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Friday, October 29, 2010
Good Enough
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
A Time to Dance
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under
heaven:a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up
what is planted;a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep; and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek and a time to lose;
a time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8
Today, my Aunt Eileen and I buried my grandma. She has been gone for over a year now and my aunt has had her ashes in an urn at her house. We finally felt it was time to lay her down to rest. It was a beautiful fall day, full of autumn breezes, one that my grandma would have basked in.
My aunt and I shared a lot of great memories and knew that grandma was laughing right along with us. One of the greatest things about her was that when she laughed, her shoulders shook up and down. Even if there was not a sound coming out of her mouth, her body was jiggling.
Right after my biological father died, my grandma and aunt went to a group meeting that they were told would help them cope with their loss. The group began by going around and making introductions. The first person they came to said, "My name is _____ and I have terrible anxiety. I can't even go to the grocery store without having a panic attack". The second person, "My name is _____ and I break out in to cold sweats when I leave the house". As the introductions continued, my grandma and aunt realized they were in a group for people who suffer from agoraphobia. My aunt remembers that out of the corner of her eye, she saw my grandma's shoulders start to shake up and down uncontrollably.
Even in the midst of unbearable pain, there is reason for laughter. We have certainly grieved, but today we celebrated and did so with a smile.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Easy Chicken Parmesan
Drink Deeply
Friday, October 22, 2010
Discovering the Extraordinary in the Ordinary
Thursday, October 21, 2010
European-style Cooking
Most of you know that I've been taking prednisone for my eczema. Between that and the onset of shorter days (less sunlight), I've been feeling a little gloomy. Okay, that's a euphamism. I've been feeling like burying my head in a pillow and bawling my eyes out. There is no logical reason for this, and as much as I tell myself that, I still feel blue.
So today, I am going to do an experiment. I feel like staying in my pajamas and letting Dynamite watch Sesame Street, but instead, I am going to "rally," as my Sourpatch friend says. I am going to get dressed and head out, enjoy the sunshine. Mind over matter. I'm going to find a great recipe for dinner and do a load of laundry (with some cherry blossom fabric softener).
I will let you all know how it goes.
"Energy and persistence conquer all things." Benjamin Franklin
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Will You Be My Friend? Check Yes or No
Monday, October 18, 2010
Cashew Chicken Curry
http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Chicken-Curry-with-Cashews-231358
Live Well
Okay, but how do I do that in my life? I am not a nun in Calcutta. I have three kids to take care of and a house to maintain. If you are a perfectionist like me, you might think, "Wow, I could never measure up to that ideal". But I am not called to that ideal. I am called to be a wife and mother, to meet the needs of my family the best I can, and to simply be present to the everyday tasks at hand.
Right now, that task is distracting my two-year old who is on a mission to rip open a bag of cheesy popcorn...
So today, whether you are ministering to those in hospital beds, working at a desk or wiping butts for a living (aka: mom), do it well. And do it with the knowledge that we are all called to very different things, none of which are insignificant.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
The Joy of Sneezing
My grandma was an extraordinary woman. She always encouraged me in my love of writing and of music, two things that bring such joy to me. I examine my life today and know that it would not be nearly as fulfilled had it not been for her strong influence.
I watched my grandma's body slowly be taken over by Parkinson's Disease. It was over a course of some twenty plus years, but the amazing thing was that her mind stayed extremely sharp until perhaps the last couple of months.
As I watched her shaking hand try to get her fork up to her mouth, I thought how miserable her life must be. She couldn't button up her shirts or her bras anymore and no more necklaces with the little clasps that she loved. She was stuck inside now and needed someone nearby almost twenty-four/seven. In the midst of all my feeling sorry for her, I happened to sneeze. My grandma looked at me with a dreamy smile and asked, "Don't you just love to sneeze? I've never understood those people who try to hold their sneezes in; it's really fun to sneeze". And that's when I realized, the human spirit can lose all things, but if they let go of their sense of joy and gratitude, life becomes toilsome. My grandma held on to that truth with trembling hands.
Today I remember not her infirmities, but her strength and dignity.
I hope your day is full of the joy of sneezing and all of life's other little wonders.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Just one of those days
I did, however, go on a bike ride to the bank with Graham in tow...and then I realized from the big sign on the window that it was, in fact, Columbus Day. As a side note, the tellers at the bank are very friendly when I go through the drive-thru on my bicycle.
After dinner, I ate the kids' sour patch kids that I told them they couldn't have because it would give them cavities (don't feel too sorry for them; they didn't eat their dinner, but I did eat mine...and they were asleep by this time). But there were no red ones! Only yellow and green. That's when I knew it was just time to throw in the towel and call it a day.
Tomorrow: a day full of new adventures...
Good night, everyone.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Becoming Whole
As children, we are taught that there are good people and there are bad people. But what of the good people that make bad choices? And is there not a drop of good in those people locked away in prisons? I believe that there is. Debbie Ford, author and self-help guru has some fascinating things to say about this in her book, "The Dark Side of the Light Chasers".
We lead ourselves in to a very precarious place when we think of ourselves as fully one or the other. We are both...striving ultimately to rid ourselves of sin, but to know that we are loved "yet when we [are]sinners".
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Why Less is More...
But the real reason why I am writing is because of a fascinating bit of information I heard today: a worker bee produces one twelfth of a teaspoon of honey in his lifetime. One twelfth. In an entire lifetime. I'm sure you've heard all of the old adages like, "Oh, aren't you a busy bee?". Who in the heck cares if they are busy if they don't really accomplish anything? Or do they?
They are, in fact, productive. And what they produce is perfect in its own rite. It is pure and simple. We're thinking quality here, not quantity.
It is inherent to the bee to make honey. The queen bee doesn't invite the worker bee over and say, "Okay, here's what we're gonna do. You're gonna make some honey and bust your @#!*% for peanuts...okay, forget the peanuts, how about some pollen?". No. Work is in the bee's DNA. The bee was made to work, to create, and to do something of value.
I, too, was made to do these things. But I think my standards may be too high. I want to move mountains each and every day. I have a hundred and one things to do and I want to do them all perfectly...
But the life and determination of the bee sobers me. It inspires me to create something raw, beautiful, unblemished. And this something doesn't have to be over the top, but it does have to be genuine. Even if it is the very smallest feat, it need be honest. If it is a gesture, let it come from my core. If it is a touch, let it be deliberate and meaningful. If I produce something bursting with purity that equates to the bee's one twelfth of a teaspoon...well, I will take a deep breath and congratulate myself for a job well done.