station and we come home together.

In the morning when we are both getting into the car

the January stars are strikingly beautiful. 

Here's a link to a beautiful piece by George Winston called


It's nice to start the morning out star-gazing with my husband.

*

We didn't get to see the boys last weekend 

but it was nice to have a quiet and restful time 

to just hang around the house. 

*


Bonnie sent me a video of Verne playing the ukulele

that we gave him.

It's the next best thing to me getting to see him.



Wednesday, 24 January 2018

Walking Wild








"Go outside and play."

Those were my mum's words to us almost every day.

And we did.

These days I find it harder to get myself outside.

It's cold, it's raining, it's hot, I'm busy, and the ever popular, I'll do it later.



So...I've put aside Wednesdays for walking wild.

Whether  your wild is the beach, the mountains, the desert,

or even a sidewalk on the way to work...which mine often is.

Join me on Wednesdays to post your wild outside.


Let's encourage one another to look up

and see some beauty in the world...

even if it's only a bird you noticed at the train station,

or a piece of mail on your own doorstep.







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Tuesday, 23 January 2018

23 January











Drink your tea slowly and reverently,

Slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future.

Live the actual moment.

Only this moment is life.

Thich Nhat Hanh












Monday, 22 January 2018

coming home





the good

 The window to the left looks out over a small Memorial park 

and just beyond that is the Atlantic ocean and Short beach.

The window in the front of my desk looks out over 

the lowlands gravel parking lot and the town ball fields.

In summer, we see families walking across the park

to and fro from short beach. We see the set up for 

the Memorial day parade and we see them all marching up 

the hill and into town. We see them march back and after stopping

at the cemetery at the top of the hill, we see them have another little 

ceremony at Memorial park. 

We can see both the men's and the woman's softball games 

at night, after dinner in the park across the way. 

We see folks bringing their dogs to Doggy beach, 

which is just behind my desk.

We see the waves splashing against the cliffs 

on this rather tiny island. 

In the morning I watch the sun coming up

and in the evening I watch it going down. 

I have the best seat in the house....no wonder I never get any work done. 




the fun

I've been doing a lot of cooking

now that winter has settled in.

I love dancing around the kitchen

on a weekend afternoon.

the random

a menu for the week.

last week we did really good and only missed one night

due to and errand we had to run after work.

~

Monday: Steak and sweet potatoes with a green salad

Tuesday: cranberry sweet potato turkey poppers with sweet potato fries

Wednesday: slow cooker maple pulled pork with green beans

Thursday: sausage and caramelized onion stuffed acorn squash

Friday: Asian beef with mushroom and snow peas

Saturday: maple pork chops with sauteed pears and broccoli 

Sunday: lamb chops, rosemary potatoes, and zucchini

I will also be making some egg and sausage bites and

banana waffles to freeze for on the go breakfasts through out the week.

Lunches will be leftovers.

I will make some ginger/carrot muffins and some lemon poppyseed muffins 

for snacking on.















Saturday, 20 January 2018

20 January


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James 1:26

If anyone thinks he is religious and does not bridle his tongue

but deceives his heart,

this person's religion is worthless.

~ ~ ~

Websters 1828 definition of religion





James is not suggesting that we say nothing...

he mentions our hearts, and that they must be worthy.

He doesn't say we must stop our tongues.

He says we must bridle them, and a bridle controls, or steers...directs.

And, in order to direct our tongues, we must engage our thoughts,

and in order to engage our thoughts, we must understand where our hearts are. 

Let's face it, we are crafty individuals, and are able to deceive our hearts

into believing a great many things that are not religious...that are worthless. 

I know there are days I try and I try to justify or excuse my words 

or my thoughts, or even my own heart on a subject.

I spin things every which way but loose trying to make things work my way...

But, in the end, I must fall to my knees, and direct my thoughts and steer my words

to the way that Jesus teaches.

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Create in me a clean heart, Oh God

and renew a right spirit within me. 

Psalm 51:10










Friday, 19 January 2018

19 January


The scents of fresh blueberry muffins filled the kitchen...

and we had muffins for breakfast all week!

Quick and easy to grab on the go...and delicious. 



Joe and I have noticed that the sun is setting just a little bit later.

We caught a glimpse of it on our way home from work

one day last week!

~

Saturday I went up to visit with Verne and his parents.

We did some shopping at Wal-Mart and a few other places.

I wanted to check out an Aldi's market that is up their way.

But the best part was that I got to play with Verne.



Joe and I met my mum for dinner in town the other night.

She took the train from Connecticut where she was visiting my sister.

We met her after work, grabbed a bite to eat, and then drove her home.

The food was great at Kinsale, which is just next door to my work.

~

Monday was a holiday from work!

So we stayed home and relaxed.






Thursday, 18 January 2018

18 January




I've been spending some time in the kitchen on the weekends of late.

I baked apples with raisins, pepitas, cinnamon, nutmeg and a few drops of maple syrup.

They were delicious and I had enough for a few breakfasts 

during the week. 



Tuesday, 16 January 2018

17 January


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Death and life are in the power of the tongue,

and those who love it will eat it's fruit.

Proverbs 18:21




Peace begins in the kitchens and pantries, gardens and backyards,

where our food is grown and prepared.

The energies of nature and the infinite universe

are absorbed through the foods we eat and are

transmuted into our thoughts and actions. 

Michio Kushi

~ ~ ~
There is no spectacle on earth more appealing than that

of a beautiful woman in the act

of cooking dinner for someone she loves.

Tom Wolfe


~ ~ ~

I have been participating in A Bowl Full of Lemons

2018 Organized home challenge.

Last week I cleaned and organized my pantry.

When we first moved into our second floor flat on this rather tiny island,

the pantry was an old closet in the kitchen.

It hadn't been touched in about 40 years and it was disgusting!

I stripped the old linoleum off of the little floor

to find beautiful old pine boards honeyed

from years of  housewives feet stepping in

to grab a cup of sugar or a can of beans,

or sweeping up a bit of bread crumb.

I painted every single surface a beautiful creamy white

and lined the shelves with brown packaging paper

Now I love it so much, I won't put anything ugly in there.




Still though...it's an old closet in an old house.

The door opens inward which makes it rather difficult to move about

 and there's no light so

 we store an old headlamp in with the onions on the bottom shelf.

Yesterday as I stood back and admired my handiwork

It occurred to me that it doesn't really matter how beautiful our pantries look

or if they light up automatically when one opens the door (outward)

It's only  how we use the things that we store in our larders

to take care of  loved ones that matters.

Because the energies..the love...that I feed to my family

is carried with them throughout their days.

They use it when they wait in line, they use it when they smile at an old lady,

or when they stop to let some one cross the street,

and when they lay down their heads at night

the love and the light that I used to feed them and care for them

tucks them in and rocks them to sleep.

And...all the people that they touch through out the day

carry a bit of my love out into the world with them as they go...










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