Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for a typical March day.
In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.
- Mark Twain
With a resounding roar, March’s final stand brings winds and snow befitting a wild spring blizzard. We awake to several inches of wet snow and ice covering the local landscape. The storm that began last night continues its rampage all morning. T and I try twice to take a walk, but retreat in the wake of high winds and sleet.
When the skies finally clear around 2 PM, we dash to the park, antsy for some exercise and fresh air. We walk briskly, completing five laps on the snow-packed walkway. Then, I undertake the arduous task of shoveling heavy snow and slushy ice from the driveway and sidewalk. Whew! Now that’s a workout.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Wednesday, 30 March 2005 - A writer's life
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for a writer's life.
Some critics will write 'Maya Angelou is a natural writer' - which is right after being a natural heart surgeon. - Maya Angelou
Writing is very hard work, demanding discipline, respect for language, countless rewrites, careful editing, and boundless patience. It's the ideal occupation for my perfectionist soul.
Writing found me early in life, sealing my fate before the outside world could influence my destiny. I've come a long way since I first penned a simple verse nearly 45 years ago. Funny, all my poems rhymed back then. Today, my life reaches far beyond a third grader's imagination, yet I still exploit the same talent and write as passionately.
I believe I am a good writer. I believe I have a lot to say. I believe my words can affect a person's life. And, I believe that the book I am writing will change someone's world in an important way.
If you're looking for me, you'll find me in my studio. I'm sitting at the computer, writing.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for a writer's life.
Some critics will write 'Maya Angelou is a natural writer' - which is right after being a natural heart surgeon. - Maya Angelou
Writing is very hard work, demanding discipline, respect for language, countless rewrites, careful editing, and boundless patience. It's the ideal occupation for my perfectionist soul.
Writing found me early in life, sealing my fate before the outside world could influence my destiny. I've come a long way since I first penned a simple verse nearly 45 years ago. Funny, all my poems rhymed back then. Today, my life reaches far beyond a third grader's imagination, yet I still exploit the same talent and write as passionately.
I believe I am a good writer. I believe I have a lot to say. I believe my words can affect a person's life. And, I believe that the book I am writing will change someone's world in an important way.
If you're looking for me, you'll find me in my studio. I'm sitting at the computer, writing.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Tuesday, 29 March 2005 - The Finch family
Dear Lord:
Today, I am thankful for the Finch family.
I am very happy to report that the finches are back! An energetic pair is busily setting up house in the Christmas wreath that decorates our front door. S and I can peer through the peephole to observe the hustle and bustle of nest building. The activity continues despite the blizzard that’s sweeping our valley with wet snow and cold winds.
Last summer, we watched three baby finches grow to maturity. I hope our luck continues this year. In the meantime, we’ve retired the “vacancy” sign and are settling into our roles as the Finch family’s landlord and protector.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for the Finch family.
I am very happy to report that the finches are back! An energetic pair is busily setting up house in the Christmas wreath that decorates our front door. S and I can peer through the peephole to observe the hustle and bustle of nest building. The activity continues despite the blizzard that’s sweeping our valley with wet snow and cold winds.
Last summer, we watched three baby finches grow to maturity. I hope our luck continues this year. In the meantime, we’ve retired the “vacancy” sign and are settling into our roles as the Finch family’s landlord and protector.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Monday, March 28, 2005
Monday, 28 March 2005 - My garden's first spring flower
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for my garden's first spring flower.
What a picture perfect day – temperatures in the 60s, blue skies, and cool breezes. Mid-afternoon, T and I finish our afternoon walk around the park and head for home. Before entering the house, I survey the xeriscape garden I planted late last summer to replace the lawn. I hope to find new growth on the hardiest plants.
Instead, to my delight, I find one miniature iris near the lavender plants, its pretty yellow head rising above the drab mulch. I check the other bulb beds and discover many green shoots pushing through the earth. I’m relieved that my garden is finally emerging from its winter sleep. To celebrate the occasion, I raise a glass of homemade lemonade and toast the little iris.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for my garden's first spring flower.
What a picture perfect day – temperatures in the 60s, blue skies, and cool breezes. Mid-afternoon, T and I finish our afternoon walk around the park and head for home. Before entering the house, I survey the xeriscape garden I planted late last summer to replace the lawn. I hope to find new growth on the hardiest plants.
Instead, to my delight, I find one miniature iris near the lavender plants, its pretty yellow head rising above the drab mulch. I check the other bulb beds and discover many green shoots pushing through the earth. I’m relieved that my garden is finally emerging from its winter sleep. To celebrate the occasion, I raise a glass of homemade lemonade and toast the little iris.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Sunday, 27 March 2005 - Easter
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for the resurrection miracle and a beautiful spring day on which we celebrate Easter.
For these blessings, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for the resurrection miracle and a beautiful spring day on which we celebrate Easter.
For these blessings, I am grateful.
Amen.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Saturday, 26 March 2005 - A lesson in cooperation
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for a lesson in cooperation.
I am usually an all or nothing person - that's just my personality. So, when we embark on our daily walks, I view the activity as an important aerobic exercise session. T, however, thinks differently. Most days, he walks briskly and deliberately like he's on an important mission. Some days, he chooses a moderate pace, stopping here and there to sniff the grass or mark a bush. And, at least one day a week, he dilly-dallies along the path, sniffing this bush and that tree as his mood dictates. On his "slow" days, I try to prod him to walk faster, admonishing, "This is a walk, not a sniff!" He doesn't care. He has chosen his pace and intends to keep it regardless of my demands.
So, I've learned to walk with T, and he has learned to walk with me. On his high energy days, we both get a great workout. On his moderately energetic days, he gets a better workout than he expected since he has to keep up with me. On his low energy days, I let him walk at a more leisurely pace, giving him ample opportunities to sniff and mark. In exchange, he lets me pause along the trail whenever I wish. He thinks I am resting, but I'm actually very busy observing the world around us, gathering ideas for this journal and the book I am writing.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for a lesson in cooperation.
