Posted in Air, Earth, Eastern Shore, Exploring, Fire, Friday Farrago, Gifts, Gratitude, Home, Life, Maryland, Mindfulness, Nature, Photography, Poetry, Portals & Pathways, Quotes, Sky, Spirit, Walking & Wandering, Water, Weather, Winter

A Friday farrago

Spring blossoms.

Bless the poets, the workers for justice, the dancers of ceremony, the singers of heartache, the visionaries, all makers and carriers of fresh meaning—We will all make it through, despite politics and wars, despite failures and misunderstandings. There is only love.

~ Joy Harjo, Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems

Continue reading “A Friday farrago”

Posted in Air, Cats, Change, Critters, Earth, Eastern Shore, Exploring, Fire, Garden, Gifts, Gratitude, Maryland, Mindfulness, Nature, Photography, Quotes, Sky, Spirit, Walking & Wandering, Water, Weather, Winter

A Monday meander

Hiding in the grass.
Hiding in the grass.

All you can do is this: Whatever you experience, whether tangible or intangible, look underneath the experience, like a child looking for a lizard under a stone. You’re not expecting anything to be there, but you’re always wondering if there might be.

~ Richard Leviton

Continue reading “A Monday meander”

Posted in Food, Garden, Home, Life, Love, Mindfulness, Photography, Quotes, Recipes, Souper Sunday, Spirit, Winter

Souper Sunday: Minestrone

Minestrone Soup
Minestrone Soup

Whatever I’m doing, I’m in that moment and I’m doing it.  The rest of the world’s lost.  If I’m cooking some food or making soup, I want it to be lovely.  If not, what’s the point of doing it?

~ Sade Adu

I have to warn you before you continue that if you don’t care for salty language, you will not want to read the recipe for this soup.  It’s been adjusted (censored) somewhat, but there’s no doubt about the words being used.

february-2017c-062a

Now that I’ve got the disclaimer out of the way…  For this week’s soup, I used a recipe from The Thug Kitchen cookbook.  It’s one of my favorite vegan cookbooks because, frankly, the salty language peppered throughout makes me laugh.  I’m childish that way.  The recipes are fantastic, too.  Everything I’ve made from Thug Kitchen has been delicious.

Today I made their Warm The F*ck Up Minestrone.  Normally I would not follow a recipe for minestrone soup.  It is a clean-out-the-fridge type of soup that I intuitively make based on what is available and what needs to be cooked.  However, one of the purposes of this exercise in Sunday soup making is to use the recipes I have on hand.  The Thug Kitchen minestrone is seasoned differently than mine and I have to tell ya, it’s wonderful.  I used fresh rosemary from my garden, and frozen basil from last year’s vegetable garden.  The recipe calls for cabbage or kale.  I had both and they needed to be cooked so in the pot they went.  I also added a sweet potato which is not on the list of ingredients.  It’s minestrone.  There are no rules.

If you’d like to try your hand and soup pot at this recipe, you can find it here.  If you do try it, let me know what you think.

Posted in A bit of history, Air, Art, Digital Art, Earth, Eastern Shore, Exploring, Fire, Gifts, Life, Maryland, Mindfulness, Nature, Photography, Play, Quotes, Sky, Spirit, Walking & Wandering, Weather, WeekendCoffeeShare, Winter, Wonder, Woods

If we were having coffee: Abstractions and reflections

Circling the tree.
Circling the tree.

We’re only here for a short while. And I think it’s such a lucky accident, having been born, that we’re almost obliged to pay attention. In some ways, this is getting far afield. I mean, we are – as far as we know – the only part of the universe that’s self-conscious. We could even be the universe’s form of consciousness. We might have come along so that the universe could look at itself. I don’t know that, but we’re made of the same stuff that stars are made of, or that floats around in space. But we’re combined in such a way that we can describe what it’s like to be alive, to be witnesses. Most of our experience is that of being a witness. We see and hear and smell other things. I think being alive is responding.

~ Mark Strand

Continue reading “If we were having coffee: Abstractions and reflections”