A Multi-Dimensional Life

2012-01-25T20:26:00.004-06:00

Another "R" word...

"R e g r e t"

I arrived at the hospital just moments after my dear friend's father took his last breath. She sat at the edge of the hospital bed, the winter air chilling the room from the slightly opened window. It had been a long fight...a battle against a disease that only ravishes its victims...yet she felt as though there was something more she could have done.

Reality escaped her as her emotions carried her away. She believed with all her heart that it wasn't time for her dad to die and that if she had been at the hospital when he took a turn for the worse, she may have been able to help him hang on a little longer.

I wondered...why my friend felt as though the responsibility to keep her dad alive had been placed solely upon her shoulders? Why did she feel the need to keep him here instead of releasing him into the arms of God? Her father was 85 years old and dying of incurable cancer, which despite progressive medicine and a good fight, didn't relent. This man was suffering terribly, yet he fought to remain strong when his daughter was present. I wondered if he pushed himself this way to show her that he was willing to fight to stay alive not for himself, but as a selfless act of love for the daughter who wasn't ready to let him go. I wondered what, if anything had been left unsaid or unresolved between them. I found it interesting that (although the daughter would have wanted to be by her dad's side until the very end) her dad slipped away when she wasn't there.

Sometimes it's hard to let go. Some of us are born fighters, and sometimes that is what keeps us going -- even keeps us getting up every day to conquer what lies ahead. However, sometimes we fight and lose...we lose a battle...and we also lose sight of a bigger picture...a purpose...a plan.

Nobody knows just when their last breath on earth will be taken.

God does!

Sometimes things are out of our control. Sometimes we need to accept the inevitable. There truly was no way my friend could have saved her dad...it was time for her to let go. We must let go and allow our loved ones to freely enter God's eternal home. It is in His timing and as much as we might feel we have lost the fight, we haven't...a battle maybe...but the real fight has been won for us by Christ. In Him we have victory.

That last breath is not the end...it is the breath of eternity!

It is only when we release those whom we've been fighting to keep here in our earthly grasp, will we truly exhale!

REGRET
(written by Lorraine Brown/ (c) 3/15/06)

Walk away from the enemy,
Run if you can,
Just when you think he’s left you,
He’ll be back again.

He wants to make you worry,
He wants to make you sad,
He’ll remind you of mistakes you made,
He’ll make you feel so bad,
Walk Away -- That’s right, walk away!

If you stay there and listen,
He’s sure to make you pay,
For the sins you committed,
He’s sure to wreck your day.

Now turn your back on him,
He can’t hurt you though he’ll try,
But you’ve got the power,
To expel his dirty lie!

His name isn’t pretty,
Neither are his ways,
He sits on the sidelines
Tryin’ to wreck your days…
His name is Regret…
His mission is the same,
Regret! That’s him...Regret!

There’s a better name that waits for you,
A name you’ve heard a lot
He’s someone you can count on,
His name is God...
That’s right…it’s God…that’s right!

Walk away from regret,
He’s already lost,
A long time ago
When Jesus paid the cost,
Walk away! That’s right…walk away!

Hang on to the truth,
The truth won’t leave
If you grab the hand of God
If you really believe!

God will never leave you,
He will always be there,
He already forgave you,
He always cared!
That’s God…That’s right…That’s God!
Hold tight…to God…Hold tight…
So right…It’s God…So right!!!
(written by Lorraine Brown (c) copyright 2006)

Quinoa Stuffed Peppers

2012-01-20T16:35:00.003-06:00

Well, it's never too late to start eating healthy!  As much as I avoid the word...."Resolutions"... I do admit that I have some personal "R" words tucked away in my heart.

First... Rest:   Not only by getting more sleep, but also by Resting in the presence of God. When I do, I feel Refreshed, Recharged, Renewed....and I Remember just how Real His love for me is!

By Remaining in Him, I can more easily hear His voice and Remember His word. As I do, I make the choice to keep his word and I ask Him to keep me!

As far as the physical...I'm hoping to eat less sugar and get back on track with the healthy diet I have always "tried" to maintain. Not for vanity, but for health. I believe in taking care of the body God gave me and remaining healthy starts with a good approach to eating clean.

As you might remember, I...Love...Quinoa!
(In addition to it's great taste, texture and versatility, it's packed with nutrients and a good source of protein, filled with amino acids, and it's gluten free).

I found this wonderful recipe for Quinoa Stuffed Peppers and loved it! This recipe was right on the box of Ancient Harvest Quinoa ...but I've changed a few things (like adding more garlic) ;)

QUINOA STUFFED PEPPERS

1 cup Traditional Quinoa

2 cups water

4 large or six medium green peppers

(slice off top and remove seeds; then rinse)

1 medium onion, diced

1/2 lb. fresh mushrooms, sliced

2 Tbsp. Butter (I used Olive Oil Instead of butter)

1- 29 oz. can diced tomatoes (reserve juice)

2 garlic cloves, crushed (I used 4 garlic cloves)

1 - 12 oz. jar Mexican Salsa

(I used 1 can rotel with green chiles instead of salsa)

2 Tbsp. Dry Sherry

(I used White Wine instead of cooking Sherry because it has less additives)

10 oz. Mozzarella cheese, shredded (I left off the mozzarella, and added grated parmesan after baking)

Pre-heat oven to 325.

Cook traditional quinoa as directed on package.

(quinoa cooks very easily like rice and is ready in approx. 15 - 20 minutes)

Steam the peppers until soft but not limp

In a large skillet, saute onion and mushrooms in olive oil

Add the diced tomatoes (reserve the juice for later)

Add the crushed garlic and the can of Rotel (or salsa)

Cook over medium heat for 10 minutes

Add the wine and simmer 10 more minutes

Fold in cooked quinoa

Place peppers in baking dish and fill with quinoa mixture. (this should take about half the mixture)

Thin remaining mixture with the reserved juice

and pour around peppers

(if you use mozzarella, sprinkle over peppers) and Bake at 325 degrees for 30-35 minutes.

After cooking, I removed them from the oven and sprinkled grated parmesan on top of individual servings.

My husband and I both enjoyed this meat free alternative to stuffed peppers. Of course my mom's tried and true comforting stuffed peppers (with my healthy tweaks) is still my all time favorite but for those times when I'd

rather not have meat, I will reach for this recipe!

Enjoy!

Quinoa Stuffed Peppers

Tea and Tangerine

2012-01-15T17:59:00.003-06:00

TANGERINE!

when she dances by,

senoritas stare

and caballeros sigh...

And I've seen toasts to Tangerine ~~

In my photo, tangerine pound cake is keeping company a teacup and brew pot from my friend Jill...

Jill I'm also enjoying the chai tea you gave me ...

and my cup runneth over with gladness!

(p.s...Jill, do you recognize the plate in the pic...

you gave me that about 15 years ago with a giant matching coffee cup!)

I thought I'd share my recipe for

Tangerine Pound Cake ...

I purchased a large bag of tangerine's and I've been enjoying fresh squeezed juice, but thought I'd make a variation of a banana bread recipe I love by substituting tangerines for the banana's....

Here's the easy and fresh recipe:

1/2 cup (one stick) unsalted butter, softened

1 eight ounce pkg. cream cheese, softened (1/3 less fat)

1 2/3 cup sugar

2 eggs

2 1/4 cup flour

1 TBSP. baking powder

1 tsp. salt

1 cup half n half ....**

...**(I guess the half n half and the butter make up for the third less fat in the cream cheese ;))

3 Tbs. Tangerine peel

3 Tangerines...

(squeeze the tangerines over a strainer into a cup and set juice aside for later)

Preheat oven to 375...