I am usually an all or nothing person - that's just my personality. So, when we embark on our daily walks, I view the activity as an important aerobic exercise session. T, however, thinks differently. Most days, he walks briskly and deliberately like he's on an important mission. Some days, he chooses a moderate pace, stopping here and there to sniff the grass or mark a bush. And, at least one day a week, he dilly-dallies along the path, sniffing this bush and that tree as his mood dictates. On his "slow" days, I try to prod him to walk faster, admonishing, "This is a walk, not a sniff!" He doesn't care. He has chosen his pace and intends to keep it regardless of my demands.
So, I've learned to walk with T, and he has learned to walk with me. On his high energy days, we both get a great workout. On his moderately energetic days, he gets a better workout than he expected since he has to keep up with me. On his low energy days, I let him walk at a more leisurely pace, giving him ample opportunities to sniff and mark. In exchange, he lets me pause along the trail whenever I wish. He thinks I am resting, but I'm actually very busy observing the world around us, gathering ideas for this journal and the book I am writing.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Friday, March 25, 2005
Friday, 25 March 2005 - Good news
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful that good news is on its way.
After a week full of troubling news stories, I am glad to turn off the outside world and spend time taking care of personal matters. Good Friday does that to me - forces me to look inward so I can assess the health of my soul.
Although difficult and complex, inner work is a very worthwhile undertaking. Today, I need to discard the debris and weeds and rocks that pollute my life. My inner garden needs to flourish so I must till the soil and plant only good seeds for my future.
For me, the process goes something like this: I explore, then discover, then deny, then repent, then forgive. I also cry a lot. Finally, I choose to move on. I don't enjoy the process but I like the results.
I look forward to Easter Sunday so I can embrace its message of renewed hope and greater faith. I also plan to celebrate some really good news.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful that good news is on its way.
After a week full of troubling news stories, I am glad to turn off the outside world and spend time taking care of personal matters. Good Friday does that to me - forces me to look inward so I can assess the health of my soul.
Although difficult and complex, inner work is a very worthwhile undertaking. Today, I need to discard the debris and weeds and rocks that pollute my life. My inner garden needs to flourish so I must till the soil and plant only good seeds for my future.
For me, the process goes something like this: I explore, then discover, then deny, then repent, then forgive. I also cry a lot. Finally, I choose to move on. I don't enjoy the process but I like the results.
I look forward to Easter Sunday so I can embrace its message of renewed hope and greater faith. I also plan to celebrate some really good news.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Thursday, 24 March 2005 - Flexible schedules
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for flexible schedules.
Today's weather embraced the four seasons. Clear blue skies, sunshine, and mild temperatures delighted T and me as we hiked the trail - a perfect spring morning. A mass of dark clouds, however, rolled in around mid-morning turning the azure sky a gloomy autumn gray. The clouds evolved into a slow moving storm, bringing hail and the familiar rumble of a summer thunderstorm. Right now, winter's snow continues to fall.
The crazy weather upset our afternoon schedules. S reluctantly cancelled his bike ride. Instead, he'll work out at World Gym or hit the heavy bag and speed bag in our home gym. T, on the other hand, insisted on his second walk. To appease him, I bundled up in my Gortex jacket, ski gloves and hat and lead him to the park. He didn't like the snow and sleet at all, so we turned around at the park entrance - too wet and too windy for both of us. We'll try again later if calmer weather returns.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for flexible schedules.
Today's weather embraced the four seasons. Clear blue skies, sunshine, and mild temperatures delighted T and me as we hiked the trail - a perfect spring morning. A mass of dark clouds, however, rolled in around mid-morning turning the azure sky a gloomy autumn gray. The clouds evolved into a slow moving storm, bringing hail and the familiar rumble of a summer thunderstorm. Right now, winter's snow continues to fall.
The crazy weather upset our afternoon schedules. S reluctantly cancelled his bike ride. Instead, he'll work out at World Gym or hit the heavy bag and speed bag in our home gym. T, on the other hand, insisted on his second walk. To appease him, I bundled up in my Gortex jacket, ski gloves and hat and lead him to the park. He didn't like the snow and sleet at all, so we turned around at the park entrance - too wet and too windy for both of us. We'll try again later if calmer weather returns.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Wednesday, 23 March 2005 - Serendipity, epiphany and opportunity
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for serendipity, epiphany, and opportunity. All three grace my life.
Today, I am thankful for serendipity, epiphany, and opportunity. All three grace my life.
- serendipity : the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for.
- epiphany (1) : a usually sudden manifestation or perception of the essential nature or meaning of something; (2) : an intuitive grasp of reality through something (as an event) usually simple and striking; (3a) : an illuminating discovery; (3b) : a revealing scene or moment.
- opportunity : a favorable juncture of circumstances.
For these blessings, I am grateful.
Amen.
Source: Merriam-Webster online dictionary
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Tuesday, 22 March 2005 - Clean water
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for clean water.
As I scan today's newspaper, I see yet another story about tsunami victims who cannot obtain enough clean drinking water. They queue for hours for a gallon or two of the precious life-sustaining liquid. A woman's desperation, a man's frustration, a child's confusion - the accompanying photographs convey the futility that colors this lose-lose situation.
I study the glass of purified water that I poured just a few minutes ago - a commodity that I take for granted. Suddenly, I feel very fortunate to have the basics of life so readily available to me: food, water, clothing, shelter, good mental and physical health, and hope for a better future. Indeed, I am a very wealthy person.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for clean water.
As I scan today's newspaper, I see yet another story about tsunami victims who cannot obtain enough clean drinking water. They queue for hours for a gallon or two of the precious life-sustaining liquid. A woman's desperation, a man's frustration, a child's confusion - the accompanying photographs convey the futility that colors this lose-lose situation.
I study the glass of purified water that I poured just a few minutes ago - a commodity that I take for granted. Suddenly, I feel very fortunate to have the basics of life so readily available to me: food, water, clothing, shelter, good mental and physical health, and hope for a better future. Indeed, I am a very wealthy person.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Monday, March 21, 2005
Monday, 21 March 2005 - Introspection
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for a time of introspection.
For me, the week before Easter has evolved into a time of introspection, filled with self-reflection and prayer. I also cleanse my body, going on the "master cleanser" lemonade fast for as long as needed. My goal - to emerge on Easter Sunday with a rejuvenated body, mind and spirit.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for a time of introspection.
