Mellow Wednesday Music

As I do my best this morning to fight back the growing desire to go on a scorched earth rampage (coming home last night to a dead fridge/freezer full of Whole Foods groceries did not help AT ALL), I try to calm my frayed nerve endings with a little music. If you’re having one of “those” days as well, I hope this helps you, too.

Notes from the Moon Shell

At a most appropriate time, my mother gave me a copy of Gift from the Sea, a must-read for all women (in my humble opinion).
I recently returned the book as a temporarily loan to Mom; I felt that the timing was right. As I handed over the book, I noticed that while reading it a few years back, I dog-eared a number of pages for safe-keeping, and I opened it to the below. At this moment of my life during which I mightily struggle more than ever before to balance all that is urgently pressing and dear: love and the future that is rapidly approaching, family, work, friends… it was almost as if the spirit of Ms. Lindbergh were politely coughing and pointing from the great beyond to her words of wisdom.
I share this passage here with you and hope you pick up your own copy.

Is this then what happens to woman? She wants perpetually to spill herself away. All her instinct as a woman, the eternal nourisher of children, of men, of society, demands that she give. Her time, her energy, her creativeness drain out into these channels if there is any change, any leak. Traditionally we are taught, and instinctively we long, to give where it is needed, and immediately. Eternally, woman spills herself away in driblets to the thirsty, seldom being allowed the time, the quiet, the peace, to let the pitcher fill up to the brim.

Purposeful giving is not as apt to deplete ones resources; it belongs to that natural order of giving that seems to renew itself even in the act of depletion. The more one gives, the more one has to give, like milk in the breast.

If it is womans function to give, she must be replenished too. But how? Solitude, says the moon shell. Every person, especially every woman, should be alone sometime during the year, some part of each week, and each day.

Peaceful reminders

Produce

Past the citrus

Among the bananas

He trailed behind

My thoughts turned to oatmeal,

Our Sunday grocery trips,

The secrets that we share.

I turned around,

And just had to

Had to

Had to

Say “I love you.”

Take Flight

Everyone has Oceans to fly…
              if they have the Heart to do it.
                                                        Is it reckless? Maybe.

But what do dreams know of boundaries?”
 – Amelia Earhart

Dang.it

My cooking has improved SO much since the creation of this blog. I can decide to try a new dish and only have to make it once or twice (never thrice, like in the good ‘ol days…) to get it right. My kitchen meltdowns are fewer and further between, most especially now that the man in my life is a cooking whiz— a whiz, I tell you!
And all I wanted to do was slow cook some oatmeal in my brand new slow cooker (compliments of the whiz kid himself).
But, no. To slow cook yourself some oatmeal, you need steel cut oats. Not the rolled oats. Steel cut. How many web sites did I look at over the past few days that repeatedly stated this fact!?!? Well, I won’t tell you because it’s embarrassing. What I will tell you is that I picked up steel cut oats, put them down, and bought the wrong dang kind. I shall not be waking up tomorrow morning to oatmeal in my pretty new slow cooker.

Baby steps…

It Is Beginning to Taste A Lot Like Christmas

The holiday season is ripe with emotions: happiness, sadness, disappointment, joy, loneliness, togetherness, and more.  And, if you look at the cause and effect of each emotion, they are all embedded in expectation — whether your expectations are met, exceeded, or left flapping in the cold wind.  For me, every year is a battle of expectation management, and the result is always exhaustion; I welcome and dread this season in equal measures.

And while there are many blessings and many silver linings in this hectic, stressful, wonderful time of year, there is one standout, one little treat that is only available at Christmastime, one little indulgence that never fails to make my spirits bright, and that is… the mint M&M.

To my knowledge, this chocolaty-minty sweet can only be found once Christmas decor decks the halls of your local Walgreens (which, okay, is in October, but I always wait until December to pick up a bag!), and thus it is something I look forward to each year, something I allow my heart and mind to build up and up and up until you’d think this candy could never meet my expectations, but, then it does, and it is so good.

Merry Christmas.

Eat your mint M&Ms.

Mint M&Ms. Tastes like Christmas spirit.