Grease and flour two loaf pans and set aside...

Cream butter, cream cheese and sugar until fluffy

Add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition

Add dry ingredients alternately with half 'n half

Stir in Tangerine peel

Pour mixture into pans and bake for 45-50 minutes or until toothpick comes out clean.

Remove from oven and allow to sit for about ten minutes and then

drizzle reserved tangerine juice over each loaf.

Remove from pans onto wire rack to cool.

Raise a cup and toast to Tangerine!

2012-01-01T18:00:00.003-06:00

Another Year Raced By At Record Speed!

Blurred visions in the rear view mirror...

So many times our focus is on the past and what would have happened if we had done something differently.

Perhaps there were a few near misses along the way?!

Too often we let "What ifs" interfere with what we do today.

But ...

Hopefully there was time to see the beauty all around...

And Quiet Moments To Reflect

Each new year brings with it an opportunity

to begin again….a clean slate…

And turn in a new direction leaving behind what is past...

"Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus."

(Philippians 3: 13-14)

Time To Sail Towards The Fountain...

Of Living Water...

Jesus answered her, "If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water."

(John 4:10)

OPEN YOUR HEART AND DRINK

LIFE GIVING WATER…

A FAUCET…

OPENED AND FLOWING FORTH…

"For with you is the fountain of life;

in your light we see light"

(Psalm 36:9)

Looking Onward and Upward...

To See...

His Hand...

Reaching Out To Me...

Right Where I Want To Be!

"See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me."

(Isaiah 49:16)

Enthralled!

2011-12-16T14:00:00.003-06:00

I feel compelled to share this with you!

"The innocence of beauty and purity is sadly becoming a distant memory that is fading fast. "God is Enthralled By Your Beauty" is a book that will allow you to fall in love with Almighty God and understand a glimpse of how He sees you even in this fallen world of distorted perception."

"Let us triumphantly rise to the occasion

and finally look into the mirror He sees us in".

(Teresa Criswell)

Recently, Debby from Heavenly Humor held a 'giveaway' and I was the fortunate recipient...the gift was a copy of Teresa Criswell's book "God is Enthralled by your Beauty".

Oh...my...goodness!

I had already read excerpts from Teresa's book on her blogs, Triumphant Victorious Reminders and God Is Enthralled By Your Beauty, but holding this little book in my hands as my eyes feast upon her poignant words has blessed me beyond description. It is really a little book...but it is HUGE in purpose and conveys what every woman (or anyone actually) should know! It is filled with the richness of God's grace, mercy and un-bridled love. Teresa speaks truth as she paints a vivid picture of one girls life. She takes us step by step through a dream about this girl who is tormented by the lie of "unworthiness" and she shows us just how God enters in to expose that lie and show this child how very precious she is in His eyes.

I've been extremely blessed to read and re-read it and to meditate on the truth of God's word through Teresa's amazing gift of communication!

"God desires to deliver us from living the counterfeit and delivers us into the life we were meant to live; the life of authenticity.

The mandate is to reveal His majestic,

glorious beauty!

(Teresa Criswell)

an excerpt from Chapter 3:

"I cried out 'O God, why is she so drawn to this place of secrecy? All she has to do is turn one hundred eighty degrees. If she chose to do this I knew her eyes would be able to see clearly. She would once again see herself through the eyes of the Father."

"I watched with joy as I saw her turn with the King and she finally looked into the beautifully adorned mirror. As she looked she was stunned to see her new image. Her eyes now filled with freedom!"

Freedom is waiting!

...

I'm so grateful for you Teresa and for you Debby!

Debby, I'm also waiting with great expectation for your book! What beautiful, talented women you both are!

I'm delighted and honored to know you and call you friends!

Abundant blessings to you, always!

***(I was not asked to promote Teresa's book, or to mention Debby's up-coming book. I just adore these talented women and wanted to share them with you)***

p.s...the song you hear playing in the background is by Lindsey Kane...another amazing woman!

This song is so appropriately titled "Measure of Beauty". If you listen closely to the lyrics, they go perfectly with the title of Teresa's book! Teresa actually met Lindsey one day by chance...while out on errands...struck up a conversation. When Lindsey learned of Teresa's book, she gave her a few cd's because the lyrics of her song were amazingly fitting! There are no co-incidences! God orchestrated a meeting of these two women and is blessing others through them!

Always Thankful

2011-11-24T00:28:00.002-06:00

From hungry deer grazing on acorns...

To Geese taking flight ~

I'm constantly amazed at the beauty within sight!

As the one who creates hills of velvet...

Waterfalls...

And calming waves at sea...

Places Autumn still life...

Adorns the ground with fallen leaves...

Makes me giggle at ducks frollicking...

Hedgeapples on display...

And the sweetness of a stroke across the horse's mane...

All of nature like a painting...

each wonderfully made!

Glowing vibrantly on autumn colors....

As He sets another sun...

And shines His light in a giant harvest moon...

Reminds me of His constant presence...

Unconditional love...

And showers me with grace!

Sets my table with abundance...

As I look into the eyes of each loving face!

I give thanks!

“In everything give thanks;

for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.”

(1 Thessalonians 5:18)

11/11/11

2011-11-11T12:50:00.000-06:00

Eleven

Eleven

Eleven

On the eleventh day

of the eleventh month

at the eleventh hour

The armistice was signed and fighting ceased...

http://www.va.gov/opa/vetsday/vetdayhistory.asp

"Soldiers of the 353rd Infantry near a church at Stenay, Meuse in France, wait for the end of hostilities.

This photo was taken at 10:58 a.m., on November 11, 1918,

two minutes before the armistice ending World War I went into effect"

The armistice was eventually signed into law by congress as a national holiday to commemorate those who sacrifice for us…our veterans! Years later the name of this holiday “Armistice Day” was changed to “Veterans Day”. The appropriate way to salute those who were willing to sacrifice on our behalf because of their patiriotism and love of country.

Veteran's Day proclamation

And at the eleventh hour

a moment of silence was observed

At the eleventh hour on this eleventh day of this eleventh month

I will bow my head

and give thanks!

(but even more than that, I'll give thanks for them each day!)

God Bless our Troops

ALWAYS!

Time for Soup!

2011-11-04T13:07:00.000-05:00

As we get ready
to...

turn back the clocks,

crank up the heat,

add layers of socks to warm our chilly feet...

we'll bring out the down and the flannel sheets,

And cook up something hot to eat!

This chill in the air is all the more reason,
For good hearty food...

...it's back to soup season!

I love this soup...

image from Fresh Market "Inspirations"

Winter Squash Soup w/Chipotle Peppers & Cream

This recipe just says Comfort to me! Many of you already know that my husband runs the other way when this soup is served...

I j u s t d o n 't u n d e r s t a n d !

Of course, each time I make it, I love to ask him...

"did you ever taste it?"

That goes over ~~well!~~ ;)

As my husband sticks with his sandwich and chips,
I'll enjoy this heartwarming soup and the leftovers!

Oh, since I last made this, I've switched to "gluten free" pasta for my pasta sauce variation of this recipe...I love quinoa pasta -
I like it for its taste, texture, and health benefits...

