2. Kristin's Tomato Pie, Mama's basil:
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Revisiting Max Ehrmann
- Because it's still inspiring...
- Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Love Thursday #5: Purpley Certain
My friend Hope decided I must have her purpley chair. She and her husband dropped it off at my house Sunday. I christened it with my favorite blue pillow. Then spent the rest of the night walking in and out of the sun room to look at it. I get a little jolt everytime I see it's bright bold poofiness.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Grace in Small Things #131: It's Always the Little Things
Grace in Small Things is a place I visit most days to list five things
for which I'm grateful. You can do it, too. Follow the link.
1. This Book in which today I
cracked the spine, burned, spit,
and drew a purpley chair on a page
dripped candle wax on a page
smashed olives between pages
and tonight I'm sleeping with it.
2. This Procrastination thing. Always turns out to be for the best. Now if I could just roll with it!
3. This Magazine. I especially like the "Readers Write" section where readers tell stories on given topics. Real eye into the soul stuff.
4. This Woman who flounced around in Deep Water Aerobics today.
5. This Place where I work.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
A Gift from Elspeth
LoLaSuzanne photo of flowers by the Rio Grande
Our simplest gesture or gift, freely given, without expectation of return, can deeply touch someone and lift their spirits. We never know.
Before I "went off to do my own thing" I used to work in advertising. Sometimes at lunch I would go and pick flowers with some of my friends/co-workers, then we would pile into my car and drive around, stopping to give flowers to random people standing at the roadside. Suspicious of being given something freely by a complete stranger, some people would either take a while to accept the flower or would not take it at all. Most people, however, were touched by the gesture and would accept the bloom with a smile and an expression of gratitude.
My clearest memory is of the old man standing on the sidewalk, wearing a suit, holding a large briefcase. I pulled my car over and one of the girls hopped out and gave him a flower. He thanked her and, as we drove off, I looked in the rear view mirror. I saw him smiling at the flower. Then he opened his briefcase and carefully placed it inside.
--Elspeth in Trinidad and Tobago
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Daddio
1. The way he called me Laurie when I was a little girl.
2. The way he built a dog "structure" for Tuck, my first dog.
3. The way he is conservative but genuine and open minded and fair.
4. The way he looks after my stepmother.
5. The way he looks after me.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Recycling Daffodils
In 1926, men built Highway 21 right smack dab through the tiny town of Harmony, North Carolina and straight up Great Granddaddy's farm. The mules and plows kicked up the buttercups Great Grandma planted at the side of the country road and flung them to the wind.
Now ninety years later, they show up everywhere--the middle of the hayfield, against the gutter of the old Baptist church, and here next to cowpath way out in the pasture.
Great Grandma's Buttercups wind up in Pasture photo by LoLaSuzanne
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