There’s a cluster of things I feel holy about which are totally earthy and wholly temporary – except that they speak truths to me about immeasurable joy. Baking is on my short list. Granola making stirs up stories which waft through the kitchen like steaming cinnamon when ever I get out the wide spongeware bowl and reach for… Continue reading talking granola : food that speaks
Raise your hand if you heard that phrase growing up ad nauseam. Raise your other hand if your own inner voice says it to you when you have a moment – a shining moment when you actually didn’t flub it up and achieved five seconds of awesome. Now, slap yourself with one of those hands,… Continue reading don’t let it go to your head
Listen, I hate conflict. H a t e it.
And this is what I have learned about long strong friendships; they are forged and imbued with a confident core when we dare to be prepared to apologize.
Because that is what this question, “Have I offended you?” will trigger.
It presupposes I may very well have wronged you. Blindly or selfishly. That is totally possible. It’s foolish to imagine that it isn’t, and I want to know if I did so I can apologize.
When I stick my insecurities in the middle of our friendship, I just torture us both. Most of us don’t need to be reminded that we are not all that and a bag of chips. But insecurity makes us feel like we never can be, no one should ever mistake us for, and please stop looking at me as if….
Cats are joy-maestros. They conduct their existence entirely for joy, and I think non cat-people are threatened by this. Or they just hate them for being detached and untrustworthy, or they hate being cuddled at will. I’ll wager that dogs might be just as joyful. Forgive me, dog lovers; I have one too and he… Continue reading fisher, joy, and secret sauce