!! Don't forget to turn back your clocks this week-end !!

They say we should do it at 2:00 a.m. on Sunday...

I've never figured out why!

REALLY....does anyone wait up until 2 a.m.

to change their clocks?!

My husband always changes every clock in the house

right around 6 p.m. on Saturday...

but that "throws me for a loop"...

that's why I make this soup! (wink) ;)

here's the recipe:

Winter Squash Soup w/ Chipotle Peppers & Cream

Tricks for Treats

2011-10-30T21:52:00.001-05:00

Abby the Wonderdog!!!

We made this video of Abby two years ago...Since then she has added a few more tricks to her routine. Hard to believe Abby is now nine years old! She never ceases to amaze us...but in typical dachsund fashion, she has "us" trained....no tricks without her treats! :)

Did somebody mention treats?

Simplicity is the "KEY" Lime Pie...

2011-10-15T23:18:00.004-05:00

When I think of pie, the first thing that comes to mind is my favorite...

Key Lime Pie!

It is one of the simplest pleasures in life...better than cake to my taste buds...
a slice of happiness.

I used to think it was difficult to make...then I found a recipe and began to make it myself...with real key limes...all from scratch. It was very good. I was thrilled that it was so easy to prepare until I came across a simpler way... "Nellie and Joe's Key Lime Juice". My life suddenly became better! I realized that squeezing limes was a thing of my past as I found the "key" to the best pie I've ever tasted. What's better...the recipe for this no fail taste of heaven is right on the bottle! Oh, thank you God for Nellie and Joe! With a recipe as perfect as this, life is sweet delight!

With most foods, I prefer cooking from scratch, but this juice really is fresh and I don't mind taking the easy way out occasionally for a convenient alternative.

There is one thing, however, that I will never do...buy a crust! Feel free to call me a pie crust snob, but in my opinion, nothing compares to the freshness of a homemade crust. Many of the pre-packaged pie crusts have additives to extend their shelf life which are really, really bad for you. I admit that even homemade crusts are not the most healthy thing to eat...but they taste so much better and even though butter has saturated fat, it is not as harmful as the trans fats found in substitutes. Yes, butta is betta...and of course, moderation is "key"!

Here is the recipe for this elegant pie...which makes me look like the queen whenever I serve it....but truth is, I'm not the queen....princess maybe....but not the queen! ;)

Simple yet Elegant Key Lime Pie:

Crust:

1 1/4 cups graham cracker crumbs (organic preferred --- or graham crackers pulsed in food processor until crumbs result - (I actually found gluten free graham crackers at my health food store and have been able to substitute them for the traditional crumbs...I like them)
5 TBSP. Un-salted Butter (melted)
1/4 cup sugar

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Mix above ingredients together and pat into a 9 inch pie plate. Bake for 8 minutes. Remove from oven and cool completely.

Filling:

14 oz. can of sweetened condensed milk (not evaporated milk)
3 egg yolks (whites not used)
½ cup Nellie & Joe's Key West Lime Juice

Combine all three ingredients until smooth. Pour filling into pie crust and bake at 350º for 15 minutes. Allow to stand 10 minutes before refrigerating. Refrigerate at least 2 hours.  Just before serving, top with freshly whipped cream or meringue, garnish and serve.

I love to garnish with fresh berries and

a "dab" of fresh,

real whipped cream!

( 1/2 pint 8 oz. heavy cream w/ 1 TBSP. sugar & 1 tsp pure vanilla...in a chilled bowl with chilled beaters, beat on high until stiff peaks form, then serve)

Moderation???!!!

If you're lucky, you just might get a slice before I devour it!

Simple Pleasures!!!!!!!!!!!!

Craving Comfort...

2011-10-03T20:40:00.002-05:00

The Seasons are Colliding ~

We had frost last night...

And the colors are changing quickly...

It is Autumn...

Time for Crisp, Vivid Days...

Chilly Nights...

And Comfort Food!

I almost passed by these gorgeous peppers, but there was just enough chill in the air to stop me in my tracks as I was reminded of comforting Autumn days as a child when I'd arrive home from school and be greeted by the wonderful aroma

filling the home as my mom's stuffed peppers

simmered on the stove top!

It's another recipe which is not only fixed in my memory, but also rooted in my heart and when I think of comfort food, this recipe is at the top of my list!

Over the years, I've tweaked my mom's recipe just enough to make it my own, replacing the ground beef (or the mixture of beef & pork) she would use, with my version of lean ground turkey

and using lower sodium organic tomatoes.

For the most part, my recipe is very close to hers.

Here's my version:

1 lb. lean (or extra lean) ground turkey

3-4 cloves garlic (pressed or diced)

one small yellow onion, chopped

approx. 1/4 tsp. sea salt

approx. 1/4 tsp. pepper

1/2 cup white rice w/ 1 cup water (cooked according to pkg. directions)

6 large (or 8 small) green peppers ( remove tops and seeds; rinse well)

1 (46 oz.) can tomato juice (I use low sodium)

2 (14 oz.) cans organic diced tomatoes

Steps:

First, prepare rice and set aside to cool

In large mixing bowl, combine ground turkey, garlic, onion and rice, salt and pepper (mix with large wooden spoon or very clean hands) until combined.

Fill pepper halves with meat mixture

In a large pot, drizzle enough juice into bottom;

Place filled peppers into pot;

Add tomatoes and carefully pour tomato juice over the top so that all peppers are completely covered;

Place over medium high heat on stove top

until juice begins to bubble.

Reduce heat to low, cover and simmer until meat is completely cooked through (approx 60 minutes)

** because I use turkey, I allow them to cook longer so that the meat is completely cooked and no pink remains.

(if using a meat thermometer, it should read 180).

I like to eat this heartwarming dish more like soup...ladling lots of juice over the top and soaking up the extra with fresh Italian or sourdough bread!

Mmmm ~~

The warmth of the steam on my face

as I move closer to the bowl...

placing my soup spoon into the bubbling sauce...

to savor...

the flavor...

of comfort!!!

What's your favorite comfort food?

The little girl

2011-09-30T17:25:00.003-05:00

She pulled the car into the lot at the edge of the forest preserve and gazed out over the field of wildflowers, illuminated with the vivid glow of goldenrod against a backdrop of tall reeds standing on the marsh.

Her introspective heart was heavy.

She reflected back through the years, recalling episodes from her past which left her feeling rejected, abandoned, lonely, hurt, afraid, and hopeless. She was angry over some of her experiences as she felt robbed in a way...robbed of the life she dreamed of back then. She longed to be that little girl again...the one who was so very happy and carefree; the one who looked toward the future with bright eyes of expectation of a life filled with love. Somewhere between rejection and anger she was lost... The innocence of a child abandoned in the aftermath of rejection.

As the tears welled in her eyes, she suddenly felt a presence like no other.
The voice of God called out to her:

"My precious child, let go of anger; fear and hurt. I will make you new again. You must forgive it all and allow me to deal with those who hurt you. You must let all bitterness go so that you can have peace. You must also forgive yourself...really forgive. When I died for you I took your sins upon myself so that you would not have to die (yes I am your atonement); when I rose from the grave, I defeated death. I am alive and have come to give you life and a fullness of life!
When I ascended, I defeated evil.
You have nothing to fear! You have everything to gain! Life in me and for all eternity is yours if you will only accept it. I will heal you from all of your un-forgotten pain.

