Thursday, December 31, 2009

Holiday Recap & Happy New Year

A glimpse at Christmas morn! (Click here for redirect to Flickr set with toy links)






Happy New Year!

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Thursday, December 17, 2009

Happy Holidays With Deep Gratitude

It is time for my annual channeling of the spirit of Theodore Geisel by honoring the message of The Lorax and saving a few trees ( sending my holiday cheer via pixels vs. pulp). I want you all to know how grateful I am to have you in my life. I feel honored to be sharing this lifetime with all of you. And because there are those more gifted in words than I could ever hope to be, I would like to offer you a photo and this poem by Michael Blumenthal as it conveys, more eloquently, that which I wish to say.

I will be away from this diary and in brief hibernation until January 4th. Until then...here's a link for some printable paper snowflakes as seen in the garland that hangs above our family bed. Just print, fold, snip and enjoy!

May you be well, and happy and full of mischief as I am, or as Satch would say, "Have a good time and try not to break anything".

Peace out,
Wendy
























And the Cantilevered Inference Shall Hold the Day
by Michael Blumenthal

Things are not as they seem: the innuendo of everything makes
itself felt and trembles towards meanings we never intuited
or dreamed. Take, for example, how the warbler, perched on a

mere branch, can kidnap the day from its tediums and send us
heavenwards, or how, held up by nothing we really see, our
spirits soar and then, in a mysterious series of twists and turns,

come to a safe landing in a field, encircled by greenery. Nothing
I can say to you here can possibly convince you...

but the world as we know
is full of surprises, and the likelihood that here, in the shape
of this very bird, redemption awaits us should not be dismissed

so easily. Each year, days swivel and diminish along their inscrutable
axes, then lengthen again until we are bathed in light we were not
prepared for...

No one who encrusticates (I made that up!) his silliness in a bowl,

waiting for sanctity, can ever know how lovely playfulness can be,
and, that said, let me wish you a Merry One (or Chanukah if you
prefer), and may whatever holds you up stay forever beneath you,

and may the robin find many a worm, and our cruelties abate,
and may you be well and happy and full of mischief as I am,
and may all your nothings, too, hold something up and sing.

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Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Happy Solstice!

Upon a winter's day, how beautiful the shadows are! - Charles Dickens














It's almost time for our annual solstice party wherein we celebrate the return of light! We made lots of paper lanterns for a moonlight walk with the Lilliputians and some peppermint bark for the Brobdingnagians!


We also made these little pouches of seed to sprinkle outside for the woodland creatures.

On Sunday there will be a crock of vegetarian chili with all the fixins, a warm fire, and a houseful of cherished people scattered around this tree.


















Speaking of cherished people, have a listen to an excerpt from Karen Maezen Miller's new book. I just adore her...her holey socks...her nubby sweater...her lovely voice...her wit & wisdom!


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Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Vast

Nestled in bed, under a blanket of night, he whispers...

"Mama, where does the universe end?"

"It has no end...it goes on forever and ever", I reply.

"I love you to the end of the universe", he said.

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Monday, December 14, 2009

Most Alive Monday: The Tree


We found our tree,
hauled it home,
lit a fire,
played some holiday tunes,
drank hot cocoa,
and decorated the fir.
S'all good!

Getting ready for our annual solstice party, but more on that later. Almost finished with some new art, but more on that later...


little tree by: e.e. cummings

littlelittle tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don't be afraid
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i'll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won't be a single place dark or unhappy
then when you're quite dressed
you'll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they'll stare!
oh but you'll be very proud
and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we'll dance and sing
"Noel Noel"
*About Most Alive Monday: I've decided to make at least one "most alive choice" each day and post my favorite each Monday. This, of course, is to motivate me to consciously "live juicy"! I hope you'll join me and share your "most alive moment" in the comments section so we may inspire each other.

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Thursday, December 10, 2009

Deckin' the Halls

Some bulbs...

















Some twees...














