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dreaming of Nepal.

I keep dreaming of Nepal  
Though I’ve never been there, I keep dreaming about being there.

Dreams after talking with friends last night whose daughter is in the thick of Baltimore.

Today there is the similar feeling after a loved one dies, or a great grief, and the world keeps going, & there’s a disbelief… Like moving slower through one’s day with everyone else zooming by

So, here’s a Gooder blog post I just read, please enjoy.

Blessings on this very day.


Easter potluck peeps cupcakes.

say THAT three times fast…

So… This past weekend 

I attended a friend’s Easter gathering

It was potluck – there were about 30 people there

(Hello, weak social muscles… Ready for a workout?)

I brought local root vegetables – roasted with herbs

…really liking the idea of last season’s vegetables at their tail end being transformed and offered at a joy-occasion

Like winter turning into spring… 

I found myself inspired to bring a desert

At the grocery store in late March I always wander down the seasonal aisle 

And find glee rising up when seeing all the bright colors & holiday animals & Peeps!

 

These are some of the two dozen gluten-free, vegan carrot cake cupcakes cooling near the window in the kitchen

It was a new recipe – a Gooder it turns out – and they were really fun to assemble

I’ve never made fancy cupcakes before and now I have a sense of the whole cupcake craze.

(Is that even still a thing?)

  

The frosting was colored to a pale green with vegetable dye food coloring

Brought me back to pre-school & playing with food coloring-dyed water & glass funnels

Fun fun fun

  

It was my Papa’s yortzeit that day, and this is his & Yaya’s platter, and we used to celebrate Passover at their home every year, so I felt like they were, in a way, with me…

  

Pink sprinkles (veggie dye) as flowers…

Only 20 fit on the tray

  

The remaining four would go straight into the freezer for another day

  

Okay, I know, Peeps are not vegan.

But they are easily taken off the cupcake & handed over to a carnivorous person

It was surprising to find that raw cacao nibs smell like a dairy barn

Seriously.

  

But it was only fitting since the gathering was at a dairy farm

And the cacao nibs represented the bunny poop.

If there’s a next time, though, I’ll use dark chocolate chips – they are sweeter.

Let me know if you want the recipe for the cupcakes &/or frosting.

 

Zombie spatula.


The Answer Is Never

In my life, all through my twenties & thirties & forties, people – some total strangers – would say something about my not wanting to bear a child & that I’d change my mind one day.

Now nearing mid-forties, I never have.

This blog post resonated SO much with me.

I’ve known since I was 13 years old that I didn’t want to have children.
That if I DID want to raise a child, that I would adopt,
But I’d RATHER care for animals.

It’s a long blog post, but I nodded along through the whole read, & so I’m reposting it.

Enjoy

Longreads

Sabine Heinlein | Longreads | April 2015 | 16 minutes (3,886 words)

One time, when I was in my early twenties, I shared a hospital room with a mother of many. I had a skin infection that wouldn’t respond to oral medication, and the 50-something-year-old woman had severe, inexplicable hives. Our main topic of conversation revolved around neither of our ailments. It was about my not wanting to have children. She was insistent, which seemed ironic considering her hives flared up whenever her family visited her on Sundays. I eventually compromised with the woman. Okay, I said, I will put off my decision until I reach my thirties. “You are starry-eyed,” she huffed. “You young women want it all. But you can’t have it all!” Maybe, I thought, some of us don’t want it all.

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If you listen closely you can hear the onions sprout.

Outside
Right now
It apparently feels like 11degrees (Fahrenheit)

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But with the light, and the turning of the year…

And when the furnace clicks off…

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And if I’m very very still,
A tiny cracking sound can be heard…

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Good morning.

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Tea Length

This is a recent post from one of the favorite blogs I follow
Blessings on all things made & done by hand
Enjoy

FROM THE LAUNDRY ROOM

I have a water boiler machine thing in my kitchen.  I think it holds 2L of water at a consistently hot temperature all the time.  This means I don’t have to “put the kettle on” when I want tea.  Hot water is readily available in my kitchen.

Readily available.  No need to wait, often there’s not even a process to go through to get it, it’s just there.

While I was filling up the boiler machine, I started thinking about other things that are readily available to me.  By the time my tea was made, I decided that pretty much everything is available within minutes.

Take something simple, like music.  I hear a new song or someone is talking about a new song, or a song is playing at Starbucks and I want it.  I can search the song, or even partial lyrics of the song, on Google.  I also use Spotify which is…

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Boundary Waters & love.

http://vimeo.com/m/111603629

This is a video link to help save the Boundary Waters in Northern Minnesota from sulfide-ore mining.

It is a beautiful, moving tribute – and a reminder of the few, precious, wild places left – which are treasures

Places to be honored & respected & cared for

National treasures for all to share in their beauty & wonder

I do not understand
How it is
That the world seems to be set up in a way where those who deeply love this land

Are the ones who must ask for money
In support of saving these places which should be protected outright

We care for what we love

The oil & mining companies seem to not love or care for this land we all inhabit, and yet, we pay them money all the time…

It’s a funny set up
Which is not so funny

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Through a person, I fell in love with a place, which felt like Home, curiously, despite having never been there before.

May we all turn our actions
Even a fraction
Towards loving this place where we live
May we wake up to knowing that “this place” is not just “where we live”
But actually what we are