You will be free!"

He knew exactly how she felt and explained to her that every sorrow she has experienced, He has also experienced. This voice...this tenderness...this spirit...penetrated her heart, making it clear that anger need not be hers anymore; that her identity is in the one who looks upon her as the most magnificent creature...free...as He created her to be.

Tears streaming down her face, she envisioned herself as a little girl, standing at the edge of the field, clutching a pink flowered suitcase to her chest. The image of this suitcase signified all the pain she had been holding onto. Year after year she had been stuffing it with one pain after another until it was ready to burst open, exposing its contents of all the emotions hidden inside.

She imagined herself stepping into the field, taking one baby step after another, until she could see her daddy with arms open wide, calling her into his presence. With her suitcase still held tightly to her chest, her pace quickened and she moved closer. She began to run to Him, smiling jubilantly as she leaped into his arms. He took the suitcase from her and He released it into the air as it vanished.

Her suitcase filled with everything but treasure was no longer weighing her down. She felt free again, jumping in the air, dancing, laughing...tears turning to joy...and her heart as light as a feather...the way she remembered it to be back then. The way He made her to be! He held her close in His tender arms of mercy and comforted her, letting her feel His blanket of security wrapped around her soul.

The little girl is back...in her daddy's care!

The sun was beginning to set. She realized she had been there at the edge of the field all afternoon…with God! It felt like just moments!
As she drove the car out of the lot and headed home, she turned on the radio and was amazed to hear this song playing at that very moment! Smiling ear to ear, she turned up the volume as loud as possible and delighted in every word as she knew it was true! http://www.godtube.com/watch/?v=FJM1MCNU

I can't get enough of that song!

p.s...this story is not about anyone in particular...

but...it could be about everyone!

Just a little longer?

2011-09-18T22:34:00.261-05:00

Can you spot the bumble bee and the little fly coming in for a landing?

My favorite season

is quickly coming to an end....

Yet I cling to it...

hoping to make it stay around

a little longer

Daylight is Diminishing

And a chill is in the air

making me crave comfort foods

and apple pie!

But oh, not yet...please...

I just got used to the heat!

And...I haven't even used up my little tube of sunscreen!

I want more

bike rides along

the lakefront...

And visits to the farm

with my best four legged friend...

Corn on the Cob

Gazpacho

made from

fresh garden veggies...

Watermelon...

Refreshment by the stream...

Walks in the park...

Summer fountains...

Gazing upward

as the moon hangs out with the clouds...

And...

Visits

from

a

hungry

fawn

Since Labor Day, front doors in the

neighborhood have been adorned with

autumn wreaths; friends are sharing recipes

for pumpkin cookies and fall mums have

been on display in the markets.

But I just don't feel ready...

And my flowers are still in full bloom!

Oh...Please...don't rush me!!!

Is anyone else sad that summer comes

so late and leaves so early?

Or is it just me?

I'll miss you summer! I'll miss eating

outdoors in the warmth and sunshine...

open windows ushering in balmy breezes...

the freshness of the morning dew and

the aroma of orange blossoms...

the beautiful song

of cardinals

and chickadees

Evenings of cool refreshment

The sound of the owl's call and the crickets

night time serenade... a steady morning

wake up call from the baby wren nested

nearby...the sweet smell of honeysuckle...

The feeling of freedom...

The kind of freedom that makes you feel like

dancing like nobody's watching!

And Sunsets!

Wonderful

Glorious

Sunsets!!!

(I'm so thankful that sunsets are year round!)

I did recently say to some friends that I'm

trying to embrace the changing seasons so

that I won't miss out on the beauty of the

moment. Just as I rush out at sunset to see

what the master artist paints for us each

evening, I will also revel in the full spectrum

of autumn color coming our way very soon.

I will embrace each new season...when it's

time...but...for now...until the calendar

says it's autumn...

I'd like

to stay

right

here

in

summer!

2011-09-03T13:44:00.001-05:00

PEANUT SITTING PRETTIES

Something Sweet for Liz!

My dear friend Liz loves these little treats!

They are so simple...but oh so tasty!

I originally got this recipe from another precious friend, Carol years ago.

She made a batch for me while I was visiting her in California.

I loved them...unfortunately, a bit too much!!! ;)

She ended up having to make more

after I devoured most of the first batch on my own!

When I made these for Liz, she felt the same way.

Recently, I asked her if I could bring her a treat and she requested these!

(( Liz's mom Betty Jo and her cousin, Melanie are both going through serious cancer treatments at the moment.

I hope you will join me in remembering both of them in your prayers! ))

Liz, you are a treasured friend

with one of the most caring hearts I know...

Your friendship blesses me!

Enjoy every morsel of the...

Peanut Sitting Pretties

One cup butter, softened *

1/2 cup light brown Sugar

2 Eggs, separated

1 tsp. vanilla

2 cups flour

1/2 tsp. salt

1 1/2 cups chopped peanuts (finely chopped)

canned vanilla frosting **

Peanut M&M's

* I almost always use unsalted butter

** I find Betty Crocker "Rich & Creamy Cream Cheese Frosting" to work well for this recipe.

-- Preheat Oven to 350 --

Mix Butter, Sugar, Egg Yolks, and Vanilla

Add Flour & Salt and combine

Form small balls

Beat Egg whites

Dip each ball into egg whites and roll them in chopped nuts

Place approx. 1" apart on ungreased cookie sheet.

Bake Five Minutes

Then remove and press thumb into the middle of each cookie.

Return to oven and bake Five Minutes More.

Remove from oven and cool.

Fill each cookie with frosting and top with peanut M & M's

-----------------------------------

Variations:

(jelly beans, or other decorative candies can also be used for the topping) (the chopped peanuts can be substituted with almond m & m's, walnuts, pecans, or almonds, etc.)

I like to use different colored m&m's for various holidays (i.e...red & green for Christmas; red, white and blue for patriotic holidays; pastels for Easter and spring...

Enjoying Simple Pleasures

with Treasured Friends!

Two Great Examples of Loyalty!

2011-08-26T13:26:00.000-05:00

"Greater love has no one than this:

To lay down one’s life for one’s friends." (John 15:13)

LOYALTY

(to view this 20 second clip, click the link below)...
http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=7378247n

GOD BLESS

OUR TROOPS

AND THEIR LOVED ONES!

Eighteen Years!

2011-08-22T00:35:00.000-05:00

Eighteen Years Ago

We said "I Do"

Then You said

"Take hold of my hand

And don't let go...

We're going on a great adventure!"

Footprints we left behind in the sands of Maui

and the beauty of the sea and sky above....

Were witness to the laughter we shared...the joy we felt...

the promise to LOVE!

Although eighteen years have flown...

Our commitment stands...Love has grown...

Through the trials life brings,

I have a strong shoulder to cry on...

In the triumphs, I celebrate and dance with you!

Your smile is the last thing I see

When I close my eyes at night...

And in the morning, it still shines bright!

Life is more than blessed when I think of our adventure...

And when you hold my hand, It still feels so right!

Holding hands as we kiss goodnight...

Holding hands in the morning light...

Holding hands

as our adventure takes flight!

Our Adventure...

Yes, It's great!

Sweet memories we create...

A story all our own!

Though time has really flown

It's true...

But time is just so good with you!

Happy Anniversary

Loving

Husband!