Some deer...On Comet! On Cupid! On Bambi! On Blitzen!














Now we're off to go find our Christmas tree! Have a good weekend. Or, as Satch would say, "Have a good day and try not to break anything!'

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Wednesday, December 09, 2009

On Small Silent Feet

"And away goes the Tomten on his little feet. In the morning the children see his tracks, a line of tiny footprints in the snow." - Astrid Lindgren

I found these adorable little Tomten ornaments on ebay and decided to buy them to add to our holiday decorations. Each year we try to find an ornament that represents one of Satchel's many loves. And we LOVE the Tomten. It's one of our favorite wintry books. The ornaments come in a pack of four, and one of them has currently taken up resident in the dollhouse as Tomten are wont to do.

"Winters come and winters go..."

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Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Thirsty for Snowflakes

In the morning he ran outside in pajamas to catch snowflakes in a bowl. He watched them melt, then drank them. "I was thirsty for snowflakes", he said.

In the afternoon there was a snowball fight, and sledding, and organic hot cocoa.



























In the evening there was paneer and dosas by the fireplace.

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Monday, December 07, 2009

Most Alive Monday: Roses

Papa Bears take note of this boy cub. Give flowers for no reason. No, it was not my husband's idea...it was all my son's idea. The truth is, my little boy has given me more flowers than my husband has in all our years together. I nearly cried when I saw him running up the snowy sidewalk with a bouquet bigger than his head and smile as wide as the sky.

This wee little boy knows the singing reaches of his mama's soul.















*About Most Alive Monday: I've decided to make at least one "most alive choice" each day and post my favorite each Monday. This, of course, is to motivate me to consciously "live juicy"! I hope you'll join me and share your "most alive moment" in the comments section so we may inspire each other.

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Thursday, December 03, 2009

mom i hop u

Satch loves drawing and writing notes, though he only writes the first few words then tells me the rest of the note. He presented me with this drawing of Arthur, a bat, and our cat.

He said, "I wrote 'Mom, I hope you have a lovely day, but I didn't write the last part". (oh my heart)






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Have a good weekend.

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Wednesday, December 02, 2009

The Last of the Meadow Dancers

Where the katydid works her chromatic reed
on the walnut-tree over the well. - Walt Whitman


















Last month Satch found perhaps the last of bit of summer...a rather large, lime green Katydid. He brought it home to the observation tank and filled it with a variety of leaves and a cap full of water. I read that Katydids have a short life span and explained to Satch that this little critter is at the end of its life cycle. However, it's still kickin'...and we keep feeding it fresh greens. The Katydid or Orchelimum means "meadow dancer".

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Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Mom to Mom: Anna Thomas & Love Soup!

"Soup of the evening, beautiful soup!" - Lewis Carroll














I cannot resist a beautiful bowl of soup. Many, many years ago, a cherished soul gave me a vegetarian cookbook from her favorite vegetarian restaurant. In it, she tucked a 50 dollar bill and wrote, "please make the pea soup and make extra for me". Well, I did...and it was wonderful and so began my slight obsession for yummy vegetarian soups.

I had the good fortune to review a new vegetarian cookbook, "Love Soup" by the amazing Anna Thomas! It's everything a soup lubbin' vegetarian could dream of! I made her "Creamy Potato and Roasted Garlic Soup" and topped it with some slivers of chévre cheese and a small hunk of crusty bread (see photo above). It was sooooo good! What made this soup so special though was the bit of sweet potato which added a lovely color and a hint of sweetness. YUM!
Naturally, I just had to chat her up...but first, a video clip!



Mom:
Anna Thomas
Of:
Christopher (25), Ted (24)
Where:
Ojai, California
Site:
Vegetarian Epicure

1. In what ways has becoming a mother changed you?
That’s a big question, sister! It changes everything. When my first baby was born, an organism (me) divided and became two different organisms – a child, and a mother – neither of which had existed before. We were both, in a way, starting from zero.

