Americans are good people.

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I’m not a huge baseball fan, but I do love going to the games.  There’s something deeply  reassuring about us as Americans on display there. People of every persuasion are happily hanging out together enjoying the weather, the food, drink and each other.  They are just glad to be in the moment.  It’s quite literally the most mindful, relaxing experience you can share with others.. outside of a yoga studio. 😉

Going to a baseball game reminds me once again, that the VAST majority of Americans have nothing in common with the bullies being featured, normalized and sometimes even hailed as heroes in the press.

 

The other good news?

My husband caught a ball for my daughter.

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photocredit:National Review,The Washington Post

 

 

The Cinco de Mayo Dilemma..

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It was pretty chaotic… three of us squeezed into a tiny dorm room last week packing up and trying to move out. I was sitting on a box folding piles and piles of clothes and layering them into bins for transport. Every so often, my daughter’s roommate would let out a sigh and comment about how much stuff she had accumulated and the need to get rid of some things..specifically shoes. I nodded in total agreement.

“This is actually a great example of having too many clothes” I said as I shook out a balled-up,  wrinkled,  ‘Happy Cinco de Mayo’  T-shirt to show to my daughter.  “OHHH, there it is!!” she wailed, “I was looking all over for it and couldn’t find it in time!!”

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“But honey” I declared, “you’re making my point exactly. You have so little space for storage and every square inch is so stuffed to the gills you don’t know, or can’t find, what you do actually have… why would you take up one ounce of space in a tiny dorm room for a shirt you can only wear once a year???”

“I LOVE my Cinco de Mayo shirt mom!! I got it for free at Taco Bell last year..DO NOT throw that away!” she warned.

I rolled my eyes (again), dutifully folded the shirt and put it into the bin.

My eldest daughter used to be a clothes hound too, and her dorm looked just like this. Now, her closet resembles a small, super-organized, airy boutique, (no overcrowding) so I know..I KNOW… there’s hope for my youngest.

Because at some point you transition away from accepting chaos to craving clarity..

You’ll know you’re getting there when you give your unopened Clinique “gift with purchase” to the local women’s charity and start tossing all those dang free T-shirts.

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The parable of the “Love Cakes”

Love is like a tray of cupcakes.

You wake up every morning with a silver platter full of your unique offerings and take it with you as you walk out the door.

One by one you share your love with those in your life:

your friends

your family

your co-workers

your significant other

even strangers..

and as you do

your  tray gets lighter and lighter until it’s empty

freeing up both of your hands

to live..

beautifully,

freely,

fully.

💜

Unless you don’t.

💜

You see some of us hold on to love

and we lug around our increasingly heavy tray

every

single

day..

and our hands are so occupied with the burden

and weight

of this unshared love

that it becomes impossible

to think of anything else

or serve anyone else

but ourselves.

💜

Then there are times when we are so focused on

one person

one passion

one problem

that we dump every single one of our love cakes onto this

one single area..

day in and day out and..

 until suddenly

what we thought was a healthy offering

becomes

a sticky, overwhelming, sickening pile

of unappreciated

goop.

💜

Love is like a tray of cupcakes..

 how are you going to share yours today?

 

 

 

 

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photocredit:13 – Drawing cartoons,Pinterest

The Echo

I grew up spending most of my summers on the water; specifically on boats. We’d go out on trips, toss the anchor in, swim all day and sleep under the stars at night.

On one of those occasions, I remember waking up to a sound that was rather odd. It wasn’t overly loud, it wasn’t mechanical, it wasn’t alarming..it was just different.

I laid still for a while listening to this sound, but finally rolled out of my bed to figure out exactly what I was hearing. When my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness outside I was shocked to discover we were in imminent danger.  The anchor had slipped during the night and we were only yards away from hitting the rocks.  The sound I had heard were the waves as they gently splashed against a large wall of rocks creating an echo off the stern of our vessel.

Sometimes you get that warning..

an echo of sorts pinging off impending trouble.

But you have to be still long enough in order to see and hear it.

 

 

BBB* (Best Banana Bread…ever!)

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Some recipes just make me proud.

 These are the ones that have evolved and been perfected over many, many years of making and baking..

Enter one of the best examples:

BBB*–  Best Banana Bread ever.

For starters, I’ll say I mostly make muffins out of this batter. They freeze beautifully and my husband likes to microwave one or two in the morning for breakfast. Over time, what’s changed most about this recipe is how healthy it’s become. I’ve made additions and substitutions and the finished product below is pretty darn moist and delicious with not a lot of ‘bad for you’ ingredients.

In a bowl beat:

3 eggs

Add:

1/2 cup sugar

1 teaspoon of each: Vanilla, salt, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon

Put two snack-sized (individual cups) of applesauce into a one cup measure, top it off with extra virgin olive oil..add to bowl and mix with:

4 mushed bananas.

Add one cup wheat germ and 2 1/3 cups white flour.

Add shaved dark chocolate or chocolate chips to taste. This is where the sweetness will come from.  Original recipe called for 1-2 cups of sugar! 😧 (Waay too much!!)

I also like to add chopped walnuts.

Scoop into muffin cups and bake at 350 until golden brown.

Set Yourself Free

I stumbled upon this quote the other day and was struck by its simplicity and truth. The only thing I’d change about it is the visual depiction of sadness as a light blue balloon that’s tied to a limb… I think a better representation of not letting go of things that make us sad would be this:

or this…

or this..

But no matter how it’s depicted, the cure is a choice

and it ALWAYS feels like this:

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photocredit:Mental Health & Happiness,Wikipedia,Men’s Fitness,MemeSuper,Clipart Kid