Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
It usually snowed that weekend and the day after Thanksgiving we drove to a little ranch nestled in trees and went on a sleigh ride. The horses were big and black and strung with red jingle bells. We slid through forest as the sun set and sang Christmas carols as the shadows turned the snow blue gray.
And my aunt welcomed us back with turkey noodle soup and hot apple cider.
And there was always pie and late night card games, and laughter.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
and I'll probably bake a little.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
A few weeks ago, after fall break, a speaker came to chapel and told us that ever since the invention of the clock, people have been ruled by time, by the steady motion of the clock, ticking away minutes, seconds. Some cultures ignore the steady movement of time and choose to live beyond the constraints of tightly blocked out days. Lunch may stretch into a couple hours or an afternoon coffee date may turn into dinner. Time passes, but it is not recorded.
Lately I've found myself longing for freedom from schedules. I don't want to live ruled by time. I want to live within time. But is this possible in such a fast paced country? Is it practical?
I don't wish to ignore time, for I want to use time wisely. But I don't want to rush through life, trying to keep up with the clock, either.
Balance. It's difficult to live within time rather than under it's steady hand.
In The Tempest, Prospero says,
“we are such stuff / As dreams are made on, and our little life / Is rounded with a sleep”
Prospero comprehends man’s mortality, that man’s life is as delicate as a dream, condensing the hours into seconds until life fades into an eternal sleep
He also understands the concept of time, and is able to act wisely and influentially within the little life he is given, acting with grace and mercy towards those around him.
I so desperately long to learn to live within time, using it wisely as Prospero did, and as Jesus did on his time on earth. But right now, I feel ruled by time. Perhaps someday I will learn.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour
Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier
Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?
I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,
Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;
And eyes, heart, what looks, what lips yet give you a
Rapturous love’s greeting of realer, of rounder replies?
And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder
Majestic - as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet! -
These things, these things were here and but the beholder
Wanting; which two when they once meet,
The heart rears wings bold and bolder
And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
I stumbled upon this quote at the end of summer, and immediately made it my desktop background.
"beauty in the everyday is beauty you can hope for" -- seth simonds
I have chosen to find the beautiful in the days so far. Sometimes it's easier to see than others. Sometimes I don't want to see it, but it's always worth trying to glimpse beauty, because then you know that you are alive.
The beautiful things make us feel alive.
So here's a few wonderful things...
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Lord Jesus, teach my soul to pray
Let me taste Thy special grace
And run to Christ, my hiding place
You know the vileness of my heart
So prone to act the rebel's part
And when You veil Your lovely face
How can I find a hiding place
Hiding place, hiding place
Lord, guide my wandering feet
Draw me to Thy mercy seat
I've nought to trust but sovereign grace
Thou only art my hiding place
How unstable is my heart
Sometimes I take the tempter's part
And slight the tokens of Thy grace
And seem to want no hiding place
Hiding place, hiding place
But when Thy spirit shines within
Makes me feel the plague of sin
And how I long to see Thy face
'Tis then I want a hiding place
Lord Jesus, shine and then I can
Feel sweetness in salvation's plan
And as a sinner plead for grace
Christ, the sinner's hiding place
And as a sinner plead for grace
Christ, the sinner's hiding place
Monday, September 12, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
I hope you enjoy this essay as much as I did, and I hope it makes you aware.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
It reminded me of Vietnam, when the rain turned the streets to rivers and the sound of water on the roof was deafening. It was the only time the streets were still, when the gray skies fell all the way into the city instead of hovering above the rooftops. The city was cleansed and for a moment the sky was blue. I loved the city most then.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And, as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name."
-A Midsummer Night's Dream
Saturday, August 13, 2011
This week was full of work, but the weather was beautiful and during my time off I did some wonderful summer-y things.
I picked raspberries with my mom at a little orchard down the road.
We only planned to pick a few, and ended up with eleven dollars worth.
It was so relaxing to be out in the sunshine in a raspberry patch with my mom, talking and laughing.
The orchard is set back from the road a ways and the store is a wooden barn surrounded by leafy shade trees and wildflowers.
Inside is cool and they sell homemade soaps and lotions alongside the fruit.
I bought some lemon scented lotion. I want to eat my hands when I wear it.
And i picked a bouquet from my mother's flower gardens...
...And gathered tomatoes from the garden and ate them with salt and pepper, still warm from the summer sun.
