Monday, August 29, 2011

The Gold of Grass


"Who are You Lord, and what would you have me do?” (Acts 9:5& 6).

The Gold of Grass

I get this feeling that Grass doesn’t have to wonder who God is. To Grass God is the one who sends the sun and the rains. To the grass God is the one that made it so that the seed had directions inside of itself to become the seedling and to reach up and grow to be nourished by the sun and the rains. Why can’t it be that simple for us? The grass never has to wonder what God wants it to do I don’t suppose either. I would love to be as in tune with My Creator as the grass is.


I made up a card with some of my sentiments and photos about grass in my Lemurian Productioons store, HERE

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Asian Pear Crisp Recipe


Asian pear is also known as apple pear and I can see why. It is as if this round fruit started off wanting to be an apple then changed its mind and wanted to become a pear. The mixed up little fruit that is named after a pear but not shaped anything like a pear is shaped instead like an apple. Ready to eat when it is still firm just like an apple instead of when it has softened like an ordinary pear, Asian pear has two layers of skin, the one underneath is green and like an apple skin while the skin on the surface is brown and paper-like.


I just made some pear crisp. It is really good!

Asian Pear Crisp

· 12 Asian pears
· 2 Tbsp. apple cider vinegar or lemon juice
· 3/4 cup brown sugar
· ¾ cup honey
· 3 teaspoon cinnamon
· 1 teaspoon nutmeg
· 1/8 tsp. salt
· 1 cup flour
· 1 cup old fashioned oats
· 10 Tbsp. butter, cut into small pieces
Preparation:
1. Preheat oven to 375. Quarter, core, peel, ad chop pears. Put pears in a large bowl and toss with vinegar. Add 1/4 cup honey, ¼ cup brown sugar spices, and salt and toss to combine thoroughly. Spread pears into two 4-quart baking dishes and set aside.
2. In a medium bowl, combine flour and oats, 1/2 cup honey and ½ cup brown sugar, and butter and cut or work butter into flour mixture (this can be done easiest with your fingers.)
3. Spread flour mixture over pear mixture. Bake until center fruit mixture browned and bubbling, about 40 minutes. Let sit at least 10 minutes before serving. Serve warm.
Makes 6 to 8 big servings

I have all this on a recipe card here

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Seeds of Fire



Some seeds only sprout after going through fire, other types quicken after being processed through a digestive system while still other seeds only awaken after being snapped by a deep freeze. The same Creator that came up with all this uniqueness also made each of us and This Creator knows exactly what we need.



Saturday, August 20, 2011

The Moon is Old



The moon is old now, shrinking, hunched over as if it wants to lay the burden down. Illumination is dimming. Sad. Yet, it is the cycle. One day the moon will give it all up. The moon will wan and wan until it wans itself away. It will be dark in the transition. Yet, in the darkness something tiny and brand new will be birthed. It will start off as a sliver, but it will grow, it will wax and it will catch the light until it reflects more and becomes full.



For now, the moon is old and creeps away.


Friday, August 19, 2011

Moon In Nest




The toppled waning moon looked like an egg in a nest as it came up over the tufts of grass in the field the other evening.




August Days



One of my favorite places to sit this time of year is on the back patio underneath the Redbud and Tulip Poplar tree beside our little bubbling fountain that Grandson helped me embellish with stones and rocks. Pirate ships and speedboats have also been known to show up there floating in the dappled shade where we ward off mosquitoes by dabbing our clothes with geranium oil.

The blooming, white August Lily on the bank emits a soothing scent that reminds me of Lily of the Valley. We stay cool by keeping our feet wet while we create our own atmosphere by manipulating the ebb and flow of the fountain’s stream. We position the stones to cause the waterfall to gurgle gently then we rearrange them to cause it to cascade. Sometimes we cause the toad, (we forget he is there), to jump up suddenly and move for the shallows, which startles us and we laugh at ourselves for being frightened by the harmless toad.

One evening I was sitting alone by this fountain when the cats, Pipen and Tiggy, started clamoring to be let out the back door. I ignored their pleas because I soon realized they only wanted to pounce on the screech owl that was suddenly serenading us with hoots and trills. I sat very still. I wanted to soak in the vibrations of the owl’s questioning murmurs forever. Yet, suddenly becoming silent the owl disappeared, leaving a hallowed chamber in my heart where he had been.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Summer Ripens

After weeks of extreme humidity, it broke, it is gone, it is over. We can breathe! We can sleep without swimming in sweat or enduring the snore of the air conditioner or the air of the fan. Now at last, we rest with open windows, to the sounds in the distance of the cicadas, the crickets and the tree frogs and we can feel the soft, gentle breeze blowing through the rooms. It is as if magic has returned and now everything is beautiful beside the blue fence where the last of the phlox are still showing, purple and white and the darker hue of ironweed is blooming beside them.

The August lilies are striking in their whiteness and the Surprise Lilies truly live up to their name and always surprise me when they spring up, shockingly pink, bride-like and blushing in the middle of the seriousness of mature summertime. All of nature seems to take a gasp when Surprise Lilly shows up looking so innocent and spring-like when summer is almost over and done. The gold-finch are flying about the yard, giving me flashes of yellow and black and the butterflies! The butterflies are becoming more plentiful and that is just fun. Right now, even the leaves on the trees are dancing in delight and the crickets think it is grand, you can tell by their jubilant singing. These are the kinds of days that you just want to soak up and keep forever.

There is a full moon getting ripe and rising closer to sunset every evening. We bought a screen tent and I hope to get it set up to sleep in my screen under the moon when it peaks. I need to hear the mockingbird singing in the night. I need to really know summer before summer is gone.



Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Thoughts on Joy and Ritual

I read this today, " Where ritual is absent the young ones are restless or violent, there are no real elders, and the grown-ups are bewildered. Malidoma Some

Isn't that our world and the world we grew up in? Where ARE the leaders? Are we the leaders now or the confused grown-ups? What can we do to place ritual in our children's lives? Just what IS ritual? Just kidding, but really I think there must be so much to learn. We have lost the way of our ancestors, maybe we should find it and even if the records of the past have been lost, the answers are still written, in every living thing, the bumble and the honeybee taught me that.


What if there is a germ and I can give it to people I associate with and this bug can spread like a computer virus affecting everyone I come in contact with and everyone they come in contact with? What if it is a bright virus, a virus that mutates and transforms some of our unused DNA into awakening and what if the name of the contagion is joy and I can spread it?