Posts tagged "recipe"

The Joy of Remaining and Watermelon

This summer has been marked by rhythms which are a bit off beat. Perhaps they are syncopated, mostly beautiful, but different. As women we establish routines and traditions, often following the seasons and the calendar as we make our life within our family and home. Our old normal, the paradigm we grew accustomed to when our children were young was one of embracing summer, racing headlong into the three month...

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Rest and Ratatouille

In summer, metaphors are as plentiful as buzzing bees. Here is one with its nose buried in a hollyhock. Here are half a dozen more darting among the clover. Summer is a gradual unspooling, and I see the picture of it everywhere: rosebuds unfurling, pea vines and morning glories curling and uncurling. Summer is for slowly, but surely, unclenching our fists, letting our hurried shoulders drop, and leaning in toward...

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Signs of Life: on Play, Beauty, and Rest

Rest requires that we be who we are and nothing else. A life built upon Sabbath is content because in rhythms of rest we discover our time is full of the holiness of God. ~Shelly Miller, Rhythms of Rest If May almost did me in, June was trying to finish me off. Our family schedule had been a spanking, and I was still unsure of what all we had done...

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A mother’s love, some chocolate, and why you shouldn’t wait to say “I love you”

I learned a lot from my mother, as I assume most people who are blessed with good moms do. And there is something to the phrase "a mother's love" though I can't explain it.  In August 2015, my younger sister and I had flown from opposite coasts to spend some time with Mom in Arkansas. Our scheduled visit ended up being spent at the hospital and things were not looking...

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Piercing Questions and Costly Grace

“Don’t forget your coat!” Jeremy ran up behind me and wrapped me in the fluffy down-filled coat. Colorado is quietly cold in the winter. The sun is no gauge for the actual temperature. I bundled up, grabbed the homemade Whole Foods salsa I picked up, though I promised homemade salsa, and we were off to a dinner with 4 other friends, some of which we hadn’t seen in nearly 6...

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In the Habit of Hospitality

I am allergic to goals and averse to resolutions. I love to dream, but I prefer my dreams in rosy shades of vague. Details and action plans make me tired. Oh, January. Oh, month of optimism and ambition. I love you. But I do not trust you. * Or, perhaps, I do not trust myself. For though I am no setter of goals, I, too, long to turn over that...

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On Apples, Trees and the Light of the World

Tonight I’m turning off the lights and letting the low light of the candle flicker over Bing Crosby’s voice. For hundreds of years, people have been lighting candles for one reason or another. For comfort. For light. For hope. For prayer. To show someone which way to go. To find the way themselves. Tonight I’m keeping them lit because they remind me that darkness cannot extinguish light. No matter how...

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Advent: Waiting, Listening, and Hearing

wait (verb): to look forward to eagerly “Advent: the time to listen for footsteps – you can’t hear footsteps when you’re running yourself.” Bill McKibben "I am hunkering down right now. I don't know where I am. This year has been hard. I have not lived this year as I wanted to; I have had to live this year as I needed to with all that has been going on." A...

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Friday Feast: Cauliflower Soup

 Among the many gifts of the Autumn season, hot soup in warm mugs on cold afternoons and evenings sits at the top of my list. I wait for this all year. In my house, (as is probably true for many of you too), we have a variety of dietary constraints. I've got nut-free, people, dairy-free people, people who only like chicken nuggets or pizza, my husband eats a Keto diet, while I am...

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Grief, Gratitude, and Turkey Stuffing

Thanksgiving was the first holiday we celebrated after moving to this old red-brick farmhouse in southeastern Pennsylvania. Tomorrow, we will celebrate our fifth Thanksgiving in this place. Is it any wonder I am looking back? Every year, we have roasted a turkey bought from a local Lancaster County farmer. I no longer attempt complicated new recipes because these turkeys are so flavorful. There are many reasons to take good care...

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