He walks the halls of justice
In the dead of the night,
The weight of the unborn
Of a nation on his heart.
He walks the halls of the mansion
A new-born country to mend,
He knew the might of a nation
Depended on him.
He walked the halls of justice,
With his life he paid the price.
He walked the halls of justice,
Forever right.
1/27/13
D. Roof
Sunday, January 27, 2013
"There is no scarcity"
"When money is plentiful this is a man's world. When money is scarce it is a woman's world. When all else seems to have failed, the woman's instinct comes in. She gets the job. That is the reason why, in spite of all that happens, we continue to have a world."
Ladies Home Journal, October 1932
Feminine energies - caring, laughter, resourcefulness, empathy, love, are ever present - even in a man's world. These traits are only appreciated when the quest for money and status are set aside. It is not that these traits are worthless. It is they are smothered in the illusion of money and wealth waiting for the time to grow and mature when the thought of self are put aside for the greater whole. When the need for those energies turns bleakness into hope, dispair into acceptance, encouraging the whole to join together in Love.
Ladies Home Journal, October 1932
Feminine energies - caring, laughter, resourcefulness, empathy, love, are ever present - even in a man's world. These traits are only appreciated when the quest for money and status are set aside. It is not that these traits are worthless. It is they are smothered in the illusion of money and wealth waiting for the time to grow and mature when the thought of self are put aside for the greater whole. When the need for those energies turns bleakness into hope, dispair into acceptance, encouraging the whole to join together in Love.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Acknowlege the Good
"...choose today to quench our thirst for the 'good life' we think others lead by acknowledging the good that already exists in our own lives. We can then offer the Universe the gift of our grateful hearts."
~ Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy by Sarah Ban Breathnach
Gratitude. What is the meaning? Not superficially happy. Not just "lip service". True gratitude. The beauty of the day. No complaints superfluously lodged about the weather, the cold, the heat, the rain, the snow. True gladness for another glorious day to experience joy, love, happiness, no matter what chaos is spinning in my physical life. A conscious choice to get off the chaos merry-go-round and choose to be an expression of love, joy, and happiness in every moment. Like attracts like. I choose to attract good through my thoughts, actions, and attitude of gratitude.
~ Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy by Sarah Ban Breathnach
Gratitude. What is the meaning? Not superficially happy. Not just "lip service". True gratitude. The beauty of the day. No complaints superfluously lodged about the weather, the cold, the heat, the rain, the snow. True gladness for another glorious day to experience joy, love, happiness, no matter what chaos is spinning in my physical life. A conscious choice to get off the chaos merry-go-round and choose to be an expression of love, joy, and happiness in every moment. Like attracts like. I choose to attract good through my thoughts, actions, and attitude of gratitude.
"The Woman You Were Meant To Be"
"Mant women today feel a sadness we can not name. Though we accomplish much of what we set out to do,we sense that something is missing in our lives and - fruitlessly - search 'out there' for the answers. What's often missig is that we are disconnected from an authentic sense of self." ~ Emily
Hancock
~ From Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy by Sarah Ban Breathnach
Hancock
~ From Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy by Sarah Ban Breathnach
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Thanksgiving
May the healing warmth of gratitude for those present, past, and future, fill you thoughts today with peace, hope, and love.
May the Ancients bless and hold you in the moment surrounding you with love, peace, joy, and continued blessings.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Morning Musings
I inhale sharply and deep the clean crispness
of the damp morning air rejoicing in its purity.
D.Roof 10/1/2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
The Kitchen
I envy those women who have immaculate kitchens. The uncluttered counters. The spice rack neatly stowed in the corner. Artful arrangements of blushing, ripe fruit. Not a space anywhere overburdened by clutter. Mine, however, is no where near that organized and clean.
Oh, I try hard enough during spurts of domesticity, but that never lasts long. My kitchen counters tumble over with the last canning of the season; lids and rings stashed in small pans in readiness for the next jar. Pint and quart jars randomly placed, some, precariously close to the counter's edge, waiting to hold some delectable peach, pear, or jam. Some partially filled spice jars waiting for the next addition of the dried herb before it goes into cupboard. Wire baskets with wooden plugs for a sturdy base overflowing with the latest item to be stashed away to remove the appearance of clutter. Not that this deception works for one second. It just makes me hopeful.