For me, the week before Easter has evolved into a time of introspection, filled with self-reflection and prayer. I also cleanse my body, going on the "master cleanser" lemonade fast for as long as needed. My goal - to emerge on Easter Sunday with a rejuvenated body, mind and spirit.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Sunday, 20 March 2005 - A really good movie
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for a really good movie.
Our claim to fame is never watching an Oscar-nominated film before the Academy Awards ceremony. I read the reviews, but wait until the film is on DVD before indulging in the actual viewing. Although we lose the impact of the big screen, we prefer to watch in the comfort of our home with healthy snacks available in the kitchen and the remote's pause button ready for bathroom breaks. Besides, T can join us even though he rarely reacts to anything on TV, including barking dogs and meowing cats. He sleeps through every movie no matter the subject or notoriety or noise level.
Recently, I've watched some films that I highly recommend: Chocolat, Big Fish, The Bourne Supremacy, Calendar Girls, Rabbitt-Proof Fence, Osama, The Hurricane, and House of Fog and Sand.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for a really good movie.
Our claim to fame is never watching an Oscar-nominated film before the Academy Awards ceremony. I read the reviews, but wait until the film is on DVD before indulging in the actual viewing. Although we lose the impact of the big screen, we prefer to watch in the comfort of our home with healthy snacks available in the kitchen and the remote's pause button ready for bathroom breaks. Besides, T can join us even though he rarely reacts to anything on TV, including barking dogs and meowing cats. He sleeps through every movie no matter the subject or notoriety or noise level.
Recently, I've watched some films that I highly recommend: Chocolat, Big Fish, The Bourne Supremacy, Calendar Girls, Rabbitt-Proof Fence, Osama, The Hurricane, and House of Fog and Sand.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Saturday, 19 March 2005 - A good laugh
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for a good laugh.
Sometimes the source is a newspaper article, a favorite cartoon or an NPR report. Many times, it's our Chocolate Lab, T, who amuses us with "better than TV" entertainment. But, most times, it's my witty husband, S.
Today, he stands on his well-worn soapbox, ranting and raving about politics and sports and whatever else annoys him. I try to stifle a giggle - I've already heard much of what he has to say. But, it's no use. S is so very funny this morning. I laugh, he laughs, and T, who thinks everything is about him, enthusiastically tap dances around us.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for a good laugh.
Sometimes the source is a newspaper article, a favorite cartoon or an NPR report. Many times, it's our Chocolate Lab, T, who amuses us with "better than TV" entertainment. But, most times, it's my witty husband, S.
Today, he stands on his well-worn soapbox, ranting and raving about politics and sports and whatever else annoys him. I try to stifle a giggle - I've already heard much of what he has to say. But, it's no use. S is so very funny this morning. I laugh, he laughs, and T, who thinks everything is about him, enthusiastically tap dances around us.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Friday, March 18, 2005
Friday, 18 March 2005 - A cozy sweater ...
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for a cozy sweater, thick wool socks, Ugg slippers, a warm lap blanket and a new knitting project.
You guessed it. Winter returned for what I hope is his final visit. According to the calendar, spring officially begins on Sunday. Brrr. With snow falling and the furnace working overtime, I'll need to see it to believe it.
For these blessings, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for a cozy sweater, thick wool socks, Ugg slippers, a warm lap blanket and a new knitting project.
You guessed it. Winter returned for what I hope is his final visit. According to the calendar, spring officially begins on Sunday. Brrr. With snow falling and the furnace working overtime, I'll need to see it to believe it.
For these blessings, I am grateful.
Amen.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Wednesday, 17 March 2005 - A green thumb
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for a green thumb.
My green thumb came only as a result of the mistakes I made while learning to see things from the plant's point of view. H. Fred Ale
I welcome the landscape's transformation as winter browns melt into spring greens. While inspecting my gardens, I excitedly discover bits of green sprouting everywhere - sure signs that the flowers and shrubs have survived the cold and snowy months. My list of gardening to-dos grows by the minute as I check the Internet to verify a favorable 5-day weather forecast. Although the National Weather Service predicts dry weather through the weekend, I suspect that late winter days like today mimic spring just to tease Colorado gardeners.
In any event, I had better get my tools ready for a bit of exercise. The ground has begun its long, slow thaw. I'm sure that this weekend will be perfect for sowing wildflower seeds and planting a few more bulbs.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for a green thumb.
My green thumb came only as a result of the mistakes I made while learning to see things from the plant's point of view. H. Fred Ale
I welcome the landscape's transformation as winter browns melt into spring greens. While inspecting my gardens, I excitedly discover bits of green sprouting everywhere - sure signs that the flowers and shrubs have survived the cold and snowy months. My list of gardening to-dos grows by the minute as I check the Internet to verify a favorable 5-day weather forecast. Although the National Weather Service predicts dry weather through the weekend, I suspect that late winter days like today mimic spring just to tease Colorado gardeners.
In any event, I had better get my tools ready for a bit of exercise. The ground has begun its long, slow thaw. I'm sure that this weekend will be perfect for sowing wildflower seeds and planting a few more bulbs.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Wednesday, 16 March 2005 - A change of seasons
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for a change of seasons.
However mean your life is, meet it and live it: do not shun it and call it hard names. Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Things do not change, we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts. -- Henry David Thoreau
My soul has dwelled in winter for a long time, enduring an uneasy hibernation. Today, I am pleased to report that the seeds of hope and change that I planted several years ago are finally germinating. For me, the change of season from winter to spring is long overdue. But, I understand the delay. Transformation takes time. And, I've had to heal many wounds and break some deep, bitter roots.
As I emerge from my cocoon, I feel much better about the world and about myself. My depression no longer visits for weeks at a time. I sense her presence only occasionally, and I never ask her out for lunch. I feel that things are going to work out for the best. When I graduate from the university of hard knocks, I will finally earn a PhD - not in an academic subject as I originally planned, but a PhD magna cum laude in life.
I am writing a book based on my life experience and search for meaning and purpose - these excerpts may appear in the final chapter:
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for a change of seasons.
