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the day my soul cried.the day my cat died.
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the invitation
it doesn't interest me what you do for a living i want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. it doesn't interest me how old you are i want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dreams for the adventure of being alive. it doesn't interest me what planets are squaring with your moon.. i want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. i want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. i want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own if you can dance with wilderness and let ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful be realistic to remember the limitations of being human. it doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. i want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. i want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day. and if you can source your own life from its presence. i want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "yes." it doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have i want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children. it doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. i want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. it doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied i want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. i want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. "the invitation" -a poem by oriah mountain dreamer
shanti
"a mountain is composed of tiny grains of earth. the ocean is made up of tiny drops of water. even so, life is but an endless series of little details, actions, speeches and thoughts. and the consequences, whether good or bad of even the least of them are far-reaching." -sivananda
travel
"Travel is more than the seeing of the sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living." -Miriam Beard
walnut butter
back to talking about my love for walnuts…
so, i’ve tried numerous times to make nut butter. i’m not sure what it is. maybe i’m not patient enough with the grinding? do i use the vitamix or food processor? do i need to roast the nuts first? maybe i’m choosing the wrong nut/seed? is there a wrong nut/seed?
well, after waking up to find a certain someone had finished off the sunbutter and my adoring thoughts for walnuts swirling in my head, i was determined to make some walnut butter.
sara b., the author of an amazing blog that i really enjoy reading and have learned oh so much from—-> http://mynewroots.blogspot.com/ <—– talks about the importance of roasting nuts. i’ve known that when you roast nuts you release the oils which enhance the flavor but i never really realized that it helped with digestion as the body doesn’t have to work as hard at breaking down/digesting the nuts. makes sense.
a flavor boost. natural oils released so there’s no need to add extra oil. and it’s easier on my tummy. roasted it is!
walnut butter 2 cups walnuts sea salt preheat oven to 350F. Roast nuts for 20-30 min. taste them periodically to check on “roast” factor. i actually kept them in a bit too long and they ended up with a deep nutty walnut flavor. i enjoyed it but some may not so i would say probably don’t let them bake for 35+ min…. once done, let them cool completely. pour them into the food processor and blend, blend, blend. you will need to stop often to scrape down the sides but if you’re patient and don’t give up, you will have amazingly creamy and delicious walnut butter!franklin is so nosey! 🙂
after successfully making walnut butter i wanted to conquer sunbutter, my vice. seeing as sunbutter can cost a pretty penny and i go through a least a tub a week if not more, i was hoping to make a homemade version that would help my pocket book. i found a tasty looking recipe on another great blog —->http://www.choosingraw.com/homemade-salt-kissed-vanilla-sunflower-seed-butter. the first time i made it i used the vitamix and it was a flop. i even added oil to no avail. the second time, using my food processor, it worked! i can eat this stuff by the spoonful. and i do.
penelope
six months ago this incredible little bundle of joy came into the world.
meet penelope, my niece.
picture bombardment begins now.
i’m crazy for this beautiful little being.
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change
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glove one.
sometimes i feel anxious if don’t have my phone near me. i’m working on this.
sometimes i feel like my phone is ringing in another room,even when it isn’t. i run to see who’s calling. i’m working on this impulse.
sometimes i feel like my phone is an extension of myself. this too, i’m working on.
if asked, would i give up the use of my hand for my phone? i’d probably respond, “nah, i’m good.” but, would some people? you know, give up their hand to always be connected with their technological device….?
this is what my soul twin/best friend/partner asked of the viewer when he made a wearable phone glove, called glove one. he says “it is both the literalization of Sherry Turkle’s notion of technology as a ‘phantom limb’, in how we augment ourselves through an ambivalent reliance on it, as well as a celebration of the freedom we seek in our devices.”
the phone glove was made as part of a series for bryan’s m.a. show. he’s currently a grad student at the university wisconsin-milwaukee.
glove one was featured on some pretty neat “maker” sites including ponoko, make and tecca. oh, also yahoo news and the huffington post. pretty dang awesome. it is great to see him get some press for one of his projects. i am so proud of my little maker. ❤
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/05/15/wearable-tech-bryan-cera-glove-one_n_1515456.html
i can totally picture kanye wearing this, if it was gold plated.
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walnut milk
i love walnuts. raw. roasted. hidden deep inside some raisin walnut bread. i’ll take ’em anyway.
as a milk perhaps? absolutely!
nothing like getting your fill of omega 3’s first thing in the morning, without having to slurp up a bowl of fish stew…
walnut milk 1 cup walnuts 3 cups filtered water dash sea salt (opt.) dash vanilla (opt.) this is so super duper easy. just pour the walnuts in a bowl and soak in water over night. in the morning, drain the nuts and place in vitamix with 3 cups water. blend baby blend. put a pantyhose over the top of vitamix and pour mixture into a bowl slowly so you don’t spill your precious milk all over the counter. i got the idea of using the pantyhose from leanne over at http://www.healthfulpursuit.com/ she’s one creative lady! pour the strained milk back in the vitamix and add the salt and vanilla if you please. it’s not needed as it is delicious with just the walnuts and water. blend again. restrain. enjoy.i’ve been on a green smoothie kick these days (i somehow missed the green smoothie train months ago….better late than never!). i love to pour this milk over the smoothie then mix in chia seeds and let it gel up. its like green smoothie pudding. yum.
now this is one milk mustache i’m a-ok sporting.