Everything was different. I had no time, I couldn’t bear to read the newspaper because of all the violence, my priorities were re-ordered, and my hair was dirty most days. It took me a while to realize it was not a temporary disruption. A dear friend who was already a father sent us a little handmade membership card: on one side, “Parents Club of the World,” on the other, “Life Memberships Only.”

I entered a new world, one in which there was always someone more important than me, and the future was both more exciting and more frightening. Interestingly, the past changed as well; I began to understand my own parents. And now, as my children grow up, I begin to understand more about who I was when I was their age.

But here’s a big one: I’ve become less judgmental. Being a parent makes everything else you ever did look easy. And when you do that job, really do it, you stop judging others, because you know how incredibly tough and complicated things can get. But would I trade it for anything else? No! Never!

2. What message would you like to share with other mothers?
Everything is a phase. No matter what the challenge is, what you’re trying to figure out and contend with, it is a phase; it will pass. Not that you get to ignore it – and it’s diabolical the way just when you’ve figured out how to deal with tantrums, that’s no longer the problem and it’s something entirely new and different that you haven’t thought about yet! But it is a phase, and it will eventually play itself out. And you will survive if you remember that.

And never regret an extra moment you spend with your children. You won’t be lying on your deathbed saying, “wish I’d spent just a little more time in the office.”
3. What is your family’s favorite dish?
This has changed a lot over the years – when the kids were little they loved rice pudding and breakfast pancakes, and later they adored summer tomato soup and quesadillas and Tortilla Española… But I must admit that the cream cheese pierogi that I make for Christmas Eve, little savory pastries filled with caramelized cabbage or potatoes, are beloved by all, and through all eras. They accompany my Christmas Eve Porcini Soup – a recipe I included in Love Soup, even though it can be a bit of work to find porcini, because that soup is so amazingly delicious, and such a family tradition. I think it’s in our DNA, the Polish side.

4. What inspired you to write Love Soup?

This goes back a long way! I have always cooked soups, but when my first baby was born soup became even more important. All the years that I was raising my children, when everybody seemed hungry all the time and there was never an extra moment, having a pot of soup in the fridge really was like money in the bank.But then the children grew up and moved out, and I moved, too, downsized in a major way. I was doing a major remodel – a re-build, actually – and was temporarily living in a converted painter’s studio. I put in a teeny, tiny little kitchen under the stairs to the sleeping loft, which I thought would be just dandy for the few months of construction.

You can see where this is going, right? Three years later, I was still in the 81-inch kitchen. And during that time – I was cooking soup, soup, and more soup! It was the food that saved me, allowed me to continue to eat well, to cook seasonal produce without needing a lot of equipment (which was all packed away), to have friends over for casual suppers…A good pot of soup is like a magnet, people just naturally bring the bread and olives and cheese and wine that go with it. Those seasons of soup in the wee kitchen showed me that no space is too small for cooking, or for sharing food with friends. I fell in love with soup all over again - and decided I had to write about it. The whole book was written in that not-so-temporary kitchen!

5. What moves you, grounds you, fills your well?

Two things have always filled me with lasting joy: the true experience of art, and the far, wild reaches of the natural world. I would travel a long way for a good opera, or to see a great painting. Real art never lets you down. And hiking in the mountains is my daily blessing. I live where I live, and drive longer distances for work, so that I can see the mountains out my window, and walk the trails into them any time. For my 50th birthday I climbed Mount Whitney with a couple of girlfriends. I’ve called on that experience many times. Experiencing these things in the companionship of family or good friends has always been my spiritual nourishment.

When I had children, I shared the things I loved with them: art, the beauty of nature, the comradeship of close friends – and I watched them discover the world. And later – the most moving thing of all: seeing my children make art.

*This diary entry is dedicated to Ida May Mahler...When making a bowl of soup, when climbing a tree with my son...you come to mind. Loved, missed and always remembered.

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