If Heaven had a flavor ... it would be coffee.





Saturday, December 17, 2011

10 Things I want for Christmas in 2011

With each year comes new challenges, new wishes, and new memories to be made.  Here are just a few things I would like to find under the tree this year...or under the moon.

  1.  My family of 8 all together at my parent's home for Christmas.  I was the one holding out for the past 10 years.  This year I go home.
                                                
           


     2.   These Heels.  Don't they rock?
                      

     3.     To sing "Moonlight Bay" at the table with my dad again, and then eat bread, brown sugar, and cream with him.
            

it was our thing.


     4.     A better camera

                                    so I could take pictures like this ...


or this ......


   5.   My friends without jobs, to find jobs.

                               

     6.    Finish my apartment

                                                                                                                                 to resemble this
                                                                                                


     7.    I would if I could
                                                                       but I can't :(


     8.    Cook like a rock star


                                                      

                                                               

      9.  This print:  

                   
or this:

                                                         
      or this one ...

                               

     10.    World Peace


                                    
                                                                                                   ...'nuf said.



Friday, December 9, 2011

right now

I stole this idea from a bunch of bloggers around the internet.

right now I am ...

watching:  nothing.  i am a proud non-television owner for the first time in my life.  always said i'd do it, and since my ex would not give up my tv ... i like it.  a lot!  and I can find modern family on the internet.  :)

eating:  Just finished some chicken parmesan with a glass of pinot noir - given to me by my son for my birthday!

drinking:  more chai because of the health benefits of all the delicious spices!

wearing:  a beige-puckered top that arrived in the mail today from arden b.  undecided whether to keep it or not.

avoiding:  talking to my son about delicate issues.

feeling:  restless.  at the same time, content.  i'm going to just go with it.

missing:  my beautiful buckled shoes.  you know the ones.

thankful:  that even though I wish I were a chef, I love my career as a respiratory care practitioner!

weather:  we're into single digits now.  winter is a waste of my time.  though, there is something to be said for making soup and snuggling with a blanket near the fireplace.

praying:  always

needing:  to finish my apartment so I can start having dinner parties.

thinking:  that new blender is going to do wonders for my life.

loving:  my first cup of coffee of the day.  the sun on these bitter days.  friends telling me they made one of my recipes.  watching my children have new experiences and hearing what excites them.  Shopping a boutique Saturday morning with coffee in hand.  sweet comments and emails from readers.  hugs.

what are you up to?







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Tuesday, December 6, 2011

I Am A Part Of All That I've Seen

 I chaperoned a school field trip to the Milwaukee Symphony Orchestra - simply so I could hear them play.  Part way through, my chest got heavy, tears welled, and I looked around to see if others were feeling what I was - surely they must be!  I got lost in the strings and when I emerged I looked at life just a little bit differently.  These photographs did the same to me.  The sheer beauty of the unexpected seized me.  The curve of a building's entrance; A shaddow cast by distant light; the narrowing of the cobblestone enticing me to look further ... I was sure I was there in another life and tears welled once again - for I was home.  Simply enjoy.

How many have secretly peeked from that top window.



look beyond



Bonnets





                                                                                        
experience awe





                                                                            






















Exquisite detail

                                                                                                                  Archway to possibilities


the feelings you evoke!


I know I've walked your road









                                                                                                              the lovliness of you!





was it necessary?  yes.


                                                           


let me just stand here awhile


                                                                                      Surely I must now believe!








And the Angles did sing!

                                                                                               The simplest speaks the loudest.



                                                                                                                          always look up






                                           Lori Prosser, Photographer.  

                                                                       Namaste'

Friday, November 25, 2011

I will be 50

I'm turning fifty years old tomorrow, and leading up to this I keep thinking something profound will happen.  I'll wake up with new and powerful wisdom, I will walk in step with those that sport canes, or overnight I will suddenly enjoy eating prunes.  With it so close now, I'm starting to realize nothing is really going to be any different - unless I choose it to be.  Dr. Corson, 72, told me not to treat this day any differently than any other day - don't make it a milestone, no balloons.  He said to me, he woke up one day and was 70 years old because everyone forgot to celebrate his birthdays.  I don't like surprises.