However mean your life is, meet it and live it: do not shun it and call it hard names. Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Things do not change, we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts. -- Henry David Thoreau
My soul has dwelled in winter for a long time, enduring an uneasy hibernation. Today, I am pleased to report that the seeds of hope and change that I planted several years ago are finally germinating. For me, the change of season from winter to spring is long overdue. But, I understand the delay. Transformation takes time. And, I've had to heal many wounds and break some deep, bitter roots.
As I emerge from my cocoon, I feel much better about the world and about myself. My depression no longer visits for weeks at a time. I sense her presence only occasionally, and I never ask her out for lunch. I feel that things are going to work out for the best. When I graduate from the university of hard knocks, I will finally earn a PhD - not in an academic subject as I originally planned, but a PhD magna cum laude in life.
I am writing a book based on my life experience and search for meaning and purpose - these excerpts may appear in the final chapter:
I see very clearly the importance of being the person God intended me to be, to step into my destiny at the right place and time. Miss either, and the universe will reel from the lost opportunity, as will I.For this blessing, I am grateful.
How often have I turned my back on what I believed to be the right but not popular thing to do? I need to trust my intuition even when others doubt my sanity. God, after all, speaks to me very clearly through gut feelings.
He has always taken care of me. And now, in my darkest moments when my greatest fears surround my heart, I know that He is guiding me through the desert. The Promised Land, the one bearing my name and my destiny on the doorstep, is very near.
Spring arrives in its usual Colorado style, sporting a wildly unpredictable temperament, dressing in variegated green and daffodil yellow, and smelling of rare lilacs. At dawn, nudged assertively by T, our high spirited Chocolate Labrador Retriever, I awake from a dreamless sleep and begin again.
Amen.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Tuesday, 15 March 2005 - Life
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for life itself.
On March 15, 1954, at 3:42 AM PST, my strange and wonderful journey on planet Earth began. Now, 51 years later, my life continues, an uncanny adventure with no end in sight.
This morning, to celebrate the day, T takes me for a hike along our favorite trail. All that remains of yesterday's storm is a thick blanket of snow. I'm surprised at the mild temperature - no need for a hat or gloves. T is full of energy, pulling me towards the foothills with great enthusiasm.
As we near the midpoint of our hike, I stop for a few minutes to soak up the sun and complete my birthday ritual. I am a 51 year-old woman standing on a mountain with a Chocolate Labrador Retriever by her side. I must say good-bye to a difficult year and welcome a new one that's full of possibilities. I am stuck, however, with one foot in winter and the other in spring, struggling to release the old before embracing the new. I know that my fears stand in the way. So, I snatch them all with one hand and nail each one to the Cross. Then, I ask for forgiveness and mercy and grace. I receive all three.
With a sharp tug on the lead, T reminds me that it's time to move on. I give him a quick hug before we begin our descent. I sense that my 52nd year will be challenging. But that's okay. I have courage and faith.
Tonight, I'll put another candle on my birthday cake (it's actually a chocolate pie made from tofu). I really hope that, this year, my wish finally comes true.
For this blessing, I am so very grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for life itself.
On March 15, 1954, at 3:42 AM PST, my strange and wonderful journey on planet Earth began. Now, 51 years later, my life continues, an uncanny adventure with no end in sight.
This morning, to celebrate the day, T takes me for a hike along our favorite trail. All that remains of yesterday's storm is a thick blanket of snow. I'm surprised at the mild temperature - no need for a hat or gloves. T is full of energy, pulling me towards the foothills with great enthusiasm.
As we near the midpoint of our hike, I stop for a few minutes to soak up the sun and complete my birthday ritual. I am a 51 year-old woman standing on a mountain with a Chocolate Labrador Retriever by her side. I must say good-bye to a difficult year and welcome a new one that's full of possibilities. I am stuck, however, with one foot in winter and the other in spring, struggling to release the old before embracing the new. I know that my fears stand in the way. So, I snatch them all with one hand and nail each one to the Cross. Then, I ask for forgiveness and mercy and grace. I receive all three.
With a sharp tug on the lead, T reminds me that it's time to move on. I give him a quick hug before we begin our descent. I sense that my 52nd year will be challenging. But that's okay. I have courage and faith.
Tonight, I'll put another candle on my birthday cake (it's actually a chocolate pie made from tofu). I really hope that, this year, my wish finally comes true.
For this blessing, I am so very grateful.
Amen.
Monday, March 14, 2005
Monday, 14 March 2005 - A glimpse of spring
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for a glimpse of spring through winter's window.
It's Saturday. I sense that spring has indeed arrived early. After madly dancing their way through our neighborhood Friday night, March's "in like a lion" winds finally die down so we can enjoy a glorious day. The temperatures hover in the 70s, forcing me to shed my sweatshirt as I walk T in the park and pick-up trash in the culvert. The sun's intense heat bakes my arms, now tender and pale after hibernating beneath long sleeves for several months. We end the day with a neighborhood cook-out, celebrating two birthdays: mine on the 15th and Debbie's on the 16th.
Sunday morning, we awake to an inch of snow on the ground and much colder temperatures - definitely an indoor day. We feel tired and heavy, probably our bodies reacting to the low pressure systems sweeping through the valley. Even T is sluggish. For our afternoon walk, he reluctantly finishes just two laps around the park.
This morning, high-spirited storms from New Mexico arrive, bringing a steady shower of snow flakes and chilly winds from the south. T and I hike briskly along the trail, stopping here and there to study footprints left by local wildlife.
I talk to Mr. Winter, begging him to make this snowstorm his last one of the season. I explain that I have lots to do in the garden and want to get a head start on planting. He vows to consider my request. I have my doubts about his promise. Besides, I don't trust him. You see, historically speaking, March is the snowiest month along the Front Range, and it's only the 14th.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for a glimpse of spring through winter's window.
It's Saturday. I sense that spring has indeed arrived early. After madly dancing their way through our neighborhood Friday night, March's "in like a lion" winds finally die down so we can enjoy a glorious day. The temperatures hover in the 70s, forcing me to shed my sweatshirt as I walk T in the park and pick-up trash in the culvert. The sun's intense heat bakes my arms, now tender and pale after hibernating beneath long sleeves for several months. We end the day with a neighborhood cook-out, celebrating two birthdays: mine on the 15th and Debbie's on the 16th.
