Good afternoon, whoever’s out there. :) I’m seated at my kitchen-slash-worktable, listening to the grinding drone of the breadmaker as it kneads dough for pizzas and glancing occasionally (and a little ruefully) at my latest painting, which I haven’t touched much over the past couple weeks.
I’ve been happily occupied elsewhere.
We’ve been canning like maniacs, my mom, my son Jesse, and I… A few weeks ago my parents borrowed a cider press and we had a lot of messy fun pressing apples from their trees so we could can quarts of cider, some of which Jess hauled off to friends who know how to ferment it, and most of which we stashed away to warm with cinnamon for the coming holidays. For two full days we chopped and assembled tomatoes, bell peppers, onions, garlic, cilantro, etc in order to can salsa and pasta sauce, and another day was dedicated to canning peaches and pears. Two of my kitchen cupboards have been designated to hold all the resulting treasures and I’m definitely going to need more room! In another couple weeks we plan to can potatoes, chili, and whatever else we can think of. Canning our own food is very satisfying, and the best thing for me right now is that I know exactly what’s gone into it. All fresh ingredients. No preservatives! No added fructose! It’s great.
I’m off fructose as much as I can possibly manage to be in this crazy mixed-up world we live in. Since I’ve stopped eating it I’ve felt about a million times better and have lost weight and that sense of heaviness I was carrying for so long in my body. When your body suffers, even in the smallest amounts, so does your mind, your emotions. Well, and vice versa. Everything about us is so intricately linked. I’m also off coffee, another item that tastes good but really doesn’t do me well. The nicest thing is that once I’ve been away from fructose and caffeine long enough I don’t miss them at all. There’s tea for hot beverages, and candy that uses dextrose if I absolutely need something sweet. Thank you God for Vanilla Chai, Smarties and Red Vine Licorice.
Last night I was playing cards with my parents and Jesse and my mom went to the freezer and opened it. “Are you still off sugar?” she asked me. “Yes,” I replied and she said, with visible relief, “Oh good, then there’s enough,” and brought out the box of three remaining ice cream bars. We had a good laugh at that and I SWEAR it wasn’t sour grapes when I said I didn’t want one anyway.
Autumn has officially blown into Oregon now: it started raining–COLD rain–yesterday and is planning to keep it up, oh, for the next four or five months, probably. Occasionally the rain will concede to our wishes and transform into snow for a few days here and there in December before turning back into rain again, and then spring will come and at least the rain will be warm. Ah, rain. You keep everything green and our skin so soft and moist. We love you despite our many curses.
A few days ago, while I was seated on a chair arm petting Horatio, who was lying on the back of the chair, I saw a dry yellow leaf bobbing and whirling in place in the breeze outside the window. It literally looked as if an invisible spirit was holding it while swirling around in a graceful dance. I figured it was caught on a loose web thread but for a few long moments I allowed myself to be agog with amazement and delight at the magic I was witnessing.
I’ve been in that state a lot lately. It’s really an attitude you have to develop and maintain; it doesn’t come naturally. How could it? We live in a crazy mixed-up world, remember?, very difficult to maneuver through. People use lots of different methods to keep their heads above water, but for me it’s reading metaphysical books, meditating and contemplating, singing, paying attention to my dreams–all that inner stuff that’s so exciting to me. The aroma of burning cedar needles instantly transports me into an altered-consciousness place… I keep a small clay pot on the mantel full of them to light whenever I need a pick-me-up. Opening my mind and heart to discover my own path of spirituality has made all the difference to me, though there are those who can transcend within established religious traditions as well; it really doesn’t matter, once we realize we’re all looking at the same thing. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Anyway, in other happy-making news… Scott got a new job! He’s given notice at his old one and will start the new in a week. For the past three years he’s been commuting to Vancouver for work–over an hour’s drive each way–and now he’ll be three minutes away in our own town! He can ride his bike to work! We’re all thrilled. Plus, he’ll have a normal schedule and won’t have to go to bed at eight o’clock every weeknight. As a night owl, this was always hard for him, missing all the fun and evening events. Now my mom will have to be sure to have more ice cream on hand.
Welp, time for me to toss a few little pizza crusts to freeze. Yes, I AM such a domestic goddess, amn’t I? :) Love on this misty moisty day. xo