I recently have been checking a blog called the local cook, in which she highlights learning how to buy and use food from your area. She is not in the Atlanta area but has some good inspirations for different recipes and things. You can find more about the local cook at http://thelocalcook.com/
Recently, she had a post that you could comment in order to apply to win a book called, Eat Where You Live: How to Find and Enjoy Local and Sustainable Food No Matter Where You Live by Lou Bendrick. I just got an email this afternoon saying that I am the one that won it! The excitement that I responded with made Bob think that I won money or something and he couldn't quite understand why I was so excited about a book. It is not just about what a great book it will be, but also the feeling of being chosen (whether randomly or not). I am still giddy about the "win"; I guess it is the competitive side in me even though I didn't do anything to deserve the W in this case.
After I read it, I will have to let you know how it is. Can't wait to get it in the mail!
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Friendship
Friendship is something that no one ever really teaches you about. Learning how to be a friend is something that happens through trial and error, with lots of joy and pain along the way. I love watching little kids make friends. They can't talk to each other but just start to repeat actions of what the other is doing. And like magic, they are friends. One of my favorite things on Sunday mornings at church is to watch the kids play. One will start running in the hall and pretty soon there are a team of five two year olds running back and forth. They haven't spoken a word but have communicated in ways that are so uninhibited. Sometimes I wish I had that die hard attitude when it came to friendships, thinking, "Of course, we will be friends, why wouldn't we?" It is so sad how past hurts can get in the way of that. Our own insecurities, the perfections people display about themselves that actually make you not want to be around them, our expectations that to be a good friend you have to have a certain amount of time, or see each other this often.
I was blessed yesterday by two phone conversations with friends I haven't talked to in months. These are friends I usually communicate to in other ways, through mail, blog checking, etc. but I was so touched by both of their calls. Even though I haven't talked to either of them on the phone in a long time and we talked less than half an hour, it was amazing that we just picked up in the present. I don't know why I am always surprised at the ease of this--that we still are who we are even if we don't know the daily details of each other's lives.
Moving has taught me so much about who I am, how I approach (or avoid) friendships and the definition I have now of friendship is so different than the one I had a few years ago. My closest friends don't necessarily have to be the ones I talk to the most often. They are the ones that KNOW me, the kind of knowing that is that childlike without-words kind. Where we could just sit and be quiet and still be communicating. And friendships are slow. The more I try to force them the less fluid and life giving they become. It takes a long time to really get to know someone and that process cannot be hurried. I hope that the more I grow and learn about myself and humanness, the more I can give and receive friendship. I know I really cherish these relationships.
I was blessed yesterday by two phone conversations with friends I haven't talked to in months. These are friends I usually communicate to in other ways, through mail, blog checking, etc. but I was so touched by both of their calls. Even though I haven't talked to either of them on the phone in a long time and we talked less than half an hour, it was amazing that we just picked up in the present. I don't know why I am always surprised at the ease of this--that we still are who we are even if we don't know the daily details of each other's lives.
Moving has taught me so much about who I am, how I approach (or avoid) friendships and the definition I have now of friendship is so different than the one I had a few years ago. My closest friends don't necessarily have to be the ones I talk to the most often. They are the ones that KNOW me, the kind of knowing that is that childlike without-words kind. Where we could just sit and be quiet and still be communicating. And friendships are slow. The more I try to force them the less fluid and life giving they become. It takes a long time to really get to know someone and that process cannot be hurried. I hope that the more I grow and learn about myself and humanness, the more I can give and receive friendship. I know I really cherish these relationships.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Good things--March 8
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Good Things-- March 7
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Goodbye Maggie

She was a fun dog for us. She loved to run and play soccer and when she was a puppy she would get up on the dishwasher to lick the dishes. She liked to lay by the fire and on top of the couch. She was a very particular pup and would often say no to treats or take them and "bury" them somewhere around the house.
It is hard to say goodbye to something you cared for even if it is not often present in your life.
Pray for my momma, she is sad...
Good things--March 6
My mom is awesome! Today was a dreary and cold day, a reminder that winter and spring are fighting with each other. Today winter won. Bob and I wanted to go on a walk but it was so cold outside that we settled for walking to the mailbox, which granted is like walking around the block--our mailbox is not right in front of our apartment, mind you. When I got to the mailbox I had this little gift waiting for me. I love kid's picture books and my mom has taken up to buying them for me every now and then which I very much appreciate. I knew I would love this book simply for its title if nothing else. It is so very cute and made me smile. This was DEFINITELY the highlight of my day. Thanks mom, love ya!
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Good Things--March 5
Good things--March 4
Good things--March 3
Good things--March 2
Good things--March 1
Good Things
I am learning more and more that making it through life is all about perspective. Often, my tendency is to have a negative attitude or to focus on the difficulties, the things going wrong. I don't even mean to do this, but it is definitely a character flaw. My spiritual director really encouraged me to start journaling about good things I saw God doing in each day. I have really begun to hold on to good things and notice them rather than the struggles happening throughout the day. I have been thankful to see all the ways that God has met me through nature, people, and quiet moments. Because it has been healing to journal about these things, I thought I would take it a step further for the month of March and document some good things through pictures. My goal is to take a picture each day of a highlight or some moment of joy I experienced and post them on the blog as frequently as possible. So here we go...
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