Sunday morning, we awake to an inch of snow on the ground and much colder temperatures - definitely an indoor day. We feel tired and heavy, probably our bodies reacting to the low pressure systems sweeping through the valley. Even T is sluggish. For our afternoon walk, he reluctantly finishes just two laps around the park.
This morning, high-spirited storms from New Mexico arrive, bringing a steady shower of snow flakes and chilly winds from the south. T and I hike briskly along the trail, stopping here and there to study footprints left by local wildlife.
I talk to Mr. Winter, begging him to make this snowstorm his last one of the season. I explain that I have lots to do in the garden and want to get a head start on planting. He vows to consider my request. I have my doubts about his promise. Besides, I don't trust him. You see, historically speaking, March is the snowiest month along the Front Range, and it's only the 14th.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Sunday, 13 March 2005 - A new habit
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for a new habit.
Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.
-- Martin Luther King, Jr.
I can't believe that I've been writing this journal for three months, definitely long enough to claim a new habit. When I began the journal, I anticipated daily struggles trying to write something special about the day. Instead, I found a safe place where I could easily express my thoughts and record my experiences. Now, when I suffer from writer's block, I read a few randomly selected entries for inspiration. Then, I realize that I don't need to be clever or witty to state the truth of my life. Honesty, passion and good writing will suffice.
I'm not sure where my writing will take me, but I have faith that I am heading in the right direction.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for a new habit.
Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.
-- Martin Luther King, Jr.
I can't believe that I've been writing this journal for three months, definitely long enough to claim a new habit. When I began the journal, I anticipated daily struggles trying to write something special about the day. Instead, I found a safe place where I could easily express my thoughts and record my experiences. Now, when I suffer from writer's block, I read a few randomly selected entries for inspiration. Then, I realize that I don't need to be clever or witty to state the truth of my life. Honesty, passion and good writing will suffice.
I'm not sure where my writing will take me, but I have faith that I am heading in the right direction.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Saturday, 12 March 2005 - Time with neighbors
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for the chance to gather with our neighbors for a delicious meal and good conversation as we celebrate another beautiful Colorado afternoon.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for the chance to gather with our neighbors for a delicious meal and good conversation as we celebrate another beautiful Colorado afternoon.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Friday, March 11, 2005
Friday, 11 March 2005 - Lifelong love of reading
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for a lifelong love of reading.
A truly good book teaches me better than to read it. I must soon lay it down, and commence living on its hint. What I began by reading, I must finish by acting. - Henry David Thoreau
The other day, an acquaintance asked me about my favorite books. Like other avid readers, I have too many to name in one breath. So, I browsed my personal library and selected a couple of dozen or so titles to share with you. Here they are, randomly listed.
* The Bible (New King James Version)
* The Man Who Planted Trees (Jean Giono)
* Walden (Henry David Thoreau)
* The Prayer Tree (Michael Leunig)
* An Uncommon Prayer (Michael Leunig)
* Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (Robert Pirsig)
* An Unknown Woman (Alice Koller)
* A New Kind of Country (Dorothy Gilman)
* Einstein's Dreams (Alan P. Lightman)
* A Blue Butterfly (Bijou Le Tord)
* Dog Heaven (Cynthia Ryland)
* Traveling Mercies (Anne Lamott)
* Holy the Firm (Annie Dillard)
* Winnie the Pooh (A. A. Milne)
* The Catcher in the Rye (J. D. Salinger)
* Our Town (Thornton Wilder)
* Under Milkwood (Dylan Thomas)
* Prayers from the Ark (Carmen Bernos de Gasztold; translated from the French by Rumer Godden)
* The Web of Life (Richard Louv)
* Forgetting Ourselves on Purpose: vocation and the ethics of ambition (Brian Mahan)
* How to Win Friends and Influence People (Dale Carnegie)
* The Poisonwood Bible (Barbara Kingsolver)
* The City in Winter (Mark Helprin)
* About Looking (Thomas Berger)
* Time and the Art of Living (Robert Grudin)
* Boundaries (Maya Lin)
* The Elements of Style (William Strunk & E. B. White)
* Anatomy of an Illness as Perceived by the Patient: reflections on healing and regeneration (Norman Cousins)
* The Starship and the Canoe (Freeman Dyson)
I am reading Mary Sojourner's book, Solace: rituals of loss and desire. She writes so exquisitely that I am having trouble leaving the first chapter. I fall under the spell of her perfectly-crafted prose and reread the words many times to ensure I fully absorb their meaning. I'm afraid I won't be able to finish this slim volume before it's due back at the library so I guess I'll buy my own copy. I will probably add it to my growing list of favorite books.
Note: I have a second list of books about the craft of writing that I turn to for technical help and inspiration. I will share this list in a future journal entry.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for a lifelong love of reading.
A truly good book teaches me better than to read it. I must soon lay it down, and commence living on its hint. What I began by reading, I must finish by acting. - Henry David Thoreau
The other day, an acquaintance asked me about my favorite books. Like other avid readers, I have too many to name in one breath. So, I browsed my personal library and selected a couple of dozen or so titles to share with you. Here they are, randomly listed.