No, my kitchen is not immaculate. My kitchen is the room of experiments, creativity,, and some false starts. It is the room of science experiments, literally, and some the not so carefully crafted. In my kitchen recipes are born. Like any birth, it can be messy, long, and complicated. Smell this. Taste that. Add a pinch of rosemary. No, maybe bay leaves. Every now and again, when my ego gets too inflated, the culinary goodness comes crashing down, the offended taste buds rebel and the latest creation goes on the compost pile. They are fewer now than when I first learned the basics of cooking, but they still happen. Now I just laugh and start over instead of agonizing for days over the ruined meal. Thinking about homemade pasta can still make me giggle. It's bad when even the dog won't eat your cooking disaster!
Experimenting didn't come easy at first. Even now, there are spits and sputters, false starts to really memorable recipes. For that is what cooking is all about, the memories made and shared, disaster or not. I seem to remember more of the disasters - the ones that have flopped have been whoppers! Homemade pasta, burnt sausages - the house filling up with smoke because I forgot to turn them when I had my nose in a book! Even now I can't cook and read a book, it just doesn't work, it has to be either cooking or reading, never together. My first forays into learning how to grill. Grilling is and it isn't like cooking in an oven, there is a technique to be learned. I knew I was getting better when my son-in-law didn't offer to grill.
When I experiment in the kitchen, my taste buds come alive! I hum softly to myself. I close my eyes and inhale deeply of the titillating odors. I taste a small morsel. Do I need to make changes? I am CREATING! It feels exhilarating to take a fruit, vegetable, other food I've known for years and think about it in a totally unique way. What dessert recipe in my memory can I draw upon to create this jam? What flavors would go with this veggie that is different? How can I change the recipe yet still keep the essence of the food? Yes, watching all those cooking shows help - sometimes. They just fuel my desire to get in the kitchen and create something delicious!
Oh, I try hard enough during spurts of domesticity, but that never lasts long. My kitchen counters tumble over with the last canning of the season; lids and rings stashed in small pans in readiness for the next jar. Pint and quart jars randomly placed, some, precariously close to the counter's edge, waiting to hold some delectable peach, pear, or jam. Some partially filled spice jars waiting for the next addition of the dried herb before it goes into cupboard. Wire baskets with wooden plugs for a sturdy base overflowing with the latest item to be stashed away to remove the appearance of clutter. Not that this deception works for one second. It just makes me hopeful.
No, my kitchen is not immaculate. My kitchen is the room of experiments, creativity,, and some false starts. It is the room of science experiments, literally, and some the not so carefully crafted. In my kitchen recipes are born. Like any birth, it can be messy, long, and complicated. Smell this. Taste that. Add a pinch of rosemary. No, maybe bay leaves. Every now and again, when my ego gets too inflated, the culinary goodness comes crashing down, the offended taste buds rebel and the latest creation goes on the compost pile. They are fewer now than when I first learned the basics of cooking, but they still happen. Now I just laugh and start over instead of agonizing for days over the ruined meal. Thinking about homemade pasta can still make me giggle. It's bad when even the dog won't eat your cooking disaster!
Experimenting didn't come easy at first. Even now, there are spits and sputters, false starts to really memorable recipes. For that is what cooking is all about, the memories made and shared, disaster or not. I seem to remember more of the disasters - the ones that have flopped have been whoppers! Homemade pasta, burnt sausages - the house filling up with smoke because I forgot to turn them when I had my nose in a book! Even now I can't cook and read a book, it just doesn't work, it has to be either cooking or reading, never together. My first forays into learning how to grill. Grilling is and it isn't like cooking in an oven, there is a technique to be learned. I knew I was getting better when my son-in-law didn't offer to grill.
When I experiment in the kitchen, my taste buds come alive! I hum softly to myself. I close my eyes and inhale deeply of the titillating odors. I taste a small morsel. Do I need to make changes? I am CREATING! It feels exhilarating to take a fruit, vegetable, other food I've known for years and think about it in a totally unique way. What dessert recipe in my memory can I draw upon to create this jam? What flavors would go with this veggie that is different? How can I change the recipe yet still keep the essence of the food? Yes, watching all those cooking shows help - sometimes. They just fuel my desire to get in the kitchen and create something delicious!
Monday, July 23, 2012
Un-learning behaviours
Unlearning behaviors is like un-sewing (ripping out) a quilt: it takes time, patience, and perseverance.
~~ Diana Roof
Saturday, May 26, 2012
The Woodland
The cool of the wooded veil beckons me.
It calls my name, softly, on a breeze.
"Come hither, come rest. Come watch and learn."
Diana Roof
5/26/2012
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