Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Plant a seed....GO GREEN!!
Friday, February 12, 2010
LIFE IS TOO SHORT
Forget
those who don't.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Compromising Positions: The Illusion of Free Will
Well, do you get the picture? Everything was a major decision. I shuddered whenever anyone said they were hungry, because I new what would ensue.
B: Thin.
Let's play the previous scenario again employing "The Illusion of Free Will"....
B: No, let's wait. I just had a snack.
A: You should have waited for lunch.
B: YOU should eat breakfast.
A: I did. It just didn't stay with me.
Mom: Great. Where should we stop?
A: Thick.
B: Thin.
A: There's nothing to thin crust. Besides, it's too crunchy.
B: Thick is too chewy.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Give and Ye Shall Receive...
3/4 cup Olive oil
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Fear Less
My recurring nightmare goes something like this : I am chased through a tranquil forest by a large drooling, hairy beast growling and slashing at me; I am always caught. Tales of unfortunate bear encounters demand my utmost attention. Methods of warding off attacks are studied and committed to memory. I have played out the steps I will take for surviving my first face-to-face over and over in my mind.
Jokes abound when we head out on hikes. My family laughs at me. My husband growls at me outside dark pit toilets. Fingers point at me when a National Geographic special features a member of the Ursus family. They all giggle about my "illogical" fear of bears.
Illogical. ILLOGICAL?!!
Illogical would mean devoid of truth or validity. Illogical would be lacking a sense of orderly thought. Illogical would be without correct reasoning or aesthetically consistent relation of parts.
Hmmmm.
I find the reasoning behind my fear perfectly valid......
not at all without a sense of verity......
and, through my eyes, there is an aesthetically consistent relation of parts to my fear! I mean, come on - just look at the teeth, the claws, the paws! This is definitely a case where size of parts matters.
Illogical does not define my fear.
Irrational-yes. Illogical-no.
Having paid close attention to ranger talks over the years, I am fully aware that the odds of my stumbling across a bear are slim to none. Even if I wanted to find one-which I do not-they tend to avoid humans. Highly intelligent but fundamentally timid, they will not seek out human contact unless identified as a food source and as spotless as I keep my campsite, you would think I don't eat when I camp. Rarely do bears attack except when they feel threatened and, believe you me, I am not going to stand around teasing and mocking a grizzly should the opportunity arise.
So, as I know and can reason through why I should not be afraid of bears I am, therefore irrational not illogical. My fear makes sense, it just shouldn't be there at all. And yet, it is.
So, what to do with this irrational obsession?
I could stay out of bear country and reduce my odds of a bear encounter to zero, but that would mean my fear was controlling and dictating my behavior. I have always loved the solitude of nature and exploring new territory. Given that I live in an area inhabited by bears, I would have to give up an activity that brings me great joy and peace. So rather that run, I face it head on.
Does it keep me from venturing into the wilderness? No
Have I stopped hiking in bear country? No
Do I carry a bear bell? No. (Gotcha! You would think...Yes, but smart bears know that bells=people=food, so ...No. I do sing a lot though.)
We should not let our fears dictate our actions. There is no greater thrill, nor greater challenge in life, than being paralyzed with fear, yet pushing forward through its barrier to enjoy an experience you would not have allowed yourself the pleasure of had you listened to that little voice in your head telling you to be afraid.
Had I listened to my little voice I would have missed out on all this.....
My advice to you?
Feel the fear, and do it anyway.
What is fear keeping from you?
Friday, July 10, 2009
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Tonight is Girls' Night In. My daughter is anxious to spend time with me, so who am I to argue? ( I always want to spend time with her-our stars must be aligned). I am NOT a hair and nails gal, much preferring a hike in the woods or digging in the garden to a manicure. All the same, she keeps trying to convert me. Since she acquiesces and rides bikes with me, I will pull out the cucumbers and prepare the yogurt facials.
We do find common ground when it comes to movie selection. (Oh yeah - we also agree on home-popped popcorn with real butter drizzled over the top. No microwave crap in this household!) Mindless B-comedies tend to be our top choice...especially if Adam Sandler has his fingers in the pie. Left up to her, we would watch "50 First Dates" every Friday. I gravitate toward "The Wedding Singer" myself, but they both have Drew Barrymore as an added bonus. So I'm good.
Seriously sappy chick flicks also get decent air time. We've seen every film with Kate Hudson in it, especially if it involves angst over a guy that is her best friend, but unattainable, then they fall in love-yaddda yadda yadda. Fifteen-year-olds love romance, so do I. We all should practice romance on a daily basis...it's good for the soul.
Period films never used to make our short list - not for lack of trying.
That is, until the "Twilight" series was published. (Yes, the vampire love story books/movies...have you been living under a rock?) I owe a debt of gratitude to Stephanie Meyers for opening my daughter eyes to the magic of Shakespeare!! Never saw it coming. Hit me like a freight train and before I knew it, we both had the same movie at the top of our list.
Had I rented Zeffirelli 's "Romeo and Juliette" - arguable one of the best movies every made - she would have watched 10 minutes, made a face and quietly slipped out to check her Facebook account. Admittedly, I probably wouldn't have noticed as I would have been mesmerized by the beautiful language. However, since Bella (would-be-bloodsucker with a serious chip on her shoulder) read Shakespeare, she and her friends have now opened their minds and expanded their vocabularies!
Iambic pentameter soliloquies waft through my home like music on the breeze.
- SIGH! - O, speak again, bright angel!
Until recently, I didn't have much respect for that Bella character-too whiny, too needy- now I worship her as a goddess of literature, truly inspirational. Believe it or not, they even started to read Wuthering Heights, decided to put it down and try the movie, then came to the very mature decision both were too damned depressing - good call. Although the Bronte sisters have filled many a quiet evening for me, they are an acquired taste. I'll give her 5 years and try again.
So, this evening I go out on a limb....I think Jane Austen's "Sense and Sensibility" will be a palatable compromise - comedy, romance, silliness, and another actress named Kate . I'll tell her that this was Alice's favorite author (a "real" vampire with an awesomely cool ability to see the ever-changing future) to see if I can spark her interest.
Should my choice not pan out, I'll keep "The Princess Bride" in reserve. Always dependable.
P.S.-My son recommends skipping the film portion of the evening, instead reading aloud excerpts from "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies". He assures me it was a successful attempt at introducing classics to the masses.
I have my doubts.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Mooning, Spooning,Crooning
Is it the full moon or the brisk temps, so unseasonable in Minnesota?
I pulled out the poetry books last night and happened across a cherished favorite.
Sappy-sure- savored all the same.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
Robert was a lucky man. 'nuff said