* The Bible (New King James Version)
* The Man Who Planted Trees (Jean Giono)
* Walden (Henry David Thoreau)
* The Prayer Tree (Michael Leunig)
* An Uncommon Prayer (Michael Leunig)
* Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (Robert Pirsig)
* An Unknown Woman (Alice Koller)
* A New Kind of Country (Dorothy Gilman)
* Einstein's Dreams (Alan P. Lightman)
* A Blue Butterfly (Bijou Le Tord)
* Dog Heaven (Cynthia Ryland)
* Traveling Mercies (Anne Lamott)
* Holy the Firm (Annie Dillard)
* Winnie the Pooh (A. A. Milne)
* The Catcher in the Rye (J. D. Salinger)
* Our Town (Thornton Wilder)
* Under Milkwood (Dylan Thomas)
* Prayers from the Ark (Carmen Bernos de Gasztold; translated from the French by Rumer Godden)
* The Web of Life (Richard Louv)
* Forgetting Ourselves on Purpose: vocation and the ethics of ambition (Brian Mahan)
* How to Win Friends and Influence People (Dale Carnegie)
* The Poisonwood Bible (Barbara Kingsolver)
* The City in Winter (Mark Helprin)
* About Looking (Thomas Berger)
* Time and the Art of Living (Robert Grudin)
* Boundaries (Maya Lin)
* The Elements of Style (William Strunk & E. B. White)
* Anatomy of an Illness as Perceived by the Patient: reflections on healing and regeneration (Norman Cousins)
* The Starship and the Canoe (Freeman Dyson)
I am reading Mary Sojourner's book, Solace: rituals of loss and desire. She writes so exquisitely that I am having trouble leaving the first chapter. I fall under the spell of her perfectly-crafted prose and reread the words many times to ensure I fully absorb their meaning. I'm afraid I won't be able to finish this slim volume before it's due back at the library so I guess I'll buy my own copy. I will probably add it to my growing list of favorite books.
Note: I have a second list of books about the craft of writing that I turn to for technical help and inspiration. I will share this list in a future journal entry.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Thursday, 10 March 2005 - Knowing how to take a walk
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for knowing how to take a walk.
Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, "Few people know how to take a walk. The qualifications are endurance, plain clothes, old shoes, an eye for nature, good humor, vast curiosity, good speech, good silence and nothing too much."
My resume' interprets these qualifications for my 21st century life.
1. I am proud of my endurance, a remnant of my marathon running days.
2. I prefer an exercise wardrobe of plain clothes, although the pieces are made from modern, high tech fabrics like Gortex and Capilene.
3. I wear broken-in boots of an older style - I think that Emerson would accept these for the old shoes.
4. I have an eye for nature that comes from my love of the natural world and my passionate support of pro-environmental causes.
5. I continually exhibit good humor, a vast curiosity and good speech as my writing demonstrates.
6. I know how to walk in good silence, letting the Holy Spirit and birds monopolize the conversation.
7. And, I walk with nothing too much, which means I check my baggage at the trailhead and proceed along the dirt path with an expectant and faithful heart.
By the way, Emerson's list should have included one more qualification: "People who know how to take a walk should have at least one canine companion, preferably a Labrador Retriever, to share the adventure."
Lucky me. I've got T, a Chocolate Lab and avid traveler, prolific sniffer, and walker extraordinaire.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for knowing how to take a walk.
Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, "Few people know how to take a walk. The qualifications are endurance, plain clothes, old shoes, an eye for nature, good humor, vast curiosity, good speech, good silence and nothing too much."
My resume' interprets these qualifications for my 21st century life.
1. I am proud of my endurance, a remnant of my marathon running days.
2. I prefer an exercise wardrobe of plain clothes, although the pieces are made from modern, high tech fabrics like Gortex and Capilene.
3. I wear broken-in boots of an older style - I think that Emerson would accept these for the old shoes.
4. I have an eye for nature that comes from my love of the natural world and my passionate support of pro-environmental causes.
5. I continually exhibit good humor, a vast curiosity and good speech as my writing demonstrates.
6. I know how to walk in good silence, letting the Holy Spirit and birds monopolize the conversation.
7. And, I walk with nothing too much, which means I check my baggage at the trailhead and proceed along the dirt path with an expectant and faithful heart.
By the way, Emerson's list should have included one more qualification: "People who know how to take a walk should have at least one canine companion, preferably a Labrador Retriever, to share the adventure."
Lucky me. I've got T, a Chocolate Lab and avid traveler, prolific sniffer, and walker extraordinaire.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Wednesday, 9 March 2005 - My traveling companion
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for my traveling companion.
The man who goes alone can start today; but he who travels with another must wait till that other is ready. - Henry David Thoreau
I rarely walk alone, especially since T is such a willing companion. Daily, we live Thoreau's quote, waiting till the other is ready before beginning our morning hike. Initially, T must wait for me. He lies nearby, patiently watching as I complete my routine: first, the drink of water spiked with organic apple cider vinegar followed by the donning of weather-appropriate athletic pants, shoes and jacket. At the front door, I exchange my glasses for sunglasses, grab my hat and gloves, stuff the house key in my pocket, and help T put on the choke chain with attached lead. Now, we're ready to face the outside world.
Once on the trail, we reverse roles - I am at the mercy of T's mood and energy level. This morning, for example, he dallies along the trail, stopping every 20 yards or so to sniff a bush or clump of buffalo grass. He acts like it's the first time he's ever walked on the dirt path, a curious explorer methodically studying the flora and fauna of a new-found territory. I'm getting impatient and ask him to stay on the trail and step up the pace. We finally finish the loop - definitely not a record setting effort. What a difference a day makes. Yesterday, T motored along the trail, pulling me up and down the hills with boundless energy and strength.
Despite the leisurely pace of today's walk, we arrive home, energized and inspired by the exercise and fresh air. T looks on while I pause by the porch to scrape the mud from the soles of my boots. We bask in the brilliant sunshine and cool breeze for one more minute before entering the house, ready to begin our workday. I think that Thoreau said it best when he wrote: An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.
For this blessing, I am very grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for my traveling companion.
The man who goes alone can start today; but he who travels with another must wait till that other is ready. - Henry David Thoreau
I rarely walk alone, especially since T is such a willing companion. Daily, we live Thoreau's quote, waiting till the other is ready before beginning our morning hike. Initially, T must wait for me. He lies nearby, patiently watching as I complete my routine: first, the drink of water spiked with organic apple cider vinegar followed by the donning of weather-appropriate athletic pants, shoes and jacket. At the front door, I exchange my glasses for sunglasses, grab my hat and gloves, stuff the house key in my pocket, and help T put on the choke chain with attached lead. Now, we're ready to face the outside world.