2011-08-05T18:13:00.000-05:00

"Appreciation

can make a day,

even change a life.

Your willingness to put it into words

is all that is necessary."

(Margaret Cousins)

There is a true story about a teacher who had asked her students to write something (just one thing) they appreciated about each student in their class. After she collected all the encouraging words, she gave each student a list of the the things their classmates admired about them. It was an excellent exercise in positive reinforcement, respect and admiration, and many lives were encouraged and even changed as a result.

As years passed, one of the students had served and died in Vietnam. Found tucked inside his wallet was a weathered piece of paper...yes, the list! One of his prized possessions, it travelled with him through the years, through the war, through life and death.

"Kind words can be short and easy to speak,

but their echoes are truly endless"

(Mother Teresa)

Sometimes we become weary, discouraged, worn out from working hard, or just plain fatigued. Then, someone out of the blue compliments us or shows us appreciation in some way, encouraging us and making us feel valued. Our efforts suddenly feel worthwhile...they haven't gone un-noticed.

There are plenty of situations in life, both serious and not so serious when we could benefit from a kind word.

"Gracious words are a honeycomb,

sweet to the soul and healing to the bones" (Proverbs 16:24)

Whatever we are going through might not be as powerful as the story of the soldier or the classroom filled with changed lives, but every life is important...every word has meaning...and the words we speak (a reflection of our hearts) do make an impact.

MAY YOUR WORDS

BE A BREATH OF FRESH AIR

TO SOMEONE... ANYONE...

MAYBE EVEN TODAY!

2011-07-30T21:28:00.002-05:00

I continue to celebrate my favorite season as it yields it's freshest fruits!

It IS Peach Season, all the more reason to smile...

Peaches n Cream 'Baked' Alaska!
Although I gave in and turned on my oven, it was on for only 3 minutes! That's it...

A while back, I was looking for something to do with peaches other than pie...something quick, simple and delicious. This peaches and cream dessert is a wonderful alternative to peach pie a la mode! An elegant, yet simple dessert...ready in no time!

• Prep time: 10 minutes; Cook time: 3 minutes; Total time: 13 minutes; Servings: 8

Ingredients:
• 4 Large Peaches (preferably white)

• 4 ounce(s) cream cheese, softened

• 1/4 cup sugar

• 1/2 cup cinnamon ice cream (can use vanilla if preferred)

• 2 egg whites, room temperature

Steps:

1. In medium bowl, mix softened cream cheese with ice cream until smooth and return to freezer to set while preparing remaining ingredients; then preheat oven to 450.

2. Beat Egg whites w/ a pinch of salt on medium until they become frothy. Add sugar, gradually, while continuing to beat until stiff peaks form.

3. Slice peaches in half and remove pit making small well in center if each. If needed, cut just a small slice off bottom of peaches so they will stand evenly. Fill each well with approx. 2 tsp of ice cream/ cream cheese mixture then top with enough meringue to cover the cream and bake until meringue is set and golden...watching closely (approx. 3 minutes).

Serve Immediately

and

Smile!

Sun kissed faces glow,

Eyes twinkle from the light,

Balmy summer breezes warm the night -

To my delight -

No other season makes me feel so right!

No Baking Required

2011-07-18T10:41:00.000-05:00

For a little reprieve from the blistering temps of our mid summer heatwave, we're chilling out with no cook and no bake recipes!

Like this cool and refreshing cake...

No Bake Pineapple Fluff Cake:

1 Eight oz. Pkg. Philadelphia Cream Cheese
2 TBSP. Light Brown sugar
1 Fresh Pineapple, cut into pieces
½ stick unsalted butter, cut into pieces
½ cup pure maple syrup
½ pint whipping cream
1 pkg. instant French vanilla pudding
1 and 1/3 cup cold milk
2 cups toasted flaked sweet coconut
One frozen pound cake.

Remove Frozen pound cake from freezer and begin to thaw while preparing remaining ingredients.

Slice pineapple into pieces and place in baking dish.
Dot butter over the top of pineapple and drizzle with maple syrup, and place under broiler for 5- 10 minutes, until just slightly browned and bubbly (watching closely). At the same time, place coconut under broiler (on a piece of foil) just until slightly golden (also watching closely; stirring once or twice so it does not burn).
Remove coconut and pineapple from oven and set aside. *

In narrow bottom mixing bowl, beat whipping cream until stiff peaks form. Set aside.

In large mixing bowl, combine cream cheese and brown sugar until smooth. Fold whipping cream into this mixture. Set aside.

Whisk together instant pudding and 1 1/3 cup cold milk until it becomes thickened. Fold into cream cheese/whipped cream mixture. Set aside.

Slice pound cake into thirds, horizontally and begin assembly.

Top first layer of cake with pudding/cream cheese/whipped cream mixture;

Sprinkle with toasted coconut;

Add slices of pineapple;

Top with second layer of cake and repeat the same layers;

Add top layer of cake and frost with remaining pudding/cream cheese/whipped cream and spread over top and sides of entire cake;

With spatula, pat remaining toasted coconut into top and sides of cake until evenly covered and coated...
Slice and Serve...(or refrigerate until ready to serve)

* for an alternate way to prepare the pineapple and toast the coconut: Take it outside... (place prepared pineapple chunks on foil and grill on high for 5 - 10 minutes until slightly browned and bubbly. Place coconut on a second piece of foil and toast on grill along side the pineapple, watching both closely. *

ENJOY!

(this recipe was one of my original concoctions for the Philadelphia cream cheese contest last year)

2011-07-13T15:28:00.004-05:00

I sat in stillness under the sweet summer sky; head tilted back, eyes fixed upward. A gentle breeze was orchestrating a display on the canvas above and around me, forming shapes out of cottony clouds, continually taking on new meaning like pieces of a puzzle moving in and out of place.

It was as if God was saying:

"Linger for awhile my child; be silent;

~ remain in me ~

~ remain ~

and I will paint a panorama just for you."

As the shape of two clouds slowly dissolved, a new cloud attached itself to make yet another creation. My eyes locked in on what appeared to become two large outstretched wings, like an eagle with a thicker, perfectly round cloud forming its head. I watched closely as it hovered above me, seemingly watching over me as I gazed back. It wasn't long before this specimen began to drift off and break apart. As it diminished, another puff of white moved in, connecting to the last remnant of broken wing and a new shape was formed. That one broken wing began to take on the shape of an arm, a wisp of air thinning its end just enough to create separations which resembled an out-stretched hand.

As I re-lived this childhood past-time of naming shapes in the clouds, I said God you speak in such creative ways! I’ve been still enough this day to be entertained by this ever-changing puzzle in the sky. You’ve removed and replaced pieces of this puzzle, changing its image as you’ve surrounded me with the peace of your presence and the joy of your creativity…just as you’ve done with my life.

Now I sense you are telling me that although I sometimes feel like I’m hindered by a broken wing, unable to fly, you’ll replace my brokenness, and with your outstretched arm, you’ll set me free….free to see and to hear and to embrace your transforming power.

You continue to transform the shapes in the clouds, as you continue to transform my heart into the shape you meant for it to be.

You’ll carry me when I'm weary…

I'll glide on the shapes of the clouds as you renew my strength; replacing my broken wings with new wings and... together we will soar like an eagle across the expanse of the open sky!

“But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint”.

(Isaiah 40:31)

2011-07-03T13:27:00.000-05:00

We Gaze At The Same Silver Moon...