This past year has been monumental for me in many respects.  I found myself working my way back to my roots.  When I was turning 11, for a birthday gift I asked my parents to take me to church.  I had never been, and was intrigued.  After that my interest continued to grow to the point that I was only happy if I were surrounded by those that loved Jesus.  Gradually I walked away and left most of it behind.  Eventually, coming back, I find my greatest peace when I am not walking in step with the world.  I don't want to proclaim my love for the Lord and continue on as if nothing has changed.  Everything has changed.  I desire more than ever to take care of others, show comfort, clothe and feed the poor.  The compassion I feel at times is almost overwhelming.  


I briefly cried for 2 minutes one day at work this week because a patient of mine complimented me on how I did not look 50.  When he walked out, I broke down, because he had said out loud that I was 50!  It became real to me.  One gift I am giving to myself is a 3 horse power blender that will grind up hockey pucks and iphones.  I will be using it instead, to make green smoothies to better my health as I venture forward towards exciting things.  

I posted the year I was born on my Facebook profile for all to see.  Not many do that, I've noticed, and  thought it was a good way to approach the next 50 years.  There is longevity in my family, my grandmother lived until 98, and I suspect with that new blender of mine I will be well on my way.


Thank the Lord for all you have, someone somewhere always has it worse.  Don't be concerned about what other's have, just take care of yourself. If you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all.  It is through the hard times that we learn the most.  Forgive, forgive, forgive.  These are the things I have learned.  They are also the things dad and mom always told me.  :o)


Melinda













Sunday, October 23, 2011

Life's Skids

I just finished a book by Garth Stein, you know - the one about seeing life through the eyes of a dog.  I stopped into my favorite bookstore recently, Barnes and Noble, of all things, to look for a book.  There was one left on the shelf of  "The Art of Racing in the Rain". I hadn't heard of the book prior to this.  One left = must be good.  It didn't disappoint.  So, what is the rain?  Rain is troubles, problems, rough patches.  How does a great car racer keep his wheels on the track when he knows they're going to slide?  How does he prevent the slide ... by anticipating it -by preparing and by gently correcting what is most likely to be a crash.

One big lesson I have learned most recently in my life, is the art of prevention.  That is not to say that I am not spontaneous.  That does not mean that I don't step outside of the box. I've flown a Cessna, taken handgun  classes, gone to parties and dinners where I don't know anyone in the group, all in the quest of being spontaneous and stepping out of my comfort zone. Prevention to me means doing what I can to avoid a total slide off the road.

I have learned where my weaknesses are and plan accordingly.  I anticipate the fall before it happens.  I no longer ignore red flags, nor the blatant disregard in some people.  I acknowledge them to myself, and then excuse them from my life.  It can save a lot of misery.

Christmas was always a time when my credit card would get abused and it would spank me the rest of the year.  I now prepare months ahead by saving and buying with sales and  now the holidays are spent relaxing with family and no concerns for finances.  I adjust what I spend from year to year making more of what I give and buying less. One year in college I could not afford to buy any gifts for my family of eight.  Everyone encouraged me to still come home and be with the family.  It was a humbling Christmas as I opened each gift from my siblings.  Love  was abundant.  It was a valuable lesson about what is important.

I am a single woman now and have to think ahead because there is no one to fall back on.  I have to prepare for that mechanical failure and have the appropriate money, phone numbers, and spare available should my car fail.  I have a well behaved Honda that had never let me down all the way up to 250,000 miles.  My lawyer looked at me and said, "You're on your own now, you need a reliable vehicle."  My car was running beautifully, but she was right.  I needed to be ready for the skid.  Three days later I bought a Toyota Rav4.  I have a back up now and a vehicle roomy enough to bring home my own furniture instead of paying for it to be delivered.

I look at the job ads on a monthly basis - not because I work on shaky ground, but to be aware of what is out there for positions should I lose mine.  I prepare for moral dilemmas by avoiding situations that could test me.  I drink, but I don't get intoxicated.  I get my proper rest so I can be my very best for my very ill patients.  I disappoint myself greatly when I can't give my patients my everything, simply because I'm tired.