Once on the trail, we reverse roles - I am at the mercy of T's mood and energy level. This morning, for example, he dallies along the trail, stopping every 20 yards or so to sniff a bush or clump of buffalo grass. He acts like it's the first time he's ever walked on the dirt path, a curious explorer methodically studying the flora and fauna of a new-found territory. I'm getting impatient and ask him to stay on the trail and step up the pace. We finally finish the loop - definitely not a record setting effort. What a difference a day makes. Yesterday, T motored along the trail, pulling me up and down the hills with boundless energy and strength.
Despite the leisurely pace of today's walk, we arrive home, energized and inspired by the exercise and fresh air. T looks on while I pause by the porch to scrape the mud from the soles of my boots. We bask in the brilliant sunshine and cool breeze for one more minute before entering the house, ready to begin our workday. I think that Thoreau said it best when he wrote: An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.
For this blessing, I am very grateful.
Amen.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Tuesday, 8 March 2005 - A crazy weather day
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for a crazy weather day.
It's 4 PM MST. T and I just returned from our afternoon walk. The late afternoon sun shines brightly, hiding the fact that a blizzard blew through our neighborhood with a vengeance a few hours ago. At one point during the storm, the world was a complete white-out - all familiar landmarks lost in swirling snow and wind.
Now, everything is awash in sunlight. The sun's glare hurts my eyes as I survey the park and foothills from my window. The north wind continues to blow, whipping its tail against the old cedar fence.
Days like today prove that, in Colorado, weather forecasting is a frustrating profession, more art than science. During the past 18 years, I've learned to respect Mother Nature's spontaneity and surprises no matter the hour, month or season. Coming from someone who prefers order over chaos, that's a very good thing.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for a crazy weather day.
It's 4 PM MST. T and I just returned from our afternoon walk. The late afternoon sun shines brightly, hiding the fact that a blizzard blew through our neighborhood with a vengeance a few hours ago. At one point during the storm, the world was a complete white-out - all familiar landmarks lost in swirling snow and wind.
Now, everything is awash in sunlight. The sun's glare hurts my eyes as I survey the park and foothills from my window. The north wind continues to blow, whipping its tail against the old cedar fence.
Days like today prove that, in Colorado, weather forecasting is a frustrating profession, more art than science. During the past 18 years, I've learned to respect Mother Nature's spontaneity and surprises no matter the hour, month or season. Coming from someone who prefers order over chaos, that's a very good thing.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Monday, March 07, 2005
Monday, 7 March 2005 - Two new spaces
Dear God:
Today, I am grateful for two new spaces.
With spring fever running rampant in the neighborhood, we joined the cleaning frenzy, finally getting rid of some of the "old" to make way for something "new."
First, S gave our 20-year old weight bench and related equipment to our neighbor, an athletically gifted teenager who wants to start weight training for football season. We haven't used the bench in years. S works out at World Gym, and I augment my walks with T with Pilates and Callanetics. With our new interest in boxing, we now have room in the basement to set up the heavy bag.
Next, S dismantled the old wooden dog house that has sat on the patio for the past 17 years. Our first dog, Y, used the house during the winter. He was born in Texas and, although big and brawny, he never acclimated to the wind and cold. T, on the other hand, is a Colorado native and doesn't mind wintry days. He eschewed the shelter for a dirt burrow near the dryer vent. The dog house occupied half the patio. Now that it's gone, we can use the space for important family activities like barbeques and lounging in the sun on weather-perfect March afternoons.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am grateful for two new spaces.
With spring fever running rampant in the neighborhood, we joined the cleaning frenzy, finally getting rid of some of the "old" to make way for something "new."
First, S gave our 20-year old weight bench and related equipment to our neighbor, an athletically gifted teenager who wants to start weight training for football season. We haven't used the bench in years. S works out at World Gym, and I augment my walks with T with Pilates and Callanetics. With our new interest in boxing, we now have room in the basement to set up the heavy bag.
Next, S dismantled the old wooden dog house that has sat on the patio for the past 17 years. Our first dog, Y, used the house during the winter. He was born in Texas and, although big and brawny, he never acclimated to the wind and cold. T, on the other hand, is a Colorado native and doesn't mind wintry days. He eschewed the shelter for a dirt burrow near the dryer vent. The dog house occupied half the patio. Now that it's gone, we can use the space for important family activities like barbeques and lounging in the sun on weather-perfect March afternoons.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Sunday, 6 March 2005 - European pro cycling season
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for the beginning of the pro cycling season in Europe.
After a winter bereft of cycling shows, my husband and I watch OLN's coverage of the Paris-Nice prologue with great anticipation and excitement. With so many riders changing teams during the off-season, we use these early races to reacquaint ourselves with familiar names wearing new uniforms. Although we're ardent Lance Armstrong fans, we're impressed by the talented young (20-something) Italian and Spanish riders, especially Damiano Cunego and Alejandro Valverde.
Today also begins the countdown to the first grand tour - the Giro d'Italia, one of our all-time favorite races, begins in just two months.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for the beginning of the pro cycling season in Europe.
After a winter bereft of cycling shows, my husband and I watch OLN's coverage of the Paris-Nice prologue with great anticipation and excitement. With so many riders changing teams during the off-season, we use these early races to reacquaint ourselves with familiar names wearing new uniforms. Although we're ardent Lance Armstrong fans, we're impressed by the talented young (20-something) Italian and Spanish riders, especially Damiano Cunego and Alejandro Valverde.
Today also begins the countdown to the first grand tour - the Giro d'Italia, one of our all-time favorite races, begins in just two months.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Saturday, March 05, 2005
Saturday, 5 March 2005 - The right tools for the job
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for having the right tools for the job.
My husband, S, spent the afternoon tackling minor household repairs. Around our house, small tasks sometimes expand into big ones when we don't have the right materials or tools at hand. Today, we're fortunate. S didn't have to borrow from the neighbors or run to Home Depot for anything including advice, saving us time and money.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for having the right tools for the job.
My husband, S, spent the afternoon tackling minor household repairs. Around our house, small tasks sometimes expand into big ones when we don't have the right materials or tools at hand. Today, we're fortunate. S didn't have to borrow from the neighbors or run to Home Depot for anything including advice, saving us time and money.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Friday, March 04, 2005
Friday, 4 March 2005 - Works in progress
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for works in progress.
