forever cherished

I am grieving the loss of my first great love. Our relationship didn’t last but when love runs deep, when you share everything with another including the things that bring you both to tears, things that you never before or after shared with another, there is a place in your heart where that person resides for eternity even if you never speak to or see each other again.

Just finding out that this person took their life several months ago brought all that was us back then rushing to the present -- my time with the life of my party, the man with a smile that lit up a room and my heart ever time I made my entrance, a charmer who went to great lengths to care for not only me but everyone who came with me, a giver who had genuine compassion and concern for those who needed a hand, and though far from perfect he was the first person who showed me what it feels like when a man really loves a woman -- making it hard for me to accept that he wanted to leave life, he just lived it with such gusto. But it's been 12 years...so much can happen.



I know now the true meaning of the word heartache...

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life by numbers

One of the most lasting gifts I received over the holidays was a bulb. Not the kind for screwing into a lamp but one for planting so it flowers. I found this small bundle of mystery to be significant in many ways. One -- I haven’t planted a bulb since I had a daffodil bed in my grandma’s garden way back when, so I am curious as to what will bloom from this one hence the mystery along with a lesson in patience (ah, yes…one of my life struggles!). Two -- it reminded me of growth, a most important aspect of life and one that in some ways for me has been stagnate for a little too long…a nudge that it is indeed time to move onward and upward. Three -- I so love and enjoy the cut flowers that grace my home almost every week. They make me smile, bring life and warmth to the space and this round-ish knob reminds me to keep with my tradition even if it’s just one stem of something. Four -- the thousands of photographs I have and will take of blossoms come to life on my walks and in my travels breaths joyful life into my soul. This tiny globe of inspiration tells me to continue capturing the flowers on my path; it also serves as a gentle push to get on with what is necessary to share my photos with others. Five -- this bulb, any bulb in its simplicity represents new life and because once planted will bloom year after year, also symbolizes rebirth, i.e., the chance to start not again but anew…it’s never too late as long as we’re “on this side of the dirt” (a phrase borrowed from a new friend). So to all my friends known, un and to come…

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...and thank you vp for the gift

barista beauty

Though it’s not terribly cold outside, my body is still in the season of winter. Several times each week, it tugs at me for soup, salty caramel hot chocolate or a decaf cappuccino; rarely do I give in to the craving for the latter two. However, I am feeling that I need to go back to the restaurant that whipped up this delicious frothy cup of coffee for several of the folks I was meeting with the other day. I was too content with my pots of tea to switch over but I think I’ll drop by on my way home from insanity to sit still and gaze at a beautiful creamy design created by whomever the barista behind the counter might be.

Just looking at a picture of it chills me out. I’ll let you know if it’s as delicious as it looks, but until then…

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kismet

When I began to once again keep a written and visual journal this past October my intention was to make entries every evening before I went to sleep. I actually took my 12” x 17” book to Italy so I wouldn’t miss that time for me. Though I haven’t kept to writing in it nightly, I do return to it often enough and have continued to use the pages as small canvases for lots of different artistic creations. You see, I also intended using the journal as a personal gallery for my eyes only but it seems that a new series is birthing itself and I am a pleased momma who must show them off! These collages begin with torn paper crowns that are not simple in construction but are completed in one sitting. My challenge truly commences as I work out the face and a storyline unfolds about who is coming to life. Actually this is one of the things that keeps me returning to my journal; it may take weeks before the entire piece fully reveals itself and something inside of me is not at rest until it does. But…I am patient (note to self...is this not one of my life struggles? who knew there was more to this than just a delightful outcome!).

On the 9th of this month, I finished a head piece and foolishly attempted to find a face immediately (did I just say I was patient?). Talk about frustrating, I know there is a process so I’m not sure why I decided to change it. Anyway, I received a new batch of magazines last week. As I flipped through, there before me were things that presented themselves as possibilities for eyes and a mouth so snatch them out I did and left them on my coffee table.

It was cold and snowy when I woke up yesterday morning, a perfect reason to stay in bed, finish reading the magazines and oh yes it is kismet, there within the story of who was to come came as I started constructing a hand from a picture of snow covered pine needles…

…the message that accompanied this zany character when I sent out a Saturday greeting was, “stay snug as a bug on this chilly, snowy day!” Perhaps another message is…

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ah, ha...think I found a name for the series…

one pot only

I do love a good bowl of soup when it’s cold out, recently ran across a recipe in Whole Living magazine that I enjoyed so much, I made it two weeks in a row! Of course, I changed it up just a bit, but for once I didn’t stray too far from the original ingredients and I followed the directions for cooking to the letter.

Chicken, Collard Green & Sweet Potato Soup
Serves 6 to 8

2 Tbsp light olive oil (recipe used vegetable oil)
2 boneless, skinless chicken thighs (they used breasts)
1 small chopped Vidalia onion (my preference since recipe wasn’t specific)
1 stalk celery, chopped
¼ cup apple cider vinegar
1 lb. sweet potato, peeled and cubed
2 cups coarsely chopped collard greens (I used frozen, recipe fresh)
4 cups low sodium chicken stock
2 cups water
1 ½ cups cooked brown rice
Salt, pepper, garlic powder (recipe didn’t call for garlic powder)

In a heavy bottomed pot, heat oil over medium high heat. Season chicken with salt, pepper, garlic powder and sear until cooked through, takes about 6 minutes per side. The chicken will stick to bottom of pot but that’s okay. Remove and set aside.

Add onion and celery, cook about 4 minutes until tender. Add vinegar and deglaze the pot, scraping up any brown bits with a wooden spoon. Add sweet potatoes, collard greens, stock and water. Bring to a boil then reduce heat and simmer for about 10 minutes until sweet potatoes are tender.

Shred chicken, add it and rice to pot until both are heated through. Season with salt and pepper and serve!

This soup is not only yummy, tasty but very satisfying and filling hence my desire to make and share it with others weekly. Perhaps I’ll get around to using fresh collards when I feel like spending a little more time prepping but I like the extra flavor that the thighs provide, the sweetness of the Vidalia, and I don’t have or use vegetable oil so those changes will stand. Both times I made it, I stood at the stove and devoured!

This variation on chicken soup tastes great from the first day to the last, takes a short time to make, and once finished doesn’t need anything more than a bowl and spoon. So stir some up, stay warm and…

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benched

My week back at work after two weeks vacation spun me faster than a whirling dervish! On both a professional and personal level, there were moments when I had to stop the revolve not to catch my breath but to clearly focus; act up, out, on; put things in perspective; then get back in the rotation be it a whirl or a lingering turn. Something about the latter brings to mind a great place to sit it down for a spell and reminds me of benches throughout my travels and during my walks that have called out to me to do just that...

I heard someone say that life is about ups and downs, when it’s a flat line, you’re dead. However, the decision to self-bench, quiet the motion when my world is spinning faster than I can blink or taking me on a heart racing rollercoaster ride is the line I draw so I can get back and stay in the game.

Take a seat so you can…

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quickie

After two weeks of holiday, I returned to my 9 to 5 this week; I am too exhausted to do anything but peek at you for a hot second…

…done!

Closing my eyes until Sunday but, feel free to…

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