And I got breakfast with a friend this morning at Clifton Mill.
The pancakes were bigger than my head and so delicious...banana walnut, yum.
Just a few days more before I have to leave...summer, don't end, please.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
This afternoon I was craving pumpkin and I stumbled upon this recipe from 17 and Baking and had to try it -- and you should, too, because it's wonderful.
Cream Cheese Filling
8 oz cream cheese
1/2 cup white sugar
2 large eggs
1 1/2 tablespoons all purpose flour
1 cup walnuts, chopped
3 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
3/4 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
4 large eggs
2 cups granulated white sugar
1 cup unsalted butter, melted and cooled (I used 1 cup oil)
1 – 15 ounce can pure pumpkin
1/2 cup water
1 1/2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Butter and flour two 9″x5″ pans.
For the Cream Cheese Filling: Beat the cream cheese just until smooth in a stand mixer or food processor. Add the sugar and process just until smooth and creamy. Add the eggs, one at a time, processing just until incorporated. Do not over process. Stir in the flour. Set aside.
For the Pumpkin Bread: Sift together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, and nutmeg in a large bowl and set aside. In another large bowl, whisk together the eggs until lightly beaten. Whisk in the sugar and melted butter, then stir in the pumpkin, water, vanilla extract, and (optionally) nuts.
Stir the flour mixture into the pumpkin mixture, being careful not to overmix. A few streaks of flour are fine. Divide the batter in half. Take one half and divide it between the two pans. Pour half of the cream cheese filling into each pan, then top with the remaining half of batter. Smooth the tops and bake an hour, or until a toothpick comes out clean.
Cool pans on a wire rack for 10 minutes, then turn out and cool loaves to room temperature.
Friday, July 15, 2011
I'm grinning from ear to ear (haha get it?), you know why?
It's Friday, the sun is out, and I just bought sweet corn from the market down the street.
And I'm about to whip up some of this parsley butter to put on it:
Lemon Parsley Butter
In a small mixing bowl, beat:
1/2 cup butter, softened
1 tablespoon finely snipped fresh Italian (flat-leaf) parsley
1/2 teaspoon finely shredded lemon peel
1-1/2 teaspoons lemon juice
1/4 teaspoon sugar
with an electric mixer on low speed or stir until well combined.
Cover and chill in the refrigerator for 1 hour to 24 hours before serving to allow flavors to blend. Bring butter to room temperature before serving. Makes about 1/2 cup.
Also, I'm reading My Àntonia by Willa Cather, which is a wonderful book. More to come on corn and Cather later.
Have a sunshine and wonderful weekend!
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Oh how I love summer, and summer reading lists!
Friday, July 1, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Every summer my mom plants new flowers in the front flower beds and gently tends to the perennials so that throughout June, July, and August the front of our house blooms with color. I love all the flowers but especially the June Lilies, which burst into color the first month of summer in bright red, yellow, orange, and sometimes pink.
When my little brother was brought home from the hospital on June 21st, the lilies were in full bloom and my older brother and I sat on the front porch among the lilies waiting for our newest sibling to arrive. My brother as a baby is a vague memory now, but the lilies stand tall and clear in my mind against their strong green stems and the blue Ohio sky.
This morning the sun is out and I can see the lilies through my open window, and I'm thankful for their beauty and the summer sun.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered. And now Douglas knew, he really knew he was alive, and moved turning through the world to touch and see it all, it was only right and proper that some of his new knowledge, some of this special vintage day would be sealed away for opening on a January day with snow falling fast and the sun unseen for weeks or months and perhaps some of the miracle by then forgotten and in need of renewal. Since this was going to be a summer of unguessed wonders, he wanted it all salvaged and labeled so that any time he wished, he might tiptoe down in this dank twilight of the cellar reach up his fingertips."
-Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury
Saturday, May 28, 2011
"Have I gone mad?"
[Alice checks Hatter's temperature]
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are"
Well I need a little madness in my life, and so after I get home from work tonight, I'm going to make homemade Oreos with a friend and then we're going to go midnight swimming, sleep, and hope and pray our alarms wake us up for church.
I hope you all do something a little crazy this weekend to break up the monotony of the everyday.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
This morning I woke up to rain on my window. Again. Since I've come home to Ohio for the summer the sun has shone twice, maybe three times (at least in shone on my Birthday!). At first I liked it, giving me an excuse to curl up in bed and read for hours on end with a cup of tea. Or try new recipes: Carrot buttermilk muffins, lemon custard cake, banana oatmeal pancakes, or cornmeal cake with strawberries. But day 14 of rain is dreary, and makes for slow business at the ice-cream shop.