I can't believe our good fortune. Azure skies, white clouds, snow capped mountains, clear air, warm temperatures, gentle breezes - the ingredients for a perfect morning and breathtaking afternoon.
I am so anxious to work in the garden, but S reminds me that the weather can change overnight, returning us to winter in a hurry. I resist starting any real work like digging and planting, choosing instead to water the perennials and clear some areas of debris. I also add mulch to bare spots and contemplate where I will scatter the wildflower seeds.
My garden will always be half reality and half dream. I love what it is, but always imagine it being so much more. Even on the so-called glory days of summer when every plant's ablaze in color and richly scented, I am thinking about what to do next to reach the landscape's full potential - perhaps a new shrub here or a different perennial there or more mulch around the Columbines.
As a gardener and a writer, I am never completely satisfied with my creations. I guess that's why I continue to search for the perfect plant or story that can see me through summer droughts, bleak winter days and spring's greatest temptations.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for works in progress.
I can't believe our good fortune. Azure skies, white clouds, snow capped mountains, clear air, warm temperatures, gentle breezes - the ingredients for a perfect morning and breathtaking afternoon.
I am so anxious to work in the garden, but S reminds me that the weather can change overnight, returning us to winter in a hurry. I resist starting any real work like digging and planting, choosing instead to water the perennials and clear some areas of debris. I also add mulch to bare spots and contemplate where I will scatter the wildflower seeds.
My garden will always be half reality and half dream. I love what it is, but always imagine it being so much more. Even on the so-called glory days of summer when every plant's ablaze in color and richly scented, I am thinking about what to do next to reach the landscape's full potential - perhaps a new shrub here or a different perennial there or more mulch around the Columbines.
As a gardener and a writer, I am never completely satisfied with my creations. I guess that's why I continue to search for the perfect plant or story that can see me through summer droughts, bleak winter days and spring's greatest temptations.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Thursday, 3 March 2005 - Labrador Retrievers everywhere
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for Labrador Retrievers everywhere.
This morning, T was very proud to learn that Labrador Retrievers are still the most popular breed in the United States. And, it goes without saying that he is the best chocolate Lab in the universe.
For this blessing, I am very grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for Labrador Retrievers everywhere.
This morning, T was very proud to learn that Labrador Retrievers are still the most popular breed in the United States. And, it goes without saying that he is the best chocolate Lab in the universe.
For this blessing, I am very grateful.
Amen.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Wednesday, 2 March 2005 - A bowl of fresh homemade salsa
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for a bowl of fresh homemade salsa.
While grocery shopping, I can't resist buying ingredients for homemade salsa, one of our favorite summer dishes. I usually make a triple X, super hot version - perfect for this week's meals that beg for a spicy relish.
I carefully select a large bouquet of fragrant cilantro, two thin-skinned lemons, a bunch of the freshest looking green onions, and a dozen ripe Roma tomatoes. Since the natural foods store doesn't sell jalapeno peppers, S buys six for me at the chain grocery store following his workout at World Gym.
I carefully wash all the ingredients before soaking them in a Prill water bath. After an hour or so, I drain the water and let the vegetables dry in a large colander.
Making salsa is easy but time consuming. If you don't like to chop and dice vegetables, then you're better off buying a ready-made variety. I like the prep work, taking my time with each vegetable, sharpening the knife as needed. I combine the tomatoes, onions, cilantro and jalapenos in a large glass bowl before adding lemon juice and salt to taste.
On this beautiful winter afternoon, S and I sit down to a bowl of fresh salsa and tortilla chips. I load a chip with a heaping scoop of bright red tomatoes speckled with bits of jalapeno, green onion and cilantro. The aroma is amazing and the taste, simply divine.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for a bowl of fresh homemade salsa.
While grocery shopping, I can't resist buying ingredients for homemade salsa, one of our favorite summer dishes. I usually make a triple X, super hot version - perfect for this week's meals that beg for a spicy relish.
I carefully select a large bouquet of fragrant cilantro, two thin-skinned lemons, a bunch of the freshest looking green onions, and a dozen ripe Roma tomatoes. Since the natural foods store doesn't sell jalapeno peppers, S buys six for me at the chain grocery store following his workout at World Gym.
I carefully wash all the ingredients before soaking them in a Prill water bath. After an hour or so, I drain the water and let the vegetables dry in a large colander.
Making salsa is easy but time consuming. If you don't like to chop and dice vegetables, then you're better off buying a ready-made variety. I like the prep work, taking my time with each vegetable, sharpening the knife as needed. I combine the tomatoes, onions, cilantro and jalapenos in a large glass bowl before adding lemon juice and salt to taste.
On this beautiful winter afternoon, S and I sit down to a bowl of fresh salsa and tortilla chips. I load a chip with a heaping scoop of bright red tomatoes speckled with bits of jalapeno, green onion and cilantro. The aroma is amazing and the taste, simply divine.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Tuesday, 1 March 2005 - Lemons and lemonade
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for life, lemons and lemonade.
In our refrigerator, you will always find dozens of fresh organic lemons. I use them liberally to flavor hot or cold drinks and tangy desserts. I also love the color of lemons. Yellow exudes optimism and strength and a sense of humor - three things I need to lift my sagging spirit.
I catch myself dwelling on the negative events of the past 12 months while carelessly ignoring the many blessings. This is not good - I definitely need an attitude adjustment.
I enter the kitchen and eye the bag of yellow fruit. Without thinking, I find the sharpest knife and begin slicing. With life giving me so many lemons, it's time to make more lemonade.
For these blessings, I am grateful.
Amen.
Today, I am thankful for life, lemons and lemonade.
In our refrigerator, you will always find dozens of fresh organic lemons. I use them liberally to flavor hot or cold drinks and tangy desserts. I also love the color of lemons. Yellow exudes optimism and strength and a sense of humor - three things I need to lift my sagging spirit.
I catch myself dwelling on the negative events of the past 12 months while carelessly ignoring the many blessings. This is not good - I definitely need an attitude adjustment.
I enter the kitchen and eye the bag of yellow fruit. Without thinking, I find the sharpest knife and begin slicing. With life giving me so many lemons, it's time to make more lemonade.
For these blessings, I am grateful.
Amen.
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