And The Same Big Sky Above...

As Our Soldiers In A Land Far Away...

this photo came to me via an e-mail

Long to see the faces

of the one's they Love!

Back Home...

Old Oak Trees...

Dressed up in yellow ribbons

Door Frames...

Adorned with Love!

As We Pray and We Wait...

We Fly Our Flag...

And We Celebrate

This Great Land!

H a p p y I n d e p e n d e n c e D a y!

Sweet Cherry Surprise!

2011-06-24T14:17:00.001-05:00

Call them a Cupcake,

Call them a Muffin,

Call them Sweet Cherry Surprise...

A delight for the taste buds ~~~ A treat for the eyes!

This delicious little cake is derived from a recipe from my mom's collection. The original recipe did not have a cheesecake filling. This was one of my contributions to the "real women of philadelphia" cooking contest last year. I concocted my own version and decided to make a cupcake/muffin with the required cream cheese, and it turned out to be a hit here at home.

As much as I like my mom's original recipe for cherry cobbler cake...I prefer these little cakes and I make them often... pie cherries and a light cream cheese filling on top of batter, then baked to become moist, delicious treats...

Prep time: 20 minutes ; Cook time: 20 minutes ; Total time: 40 minutes; Servings: Approx. 20

Ingredients:

•2 Sticks unsalted butter, softened
•2 cup(s) of Flour
•5 Eggs (4 eggs for batter and 1 egg for filling)
•1 Tbsp. of Fresh lemon juice
•2 Sticks unsalted butter, softened
•1 Eight oz. pkg. Philadelphia Cream Cheese
•1 & 1/2 cup(s) of Plus 2 Tbsp. Sugar
•1 tsp. of Vanilla
•1 Can cherry pie filling
•1 - 2 TBSP. unsalted butter, softened
•1/2 cup(s) of skim milk (approx.)
•1 cup(s) of Confectioners sugar

Steps:
1. Preheat oven to 350
2. In large mixing bowl, cream 2 sticks butter with 1 & 1/2 c. sugar.
3. Add four eggs
4. Gradually mix in 2 cups flour and 2 Tbsp. lemon juice until smooth.
5. Set aside and combine the filling ingredients as follows:
6. In second bowl, combine cream cheese with one egg, 2 Tbsp. sugar and 1 tsp. vanilla until smooth.
7. Into lined cupcake pans, spoon in cake batter with an ice cream scoop to approx. 2/3 full, then make a slight well in the center of each.
8. Add approx. 2 tsp. cherries, then top with approx 2 tsp. cream cheese filling
9. Bake for approx. 20 minutes or until toothpick comes out clean when inserted into cake portion of cupcakes.
10. Remove to wire racks to cool.
11. When cool, remove cupcakes to a platter and drizzle a small amount of glaze over each cupcake and serve!

12. For glaze: Combine 1 cup confectioner sugar with butter & skim milk
until smooth and the consistency of a glaze.

As I brewed my morning coffee, I remembered that I had several of these cuties left. Despite the dreary, rainy weather outside my kitchen window, my day suddenly became brighter with the thought of heating up one (or more?) for a sweet morning treat!

HELLO CUPCAKE!

Sweet Delight!

The Day My Daddy Cried

2011-06-19T10:19:00.000-05:00

I miss my Dad!

(the song in the background was from my previous post but I left it up because this is the song my dad would sing all summer long while working in his garden -
he loved the outdoors)

When I was a little girl, I would stand by the door
when it was time for my dad to arrive home from work...

all bubbly with excitement to greet him...

Me and Dad!

He'd pick me up

and give me a big kiss on the cheek

such a wonderful moment...

the best!

He was a hard working man; a wonderful provider for his family and a great example of what hard work really was. Knowing the value of a dollar, never squandering a cent, he always reminded us to save. He was a child during the great depression and knew first hand how difficult times can become. I don't remember him sitting down much. He would come home from work, and work some more...in his amazing vegetable garden, in the yard, in and around the house. He could and did repair and build anything... a jack of all trades, he took great care of us!

He served his country in the navy and fought in WWII.

He had the gift of discernment...to see through a facade and tell it like it is...he was a very truthful man.

He was a Golden Gloves Boxing Champion ~ As a result, he could be intimidating to some...(perhaps the reason I didn't have many dates)???!!!

My dad had a sense of humor...a silly one! He made us laugh quite often with antics, jokes, made up names, etc. He was most humorous when he wasn't really trying! ;)

Mom and Dad

He was a moral man and loved his family dearly and was "in love" with his wife, my mom with his whole heart and soul all the days of their life!

Mom and Dad

He loved God and had a great deal of wisdom (although I didn't always see it as wisdom until I matured a bit). He was one of my biggest cheerleaders in life; my mom was the other.

Yes, he was tough; he was strong and his "love language" was one of works mostly. I suppose I don't have as many soft and sugary moments to tell about my dad as I do about my mom. She was the soft place to land - he was our protector and defender...a place of security, with a sensitive heart hidden just beneath the surface. He had layers...depth!

Despite the fact that my dad is now home with his heavenly father, I still miss him! But...someday, I'll arrive home and he will be waiting by the door for me...

Daddy's kiss

He will pick me up and give me a big kiss on the cheek. I will feel the security of the moment and the joy of being re-united with my dad.

At his memorial, the pastor said "I believe Jim is tending to the most beautiful garden he's ever laid eyes on right now, and I also believe that if Jim could tell you one thing, he'd say....'you've got to come here'!!!"

YES...I believe it too!

I wrote this poem after he had major heart surgery...his life was saved...

He Cried

He was a strong man,

Never shed a tear,
Solid as a rock
Carried no fear...

He was a tough guy,
A hard working man,
Showed his love by the work of his hands...
Not a man of flowery words,
Nor of many words at all,
But as far as I was concerned,
He was ten feet tall!

I was sure he could carry the world on his shoulders,
Sometimes I think he even tried,
Never a doubt in my mind,
That because of this strong man,
Life would be just fine...

Every day after work, I’d greet him at the door,
He’d pick me up and kiss me on the cheek,
There was nothing in the world I wanted more,
Than this moment of the day – so sweet.

Years later…
One day after work…
He laid down to rest,
He said he felt a “funny” pain deep inside his chest...
We knew this was bad when he didn’t fight,
And the ambulance rushed him off that night.

His heart was opened by that surgery,
And then it began to melt,
With words of kindness and expressions of love,
He finally told us how he felt!

The feisty fighter had a soft side,
He showed that side to mom and me,
In a three way hug that lasted a long time,
And his tear filled words “I love my family”!

The feelings trapped inside began to flow,
In words now, not just deeds,
The size of his heart began to grow,
His spirit was set free!

I’m grateful for the tears and expressions we shared,
They mean more than one could know,
I always knew how much he cared,
But I’m glad he found the words to show.

He was a strong man
And he made it clear,
That a strong man’s
Not afraid to shed a tear...

He was a strong man
With a gentle side,
The gift he gave me etched precious in my mind...

Was the day my daddy cried.

(written by Lorraine Brown/ copyright 2007)

H A P P Y F A T H E R' S DAY!

"Be kind to thy father, for when thou wert young, Who loved thee so fondly as he? He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue, And joined in thy innocent glee." -- Margaret Courtney ..

