Here I write and try to capture my everyday life even when it is blurry and unclear. I love simple things like sun flares and snowflakes, walks on the beach and people around my table; where you will always find candle light, laughter and flowers. Welcome to my blog and my corner of the world.
I am glad you are here.
while the milk steams i step outside to feed the birds
the cold wakes me and i can see
the first light from the sun
spilling sparkles onto the frozen pond
i drink my latte with my journal opened
and a bit of something to break my fast
i write. . . filling the lines with my thoughts
an hour or so passes and the dog wakes up
crawling out from underneath the warm covers
he stretches; downward dog pose
and greets me with tail wags and kisses
i bundle us both up and head out for a walk
he pees and does his business
and i point out the morning geese overhead
who are circling the pond
looking for a place to land
among our frozen morning world
I am following along with Amanda's writing prompts over at Write Alm for the month of December; sometimes writing in my journal and sometimes sharing here. Today's prompt was morning ritual. Morning is my favorite time of day, and my ritual is pretty sacred. I will even get up if I am still tired to have my hour or so alone. Don't mess with it, I tell him on the weekends. hope you morning was perfect, xoxo
She stuck her head out and took a deep breath. If she could eat the cold air, she would. She thought cold snaps were like cookies, like gingersnaps. In her mind they were made with white chocolate chunks and had a cool, brittle vanilla frosting. They melted like snow in her mouth, turning creamy and warm.” ― Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen
sleep eludes me as i rise in the middle of the night
the house is quiet and the cold encompasses me
the tile of the kitchen floor is icy
as i reach up on tiptoes and take down a mug
i warm the milk and step to the window
parting the vertical slats
which help keep the cold of the night at bay
i can see that while i was sleeping
Jack Frost has been active
i watch and sip, standing there alone in
the quiet of our kitchen
i slip back in bed beside him
the warm flannel of the bed welcomes me
he and the dog both roll over
his breath is even, the dog sighs
i sense sleep nearing
and i dream
i rise well rested and mid-morning the gentle snowfall starts
i bundle us both up, he is still not use to wearing his coat
his leash in hand and my camera around my neck
we walk and i point the magic out to him
we both leave footprints in the snow
and the frost on the trees reach out and snare the snow
conjuring up a world of undisturbed beauty
welcome december. . .
i can only imagine what goodness you might bring
i invite you inward, into my very being
encouraging you to surround me with all your beauty
your hope, your faith, your grace and traditions
i invite you to guide me into this season
with a giving heart and an open mind
as i don't want to miss one single moment you have to offer and this will surly get you in the mood....
the quality of being thankful; readiness to show appreciation for and to return kindness.
My 26 posts, over the last month, all centered around gratitude. Here are a few things I discovered. . . i love the process of making my morning latte almost as much as i like drinking it cornbread and blueberry muffins and pumpkins scones and brownies all fill the house will good smells the sky always has something to offer if i just look up the birds, which feed on our deck, can keep me engaged for hours flannel sheets are pure bliss evening walks in the dark are a gift i never knew about and he almost always goes with me now being kind is not always easy, but the rewards are worth it people like it when you accept a compliment with grace passion is a good thing my camera is my best friend and can get me out of a bad mood quicker than almost anything gratitude needs to be practiced When I started this 30 days of practicing gratitude I really was not sure what I expected to learn. Not only did I write about it here, but I kept a list going in my 365 and also my little journal. I started making little notes throughout the day in my journal, and by the end of the second week I was having to cut some things out for my post each night. Gratitude needs to be practiced. I have heard this, but never really believed it. I always thought I showed thanks for what I had. But taking the time to acknowledge the blue sky, or the smell of pumpkin scones baking is mindful and helps me appreciate the simple things in my life. Being openly grateful, by speaking my gratitude, both to those I love and to strangers, changes the way others treat me and thus makes for better interactions and relationships. Looking for gratitude instead of complaining makes for a clearer conscious. All these little things are like one big giant web catching goodness throughout my day, and for me the key is writing it down someplace, it is not enough just to think it. "They" say it takes 21 days to form a new habit, and I feel I am well on my way. do you practice a written gratitude? xoxo
I broke tradition yesterday and used fresh herbs in my dressing recipe. It was good. Big chunks of rustic bread, sauteed onions and celery sauteed in too much butter, fresh herbs, turkey stock and eggs. My mother always used an egg in her dressing, she also stuffed it into the turkey, which I quit doing years ago. She mixed it up in a dish pan, one she saved to use just for food. I can see her with her red apron on, mixing it with her hands, tasting it to make sure the seasoning was right. She used one of those little packets, which came with the package of stuffing bread.
For him it is all about the stuffed celery. The first year I didn't do it, he headed out Thanksgiving morning and bought his own fixings; the tiny little jars of pineapple cheese and pimento. I can't find those little jars any more but I buy other cheese and he stuffs them. For my boys it is about the potatoes and gravy. In fact Jordan called last night from the Bahamas and asked about them. Some of us like jelled cranberry sauce and some of us like fresh cranberry relish. He and I keep some of the traditions from our childhood and we have developed some of our own.
Our day was quiet. . . there was football and a special bottle of wine. A close friend shared the day with us and I missed my other two boys and my daughter-in-law. But the day was perfect and the food was seeped in tradition with a bit of our own flair. Even the dog got a bit of special goodness in his bowl last night.
My friend insisted on helping with the cleanup and we were treated to a beautiful sunset while doing so. We ended the evening with her pumpkin tart which was so good. Later I dropped into a bed a bit nostalgic and feeling so blessed. . . and thinking about Christmas. have you started to decorate yet? xoxo