The place we reside whether it be house, mobile home or in my case an apartment is a direct reflection of our inner mindscape. I lived with my folks for a year and a half after I moved back from Houston. No, matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep my folks’ house clean enough for my tastes. Frustrated, by the lack of order, I took a hard look at my parents. My father suffers from severe ADHD and I believe OCD as well. Most of the clutter in the house was a symbol of his innability to part with anything. The lack of organization of his things was a symbol of how little he valued what he had including the people in his life.
Unfortunatly, as a result of growing up with that I’ve gone in the direct opposite direction. Someone said my apartment was sparten. I was offended. I only keep things around me that I use regulary. This is also a Migrain related issue for me, too many things to look at over stimulates my brain and wears me out. I have a large beautiful picture of a vase with an orchid in it hanging above my couch. Beside photos of my daughter, I have nothing else on my walls in the living room. I may not have much, but I treasure it all. My possessions have special meaning for me. The exact same can be said for the people in my life. Each and every one is a blessing.
I was in a house so cluttered and dirty I didn’t want to touch anything. Which was ironic because the lack of care and respect he showed for his house, which he owned, was exactly how he treated me. We have gone our seperate ways, but that is a lesson I won’t forget.
“Always do what you are afraid to do.”
“Learn to drink the cup of Life as it comes.”
I’d like to take a moment to reflect and be grateful for the small things in life. Today it was my heavy winter coat, hat and scarf. We had another winter storm that turned the roads into a slushy icy mess. I commute over an hour to the university, I made my 8 am class, but then the campus was shut down due to weather. The drive home took twice as long, but I made it in one piece another thing to be grateful for. Last, but not least the lovely nap I had when I got home. It doesn’t matter how bad the situation may be if one is willing to look hard enough there is always something to be grateful for it just may not be evident at the time.
Here are a few more things I am grateful for
for without them new things could not begin
having the opportunity to go back to school
and the wisdom I have gained from life who is the hardest teacher of all
for it truly is the best medicine
without them I would have a much harder time getting through life’s difficulties
This is what happens when I used a bowl I thought was big enough for my crescent dough to rise in not quit.
Note to self: Don’t use the orange bowl.
I love this bowl. My mother gave it to me it’s probably as old as I am. The handles are actually two different sizes which makes it easier to pour ingredients back into their original containers. I normally use it when I measure flour. Less flour on my counter means more goes back into my gallon sized glass jars. Baking for me is a lot like jewelry making. I take different things which serve a purpose put them together and presto I have a beautiful necklace or a mouth-watering bread creation and it’s edible. That’s a real plus in my book. I bake and cook mostly from scratch to stay thin and be healthy. The only thing that I have found is better than a great meal is great company to enjoy it with. I’m having dinner with my family this evening and tomorrow we going to celebrate my daughter’s birthday.
These are ready to go into the oven!
Hot from the oven! This batch ended up darker than I inteded and a bit larger than I wanted, but this is the first time I’ve made crescent rolls. Next time I’ll know better.
This posts marks a milestone it’s my 50th post. In our insta everything life patience in something not everyone has anymore, but I do. This blog is a labor of love. Thank you to all who have taken a moment to stop and read my posts and especially to those who have given comments and likes.
Thank you also to those in my life who have given me verbal feedback. A friend of mine said the posts were “conversational” that was my exact intent without knowing precisely how to go about it even down to the name. Have you ever sat by a roaring fire on a chilly night? I have and whether it was with company or alone it was a relaxing and introspective experience.
I recently added the collected works of Frost to my Nook and found this poem, Revelation that really spoke to me. Frost is one of my favorite poets and of course my favorite piece of his thus far is The Road Not Taken. This part I’ve included here is not the poem in its entirety, just my favorite part. They are words I try to live by.
We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone really finds us out.
‘Tis pity if the case require
(or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.
But so with all, from babes that play
At hide-and- seek God afar
So all who hide too well away
must speak and tell us where they are.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
Took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.- Robert Frost
I was givin an amazing gift for 2013. I won a contest through Writer’s Digest magazine that allows me free access to their writing tutorials for 30 days. I’ve watched 3 thus far they are approximatly one hour each. I have 7 pages of notes and more ideas than I know what to do with. My new problem is balancing my writing time with watching these tutorials. I want to use what I’ve learned to tighten up my manuscript. I also want to get as much information out of them as possible. I have about 3 weeks left of access. I feel so blessed. As the saying goes when the student is ready the teacher(s) will come.
Dare to be…