Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
I have a dreadful chest cold. You know, the kind that makes you honk like a goose when you cough...or at least that's what happens to me. The kind that makes you want to curl up in a ball and shut the world out for days on end with some nice chicken noodle soup. Maybe watch some old Doris Day movies with that soup. Ugh. Unfortunately, life will let me do no such thing and so trudging on I go in my foggy state. Thankfully, I adore everything I do, otherwise I'd be pretty miserable right now.
I feel like there's a band wrapped around my chest. I know what I need, but I won't get any till Saturday when I go home. I need some Avgolemono soup.
That's quite a name isn't it? I mean, with a name like that, it should cure everything! And it does. It's the Greek "cure all" for basically any ailment that may have come upon you. My step mom is greek and this is a traditional greek soup made out of rice, chicken broth, lemon, and eggs. It is the most delicious soup to ever slide over anyone's tongue and I live off of it when I'm home sick and she's there to make it for me. Knocks chicken noodle soup totally out of the water! So, the goal is to not die (because chest colds are so deadly) before I can make it home to consume mass amounts of Avgolemono soup on Saturday.
Alright, today I tried to bake gingerbread men...again...frustration. As much as I like to bake, gingerbread men and I do not get along. They are constantly trying to run away from me...or I'm decapitating them...or they have limbs falling off here and there. Dreadful. The kitchen began to look like a gingerbread war zone after a few hours of trying to figure out how to get them to not fall apart at this altitude, even though I was using a "high altitude" recipe that came "highly recommended" on the internet. You just can't believe anything on the internet nowadays;-).
I eventually had somewhat of a successful batch. Well, their arms were a bit fat and sort of ran into their necks...but hey, you could at least tell what they were...and there were no arms, legs, or heads left lying about when all was said and done. Nor were there any headless cookies to speak of. Whew.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
It is the Christmas season. It is the most wonderful time of year. The time of year that sings of hot chocolaty nights...
...filled with crackling fires to make the chocolate taste all the more delicious.
The time of year filled with tiny lights sparkling and winking as if the sky had let stars rain down.
The time of year when troubles seem to melt away (unless you're stressing over Christmas presents...I wouldn't recommend that) and laughter, joy and mirth go dancing about here and there.
The time of year when the air seems to be made of such delights as cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, orange, pumpkin, and apples.
The time of year when, no matter what kind of family you have, no matter how they can drive you crazy at times, you overflow with love for them and want to be with them. The time of year when the smell of a Christmas tree floods your memories with years gone by and lighting it for the first time is like magic itself. Yes, it's the most wonderful time of year.
I have had several people say to me lately that they feel this is also the most selfish time of year. The time of year that sets our children up for thinking only about what they want as opposed to what they can give. The time of year that replaces the true meaning of Christmas, Jesus, with Santa, Frosty, and Rudolph. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I don't like these characters as much as anyone, but if it's true that we're letting them take the place of Jesus Christ, we have a serious problem. If this is true in my own life, I would rather cast them out than to have Jesus given less glory, because that is all that matters to me.
This is my favorite time of year, I love everything about it. Not for what I might get from others, but just for the beauty and love I feel. For the thought that, Jesus, though December 25th may not be His exact birthday, did come as a tiny baby, He did leave heaven for me, and He did take on human form forever because of His great love for you and I. This is the truth. No matter when He was born, this is the immovable truth. So, this is what Christmas is all about to me, it's not about the gifts, hot chocolate, Santa, or any other representation of Christmas. It is only about Him, but this is how it should be with everything that enters my life, with every aspect of who I am. For as I have said before, I am not my own, I am His. And if I am His then nothing I do can be about me or anything else, it can only be about Him and giving Him glory in all I do, because I love Him so.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
There is something so enchanting about a beautiful window. Perhaps it's the way the light dances and laughs through the panes, or the view from out of it's glistening surface. There are times when to sit at a window and gaze out, at nothing in particular, is the most wonderful thing in the world. To allow your mind to just wander back and forth between whatever this window may evoke, could be no more perfect at the time.
There have been many windows that have played significant roles in my life. Windows who's views, panes, or glass seemed to spur something in my soul, that demanded I take action and do whatever it was they were demanding I do. At times, it was the view I saw. Some windows showcased a shining, twisting, curving river, framed and surrounded by low blue ridge mountains. Some windows showed a beautiful back yard, full of childhood wonder and wisdom, swing sets and fig trees, wood piles and gardens.
Some proudly exhibited the beautiful, lonely sea, evoking emotions perhaps deeper than any other view. Or perhaps, there was haunting beauty that my heart found in the glass itself. Glass that was old and waving beautifully with time, glass that was clouded from years of standing between the inside and outside worlds they were caught between.
Some of the glass panes colored their outside views a bit blue or green, causing everything seen to be magically altered. And how could I withstand the charm of how many windows, especially those that are forever frozen in time, are dressed. There is nothing that gives me a thrill quite like a well done-up window. With panes thrown open and a gentle breeze softly lifting the cloth of choice hung there, the sight quietly steals a corner tucked away in my heart, reserved only for ordinary beauty such as this. In these moments, I know that from said window, anything is possible...
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
It has been a most blustery autumn week. Actually, the past couple weeks have been this way. I'm almost certain the wind was trying to lift those out in the middle of it up and away...somewhere. Perhaps to Neverland or the Hundred Acre Wood, where they would have heard a dialog something like this:
What would you answer yourself if you were being carried off my the north wind? If I was being lifted up and spirited away, I should fancy I'd ask, " Will they have peppermint ice cream and Earl Grey tea where we're going, Mrs. Wind? For I should not like to go to a place that is dreadful enough to not have either of those wonderful things." However, being lifted in the wind's arms and taken to some wonderful "other world" would be an adventure of great proportions and I think I would relish every moment of the journey.
Last night, I discovered something very exciting. I was in a fabric store looking for just the right fabric to make my closet curtains with, and what should I come across? Brace yourself...Junior Mints that have peppermint pieces in the chocolate coating! Yes, I know this will probably alter your world somewhat, I know it did mine;-) I love junior mints and adding peppermint to them is simply genius, that's what it is! If you have not tried this wonderful holiday treat, do yourself a favor and go searching for some. Peppermint bark is quite extraordinary too, so you may have to look for that while you're at it. It's preferable to enjoy such treats with a wonderful cup of irish breakfast tea. Pop one in your mouth right after you've had a sip of tea and it will melt in the most perfect fashion...or at least I think so.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
This morning is a decidedly "English" morning. The kind of morning where I look out the window at my little lake and can only just make it out through the heavy fog floating about everywhere. The little golden tree that stands outside my window is no longer dancing in the autumn breeze, but he is held perfectly still by a stillness that only comes with this kind of fog. It's a weighty and mysterious fog, which I love. An English fog. Even the birds are quiet, not daring to utter a single note for fear of breaking the silence.