The Invisible Fence

2011-06-04T20:56:00.001-05:00

After encouraging my short legged, exploratory wiener dog to “walk Abby walk”; “run Abby run”…she finally decides a little exercise wouldn’t hurt and develops her sensory overload sniffing excursion into a mild jog, allowing me to get in a steady walk (although not brisk)!

We turn the corner and approach the house of a familiar dog who barks incessantly each time we pass by…her squeals would make anyone think she was injured and in pain! She beckons to us as her little heart desires to run freely for a moment of much needed attention - but her memory tells her that if she steps over that boundary of the dreaded invisible fence, she will experience a shock which she would rather not feel.

Her agonizing cries of longing continue as we pass her by (all the time, I talk to her…”it’s o.k. baby – we wish could come and play with you too! It’s o.k.”)

Her excitement suddenly turns to calm as some familiar scent calls out to her and she wanders over to sniff the grounds, still within the parameters of her confines.

I glance back over my shoulder to see that she sits quietly now, resigned to the life she’s destined to on her side of the invisible boundary.

My mind starts connecting the dots to those moments of my own resignations throughout life; when I’ve placed an invisible fence around my heart.

How often do we succumb to resignation when something in the back of our minds (“could it be…satan?”) says... “this is it -- life stinks -- there is no reason to try -- why bother -- just go back to your comfort zone where it’s safe -- the world doesn’t really need your input", etc!

Yet doesn’t it make your heart feel like yelping - -

“NO, there IS much more life to be experienced beyond this invisible fence”!!!

If only I could step out side of the comfort zone and grab hold of the freedom which is waiting there... It feels so close, yet so far…

If I try, I might fail - but if I don’t try, I’ll never know! What would be worse? Then the fear of being shocked and hurt again keeps me locked inside my boundary. I settle into a familiar place where I know I won’t be harmed….RESIGNATION!

Webster says: “Resignation: act of quitting or giving up. The feeling that something unpleasant is going to happen and cannot be changed."
“We accepted the news with resignation." "A sigh of resignation.”

I define it as a lack of desire; or a desire stifled by a voice (a voice warring to steal our hearts from God) which daunts:

“You can’t!

You never will!

You’re not good enough!"

But….Guess what?!

T h e v o i c e i s a L i e !

Do not sigh…
Rise up from your slumber and try!
You were created for a special glory,
Keep your head up high!

There is a place for you…
No-one else can fill,
A place of belonging - within God’s will,
To do…
What He created you to do…
A place that sets you free,
To be...
What He created you to be!

So don't resign...
Get up and live!
You’ve been designed…
With a gift to give!

Don’t doubt…believe!

Don’t sit…retrieve!

The fence is invisible,
It can’t keep you bound…

The lie is inadmissible

There is glory to be found…
Grab hold -- of Him -- and live!

(written by Lorraine Brown, copyright 2011)

Remembering Freedom

2011-05-24T22:26:00.000-05:00

N E V E R F O R G E T !

^"Greater love hath no man than this,

that a man lay down his life for his friends."

(John 15:13)

Stars shine and stripes remind

The stars shine bright...

In the darkness of a foxhole,

Or in the glow of celebratory light…

By the fireworks we ignite.

Some forget just what happened

in the dead of night,

As the stripes remind us of their wounds,

And blood shed for freedom’s sake,

Today, as well as yesterday…

Make no mistake

Of the sacrifice they make,

While children play,

And music serenades,

As the marching band

Leads our parade...

Let us not forget,

Let us not delay,

Our gratitude to those

Whose coffins lay...

Draped in our flag while taps play.

Let's not hesitate to give thanks

And to celebrate...

The freedoms won by our strong and brave

Of every race and every age...

May we never forget the sacrifice they made.

We salute them now...as we bow

Our heads for grace,

And we take our place...

At the bountiful table

Preserved for us by a remembered face...

No greater love for freedom's sake!

(written by Lorraine Brown/copyright 06/28/10)

Giving thanks this Memorial Day

for all those who have served

and sacrificed!

G o d B l e s s A m e r i c a!

and because of our freedom, we can enjoy the simple pleasures in life...

something as simple as a slice of

Patriotic Pie

(click for recipe)

Her Hands

2011-05-08T12:21:00.001-05:00

My mom had a recipe book

she had written (by hand)...

A collection of her favorite recipes which she intended for me to have. Over the years, it disappeared…perhaps during one of our moves. I looked tirelessly for it, hoping it would pop up, but it didn’t.

Recently, I was telling my cousin, Diane about it and she mentioned that my mother had sent her a few hand written recipes. She said still had them and said that she was going to photocopy them and mail me the originals. A couple of days later, they arrived... I was extremely touched by the thoughtfulness and love of my dear cousin...

Cousin Diane's note to me

As I opened the envelope, I sat with tear-filled eyes, holding my mother’s recipe cards in my hands, and feeling like a part of her was still with me.

I held the paper she held

I studied the crafting of each letter in her penmanship…in the way she swirled her capital L; the way she blended the letters together in an artistic script, unique to her as she formed each word with pen on paper, in an articulate manner…such that when I read her words, I can hear her voice…the cadence in which she spoke; the tone; the softness; the upbeat and joyful spirit in which she communicated; the humor she interjected. I can see her smile when I read her sassy; witty side notes which bring back the memory of that sparkle in her eyes …that little sense of mischief…playfulness that she never failed to entertain us with.

Mom's comments on the back of one of her recipe cards!

(As you can see below, she "no likie" sage...

and apparently, I was one of the 5 little piggies) :) ...

There is a little spot of something here at the top of the card...

it looks like a drop of an ingredient or a little bit of gravy…

The smudge just confirms that this recipe was used and enjoyed throughout the years…and passed along now to me and to others.

Oh, how I wish I could smell the gravy on this note!

My heart is warmed by the thought of times spent in the kitchen together while I measured ingredients and placed them side by side for my mom to incorporate into her wonderful creations. I can see her stirring, whipping, rolling dough, forming meatballs, sautéing onions and garlic for spaghetti sauce, placing roasts in the oven, removing the stew meat from the pressure cooker, frying bacon and eggs and measuring coffee into her percolator. I recall the comforting mornings of waking up smelling the wonderful aroma of that coffee and oh, yes, the bacon sizzling and wafting throughout house, waking me from my morning slumber…......no alarm clock needed!

These notes...

represent even more depth of meaning to me because toward the end of my mother's life, a stroke robbed her of her words…she could no longer speak, but she would smile and clap her hands every time I went to visit…a huge blessing that she always recognized me! She would light up when I entered the room, wiggling her toes, clapping her hands and smiling and laughing , her entire body filled with excitement!

I’m reminded by her written word of how full of life she was….and I have tangible pieces of conversations here to hold in my hands; to press to my heart; to cherish…

and to taste

as I savor each morsel of her recipes…

for food…and for life!

In her words ...

;)

Her hands…

Held me tenderly the moment I arrived,

Nourished me and nurtured me,

As she welcomed me to life…

Her hands…

Bathed; clothed and fed me;

Held my little hand and led me;

Taught me how to write….

Turned the pages of the books she read to me each night,

Folded as she prayed

And clapped for my school plays;

Her hands…

Like magic, turned patterns into clothes

And knitted slipper socks;

They softly styled waves into my curly locks,

Felt my forehead for a fever and rubbed Vick's onto my chest,

And wiped my nose and held me close and softly caressed….