I don't work until 5 tonight, and I finished reading Huckleberry Finn for my online class so I have all afternoon to do as I please. I decided to bake cookies, checkerboard cookies. They have to chill for two hours in the refrigerator, so while they do that, I'm going to head to Beans and get some coffee and finish A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. I'll post pictures of the cookies tonight after work if I'm awake enough to bake them.
Pictures of the cookies, as promised...I took some to my brother's piano recital this afternoon since they're black and white like piano keys.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
...reading Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde on a rainy May afternoon with a cup of cinnamon apple tea?
I enjoy my days off.
But Stevenson's book isn't a mindless read by any means, for Stevenson explores the depravity of mankind. He explores the evil side of man
"...all human beings, as we meet them, are commingled out of good and evil: and Edward Hyde, alone, in the ranks of mankind, was pure evil."
Henry Jekyll says, "I was plunged into a kind of wonder at my vicarious depravity. This familiar that I called out of my own soul, and sent forth alone to do his good pleasure, was a being inherently malign and villainous . . . "
Evil can so easily consume without the Grace of Jesus. This book has given me a renewed appreciation for this grace, grace so freely given. Only in Jesus are we free from the bondage of sin and evil that threatens to snuff out the Henry Jekyll and succumb to Mr. Hyde. Literature does indeed delight and instruct, and for that I am grateful.
One more thing. Let me share a link that I have recently found. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have lately...
Oh, and P.S. I'm attempting to make soft pretzels tonight...wish me luck! (If they turn out I'll post pictures and all that jazz)
Friday, May 13, 2011
6 Tbs fine yellow cornmeal
2 tsp baking powder
¼ tsp salt
½ cup milk, preferably whole
1 tsp pure vanilla extract
½ cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, at room temperature
1 cup granulated sugar
2 large eggs
1 tsp grated lemon zest
2 T lemon juice
Mix dry ingredients together.
Mix vanilla and milk together and set aside.
With electric beaters, cream butter, sugar, eggs, lemon zest, juice, and milk mixture together. Beat in dry ingredients.
Bake in a 9" round cake pan for 30-35min at 325 degrees F
Serve warm with fresh fruit of your choice (my favorite is strawberries)
P.S. this cake is delicious served warm with jam for breakfast :)
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Check out these hard to read pages...but it's been fun already.
Last night I discovered my Great Grandma had tea with a Danish prince.
The lady I remember with silver-white hair and a wrinkled face is proving herself to be an
exciting and classy woman.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Here's a little of what I plan to do when I go back to my little village of Cedarville, Ohio :)
1. Bicycle Rides
I love riding on the country roads around my house,
and shhhh but I love to find old graveyards and have picnics with the old folks.
What could be better than fresh jams and jellies, garden fresh veggies
and early morning outdoors...mmm i couldn't say.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Well I'm going out west where I belong
Where the days are short and the nights are long
And I'll walk a little walk I'll twist a little twist
I'll shimmy a little shimmy I'll fly a little fly
Yea we're out there having fun in the warm California sun
Well, I'm going out west out on the coast
Where the California girls are really the most
Where they walk and I'll walk They fish and I'll fish
They sin and I'll sin They fly and I'll fly
Where they're out there having fun in the warm California sun
Well, the girls are frisky in old 'Frisco
A pretty little chick wherever you go
And they walk and I'll walk They fish and I'll fish
They sin and I'll sin They fly and I'll fly
Where they're out there having fun in the warm California sun
We're out there having fun, yeah, in the warm California sun
Saturday, April 23, 2011
I couldn't decide which one to do, so I did both . . . and ignored Shakespeare (which I really shouldn't do -- he requires so much attention right now).
I made a triple layer carrot cake with cream cheese frosting for Easter Sunday. Can'twaittoeatityummm....
"Gotta Have You" The Weepies
Monday, April 18, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
I realized this week how tired i am, emotionally, physically, mentally.
This semester has been hard in many ways. I'm taking 21 credit hours and I have to plan my life by the minute in order to get my homework completed and have time to work two jobs, see friends, eat, and sleep a little. Every time I turn in an assignment that is only half of what I wish it could be, I feel guilty, tired, sad. I try, but I fail so many times.
