Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Praise song for the day.
Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others' eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.
Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.
A woman and her son wait for the bus.
A farmer considers the changing sky; A teacher says, "Take out your pencils. Begin."
We encounter each other in words, words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed; words to consider, reconsider.
We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and then others who said, "I need to see what's on the other side; I know there's something better down the road."
We need to find a place where we are safe; We walk into that which we cannot yet see.
Say it plain, that many have died for this day. Sing the names of the dead who brought us here, who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges, picked the cotton and the lettuce, built brick by brick the glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of.
Praise song for struggle; praise song for the day. Praise song for every hand-lettered sign; The figuring it out at kitchen tables.
Some live by "Love thy neighbor as thy self."
Others by first do no harm, or take no more than you need.
What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.
In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking forward in that light.
-- Elizabeth Alexander
Another trashy project.
So I saved the drawers from that project, I did toss the one that fell apart.
I painted one, hung it on the wall and filled it with the practical things for shipping and treasures too.
The den is a mix of practicality and our art.
There are still some blank spaces waiting to be filled.
I can"t explain how happy this one little change makes me.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
The power of suggestion.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Homemade Noodles
Put a couple cups of flour in a bowl, the nice thing is you can use whatever flour you like, I have never tried a gluten free type, but I think that would work too. Make a well and add an egg or two. My family likes a lot of noodles so I use more of both.
Pinch off a bit and with floury hands, start rolling. It's just like making play dough snakes.
Get your soup base boiling and add the noodles. They only take a couple of minutes to cook.
(sorry for the crappy photo)
They are a bit chewy but the family loves them.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
No resolutions for me!
My entry way is were my pup's food, one bed and his toys are. He tends to get dirty at times and is a place we can block him off until he's dry.
Before shot, notice the small basket with too may toys to hold.
I had purchased this fun dog fabric quite some time ago and made a new "basket" to hold everything.
Much better.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
If you can pay attention long enough...
Monday, January 5, 2009
Guilt Free Doughnut Recipe
Take one handsome hubby
one 3 wheeler
2 laughing kids
2 sleds
some rope
If you like your doughnuts extra sweet add one medium sized dog and his laundry jug.
Add all your ingredients to an iced over pond and mix well.
Enjoy!