I won't be ready for every skid life hands me, but that's okay.  I'm sure when the day comes that I have to bury my parents it will knock the wind out of my sails.  I will have friends that will let me down, children that will disappoint, and I'm certain I'll burn my toast again, but I do have a safety net in my Lord.  Because of that I feel confident when going out on the track when it's wet.

I've had mishaps in my life of crushing magnitude and with each I have learned a little bit more about my strengths and weaknesses.  I've had a failed marriage, lost jobs, and trouble finding my footing within a clinical depression.  Each one has taught me valuable lessons that I pass on to my children and close friends.  If we stand tall and strong after we falter we are better equipped to assist others on their walk.  After all, we're supposed to be there for each other, right?

Ideally, a driver is a master of all that is around him.  Ideally a driver controls the car so completely that he corrects a spin before it happens, he anticipates all possibilities.  But we don't live in an ideal world.  In our world, surprises sometimes happen, mistakes happen, incidents with other drivers happen, and a driver must react.  When a driver reacts, it's important to remember that a car is only as good as it's tires. -Garth Stein.


                      It is important that your tires are strong and not turned sharply in the wrong direction.


                                                                       



Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Masticate With Joy!

Roger Ebert, reflecting  upon his surgeries that prevent him from eating, drinking, and speaking, stated that he doesn't miss eating or drinking.  What Roger misses is the ceremony of sitting down together with family and friends to share in a meal together.  He misses the experience of dining at a restaurant.  How often we take these things for granted.  We grab food and run.  We scarf without really tasting.  We eat standing in the kitchen, or in front of the tv. My  father taught his children to chew 25x per bite.  It is a difficult task, seemingly impossible for very long.  I think the point my father was making was to slow down, enjoy, experience.  One of my fondest childhood memories is sitting at the kitchen table with my father on Saturday mornings, following breakfast, and singing with him. 



While raising my small children it was, and still is, important to me not to place pans of food on the table, or dish up from the stove.  Napkins were folded by each plate, beautiful bowls of food placed on the table - even if it was just macaroni and cheese!  It would take just a minute to put the food in dishes, and with that the dining became an 'experience', not just a means to be fed.  Sometimes I would ask them to make place card holders with our names on them, and they had such joy in decorating those cards!  One time we had "Chinese" night, where there was chop suey, and we dressed in our robes!


Young children can learn to enjoy setting a table, and take pride in "how pretty" it looks.  There can be matching napkins, a single flower in a vase, colorful centerpieces, placemats, table cloths, leaves for Fall, and confetti for a birthday dinner. Fill a hollowed out little pumpkin with fall stems and flowers. The point is to teach them while they're young to appreciate the ceremony of dining together.  It is just my 20 year old daughter and I living together now, but we still always use placemats, sometimes a candle, sometimes wine.  Sunday evenings I cook when she is at work.  When she arrives home - whether it's 6pm, or 9pm, we sit and dine together.  We talk about our week.  We commune.


                                                                                                                                                                                        
Much of what we do involves the celebration of breaking bread together.  Whether it is cooking out, having a business dinner, the state fair, a birthday cake, communion.  I'll bet that Roger Ebert doesn't take much for granted these days.  I'm sure he appreciates all that he can see with his eyes, all that he can hear with his ears, and all that he touches with his hands, more so than you and I.  Today in the news I read about a man that was released from prison after 18 years on death row.  The first thing he did was stand in the rain for an hour.  He had not felt the rain in 18 years. 


                                                                         

    
Food is the poetry
of the mouth,
in its combinations comes
the exquisite tastes of life.

In delicate preparations,
the master chef
pours his heart out,
an exquisite art form.

Time honored tradition,
dedicated for human pleasure,
delivering music in its consumption,
arousing sense of taste.

In a mixture of spices,
the sweet blending,
simmering treasure of innovation,
sparkling liquor of interaction,
the notes come together
in a meal of perfection.
D. Lester Young