I desire to live life to the fullest, but does that mean stretching myself to the limit? Instead of writing a paper on literary criticism or Victor Hugo, I long to have conversations with the people that I care about. I long to serve like I did this summer in Vietnam, rather than thinking about myself, my time, my homework every day.
I have asked myself multiple times if school is worth it. What is the point? Then sometimes my professors pull a strand of light from the dusty words. Strands of truth about life and people, and God's grace. And I again devote myself to my classes.
God's grace is a beautiful thing.
Where would I be without his grace to withhold me when I feel as if I am going to fall into a heap on the ground. It is his grace that allows me to be human, to forgive myself for my faults and keep living for Him. It is his grace that allows me to believe in Him, in his love, his forgiveness, his power.
This semester I read through 1 and 2 Samuel, and I read of David and his struggles, which were far worse than my own. God was teaching him to trust and to obey. Perhaps this is the lesson I need to learn as well. Yet even with this knowledge I feel drained.
Hopkins (as usual) says it best:
|WHEN will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut,|
|Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs?|
|When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I’ll not play hypocrite|
|To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but|
|That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows||5|
|Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it?|
|O surely, reaving Peace, my Lord should leave in lieu|
|Some good! And so he does leave Patience exquisite,|
|That plumes to Peace thereafter. And when Peace here does house|
|He comes with work to do, he does not come to coo,||10|
|He comes to brood and sit.|
I long for peace.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
I haven't had a breather until now (which is only going to be five minutes i think) but I wanted to get back to blogging.
Recently school and I have been spending way too much time together, and I'm planning for Junior Senior, which is also sucking up my time. But it's fun because I have to get crafty :)
Happy Wednesday! Summer is only a few months away!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Please be in prayer for the people in Japan.
You can help by buying these bookmarks from Etsy (http://www.etsy.com/listing/70132141/japanese-tsunami-and-earthquake-relief?ref=sr_gallery_3&ga_search_query=pray&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_facet=handmade)
All proceeds go towards Japan.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
I've always dreamed of opening a bakery and baking all day
Somewhere in a city, somewhere where it rains. Seattle? I love that city.
The girl in Stranger Than Fiction has my dream job. I wish I was gutsy enough maybe to do something like that someday.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Whole Wheat Sweet Potato Muffins, and they are wonderful!
It's raining today, and on rainy days I tend to bake and read. Today it was baking, but I'll probably read a little too :)
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The story was messy like life is, and wasn't tied up neatly at the end. I like that in books, because real life isn't a happy ending. It's hurt and pain and joy and laughter all mixed together.
Among other things, I made spaghetti sauce from scratch this afternoon. It's simmering on the stove and I'm about to go eat some and watch the sun set :)
Monday, March 7, 2011
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Saturday, March 5, 2011
I drove home yesterday for spring break and left sunny Tennessee for rainy Ohio. weeee
I'm reading spring poetry to make up for the lack of sunshine.
If you haven't read Hopkins, then you are missing out:
Monday, February 28, 2011
"Self-consciousness is the curse of the city and all that sophistication implies. It is the glimpse of oneself in a storefront window, the unbidden awareness of reactions on the faces of other people—the novelist’s world, not the poet’s. I’ve lived there. I remember what the city has to offer: human companionship, major-league baseball, and a clatter of quickening stimulus like a rush from strong drugs that leaves you drained. I remember how you bide your time in the city, and think, if you stop to think, 'next year…I’ll start living; next year…I’ll start my life.' Innocence is a better world."
-Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
or 3-D glasses at the movie theater with Miranda.
Made me smile :)
Here's to friends and ridiculous picture memories!
(This post inspired by http://teagannicholle.blogspot.com/)
Saturday, February 19, 2011
but isn't he adorable?
I just bought him tonight and have been reading up on all things plants.
Let me tell you a little bit about him:
He's a Dracaena
He likes medium light
He's from Tropical Africa
He's easy to grow (according to the little plant tag, which i hope is right!)
and he's supposed to purify the air! (way cool!)
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
A lovely blog reminding us that love is all around :)
Also, a wonderful song i stumbled upon this afternoon:
"Stole My Heart"
by Little and Ashley
Monday, February 14, 2011
Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love."
Who better to quote than Shakespeare on Valentine's day?
Some Valentine's finds from Etsy:
"You are my cup of tea"
"I'll Sing you a Song"