When I skinned a knee,

They bandaged me

And carried me back home,

And never left my side…

I never felt alone;

Her hands

Cooked my favorite foods,

And baked my favorite pies,

And when I was hurt or sad

They wiped the tears from my eyes;

Her hands drew pretty pictures,

In fact they crafted art,

And they touched me with a mother’s love

As they held this child's heart!

Now I look down at my hands

And I'm amazed to see...

Her hands

Seem to have re-appeared,

As they live on....

In me!

H A P P Y M O T H E R' S DAY!

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The legacy she leaves behind,

Is one of kindness and delight,

She loved the life she lived,

And she lived it right!

So when I see a shadow,

Dancing in the wind,

I remember momma's spirit,

And the joyful life she lived!

(excerpt from "Annie's Shadow"; written by Lorraine Brown)

MUSIC IN THE AIR

2011-04-26T23:56:00.000-05:00

I was so inspired today by my friend Janette's post that I wanted to share it with you.

She shared a link to a music project around the world where pianos are on display, adorned with artwork and placed randomly throughout cities and countries...

calling people to sit and play...

the project name:

"PLAY ME I'M YOURS!"

You will find Janette's link just below my poem...along with the link to "Play Me I'm Yours"

She had commented to me that she wished I could have been there to enjoy the creativity of this wonderful music project and perhaps I would have been moved to write a poem about it.

Janette...the images of your family playing the pianos all over the city, and photos of others around the world were beautiful.

I could imagine the music reaching toward heaven from every corner of the earth...giving praise! You inspired me to write this poem! ...

Music In The Air
(written by Lorraine Brown copyright 2011)

A melody like a gentle breeze

Whispering softly in my ear

I hear…

The magic of the keys

A distant sound of harmony…

But where?

A sudden change of plans this day,

My steps are turned a different way…

On a quest to find the music in the air;

Running toward the tempo

The crescendo leads me there…

Then I see…

In parks and markets,

On bridges and ferries,

Roadsides and city streets,

Pianos adorned and calling my name,

Come play the ivories... come play!

Like sounds of heaven on earth,

In concert

The world unified,

Reaching out, reaching up, far and wide!

Let creation resonate

In harmony with God...

Sing in praise to heaven with your gifts,

Reach the world with the beauty from your fingertips!

Song in motion rings

Every nation sings

Echoing in concert everywhere…

Sharing in the splendor of

THE MUSIC IN THE AIR!

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I hope you have a minute to view Janette's post and be inspired to use your own creative gifts!
http://janettessage.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-were-part-of-history.html

"Play Me I'm Yours in New York was described by the press as the latest major artwork since The Gates by Christo and Jeanne-Claude and The Waterfalls by Olafur Eliasson."
http://www.streetpianos.com/

THE POWER OF WORDS

2011-04-21T22:23:00.004-05:00

I saw a group of teens near an overpass, spray paint in hands, scrawling four letter words ... I was saddened... was this the outpouring of their hearts?!

As I drove past and onward toward home, I kept thinking about them. I prayed for them: "Father forgive them for they know not what they do" (Luke 23:34).

Or do they?!

I prayed that GOD'S word would penetrate their hearts. I wished I could reach out to them and tell them this:

Your graffiti wall

HE drew a line in the sand…

He left us HIS words

He gave us His nail pierced hands…

So what do you do?

Spray, scribble, and scrawl...

Grafitti on overpass walls?

Is this the best you can say

With words?

Haven’t you heard?

He died for you! He loves you!

He wants you to LIVE…hear His words…

Not the lies of the enemy…

But the truth that He wants you to see!

That wall is your heart on display…

Crying out for attention -

But Not This Way!

See what HE has for you…

Let Him erase it...Let Him replace it…

A new canvas which you...and He…

Can create…

It’s not too late!

Look HIS way!

I even prayed for a miracle...if only...instead of a display of foul language, they would write something more like this...if only they could watch this:

THE POWER OF CHRIST'S WORDS...

" I T

I S

F I N I S H E D ! ”

(John 19:30)

LOOKING BACK AT ME

2011-04-10T14:07:00.000-05:00

April is National Poetry Month

Not only was it a thrill to hear that my poem,

"Looking Back at Me"

was awarded first place in the Highland Park poetry challenge, but also to hear that during the month of April, it would be displayed in the storefront of a

super cool new boutique...

"So Shee"

Last friday, April fool's day, I was invited to join the other winners in reading my poem for the poetry reading group. After confirming that this was not an April fool's joke, I humbly accepted the honor and privately danced like nobody could see!

We then had an open mic in which all participants could share up to six of their poems with the crowd. Jennifer Dotson organizes this wonderful group of poets. She is an award winning poet and an amazingly talented writer. It has been an honor and a delight to get to know her as well as the other accomplished writers!

Here I am with Michelle Burden

in front of her fabulous boutique,
So Shee

And here is my poem

displayed in Michelle's storefront...

There was even greater meaning to this entire experience,

as this poem was inspired by an actual conversation I had with my brother. After we said goodbye, I immediately sat down and wrote this poem.

When I saw "Looking Back At Me" in Michelle's window, there was just enough of a reflection from the sun to cause quite a bit of interference with the photos....but,

the reflection was a gift ...

because at that moment, I stood reading my poem

with my own reflection looking back at me...

and once again I saw my mom!

I thought about the impact that my parents made on my brother and I and I quietly said,

mom...dad...this is for you!

I was blessed big time!!!

May we all reflect on the memories we hold dear and cherish the many ways they speak to our deepest hearts!

Happy National Poetry Month!

Live in Color

2011-04-01T13:50:00.002-05:00

Do you ever feel like you are viewing life

in black and white...

but you hope that you just might

wake up

and see the world in a brand

new light?

That's how I felt today. My innermost heart has been groaning for springtime weather to arrive. March felt like a very long month...of cold, frozen mud! My mood began to feel like I was stuck in the mire.

This morning, I awakened to bright sunshine, birds singing and children playing outside my window! I thought...could it possibly be warm enough for the children to be running freely and the birds to be sharing such a happy song?!

For a moment, I imagined that I'd pull back the curtains and see summertime...Perhaps I've been hibernating and unaware; all the doldrums are now gone and in an instant, the air is fresh, warm, and fully alive!
Ahhhh, if only!

But the view outside my window revealed that it's not time yet.

"Now faith is being sure of what we hope for

and certain of what we do not see."

(Hebrews 11:1)

As the sunshine massaged my shoulders during my afternoon stroll, the colors of nature appeared more vivid to me than yesterday! I felt as if God was giving me new eyes to see. Yesterday, everything was brown and gray. Today, the brown tones of the lawns were turning just a bit green, and while the trees are still bare, there was slightly more color all around me. Daffodils are struggling to emerge from beneath the surface, but I saw the tiny sprouts. Soon, a landscape of the vivid colors of nature will be dancing before my eyes. Yes, a full spectrum of color!!!

I thought of the wizard of Oz....the movie begins in black and white....but as Dorothy crosses over into the land of Oz, the brick road becomes a
bright yellow...like streets of gold! She awakens, surrounded by technicolor fields of splendor!

In my little world,

It's April....

but still feels like March....

as if I'm in a fever induced black and white silent movie slumber.

yet....I feel a burst of color ready to explode onto the scene...

just around the corner!

Until then, one day at a time...

I watch the transformation and I sigh at the promise of a future!

"His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour, The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower."

(William Cowper)