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black coffee, blue skies

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When you shift your focus
from what is absent
to what is present,
from what is missing
to what has been given,
from what you are not
to who you are…
abundance is yours,
effortlessly.

~Jeff Foster

An experiment in seeing.

at this table

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Perhaps the World Ends Here
~ Joy Harjo

The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.
We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.
It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.
At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table.
This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.
Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory.
We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here.
At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.

a lot of history on this table
every scratch and water stain has its own story

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under the spell

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“Wasn’t there a spell for making yourself happy? Somebody must have invented one. How could he have missed it? Why didn’t they teach it? Was it in the library, a flying book fluttering just out of reach, beating its wings against some high window?”
~ Lev Grossman

I came across some old cookbooks in the library the other day.

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And I found some happiness in the process of bread making.

“Bread baking is one of those almost hypnotic businesses, like a dance from some ancient ceremony. It leaves you filled with one of the world’s sweetest smells… there is no chiropractic treatment, no Yoga exercise, no hour of meditation in a music-throbbing chapel, that will leave you emptier of bad thoughts than this homely ceremony of making bread.”

~ M.F.K. Fisher

I believe that to be true.
Just the kneading alone is a wonderful stress reliever.

A spell of happiness

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Mozart reviews the recipe

Have you fallen under any spells of happiness lately?

the calm

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the calm

the calm that comes

after all the decorations are taken down and put away
and life once again returns to normal
it was a wonderful holiday season
and like every year previous
it just flew by
now it’s time to get back to our regularly scheduled programming

the start of 2015 has brought some exciting news
a new client and a published photo (Frog Pond Skaters) on a brand new website
that was just launched today…

 

The Colonnade Hotel

Boston

what I thought was probably going to be the size of a postage stamp is so much more and I couldn’t be more pleased. I have to say how extremely nice the marketing people are there, as I’m sure are all their employees.

So if you are heading to Boston, check them out…and please tell them I sent you!

around the kitchen table

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in a bowl on the chair

small gatherings

Apple pie

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knitting again, a few trips to the library, the boys came home, Thanksgiving dinner all together, some musical accompaniment, morning coffee and conversation (much catching up to do), and our first significant snowfall.

November