Wednesday, October 12, 2011

A soft rain...



That's what I woke up to this morning.  A soaking gentle rain that is giving my yard and plants a much needed drink. I'm thinking of taking my camera outside and shooting some damp shots. lol

  Something in me has a really strong connection to the poetry of Hafiz and Rumi. It's something old and mysterious, this connection, and makes me wonder about possible incarnations. The simple joy of the Divine Love reaches out to me through them both. I need that. Every single day.

  I've been making soups all week, trying out and tweaking new recipes. It's been great fun. Yesterday I made hamburger buns too. I finally made the Indian Cabbage Soup and it is NOT for the faint of heart and palate.  The first three ingredients are 2 onions, 4 cloves of garlic and a pound of cabbage. YIKES. I liked it, but wouldn't want more than one bowl of it, ever. And that's the bottom line for me...am I going to like it enough to be able to eat the majority of it soon enough?  So...today I am thinking about something as innocuous as a cream of potato soup, perhaps as anathema to the onions, garlic and cabbage. lol I do have some lovely Yukon Gold potatoes on the counter, beckoning...

   Just made myself a nice bowl of oatmeal...with added pecans and raisins and dried cranberries. Yum. My stomach was growling.  I worked late last night and didn't have any supper. So I stopped on my way home and got a soft taco (bad choice) and ate it in the car.  This morning I had 2 cups of coffee and suddenly, it was time to eat! lol

  Rambling about the house...sounds like the rain may have stopped. I am going out to check on my chickens in a minute...they are moulting something fierce and not laying well at all.  OR something is stealing eggs. Last night after I went around picking up the dog and cat food bowls that sit outside (we are having a visiting raccoon that is eating the food), I stepped out into the mudroom to make sure that door was closed, and I ran straight into a giant Rocky Raccoon trying to get the lid off the dog food container. He had gotten a box of suet blocks down from the shelf and torn into one of those too.  I screeched and he screeched and he went one way and I went the other.  I guess we're going to have to get a trap and catch and release him out by the reservoir or somewhere. He is HUGE. (probably all that cat and dog food he's eating).


  I don't seem to have much energy or motivation today. Thank goodness I'm off tomorrow, and have breakfast plans with a friend. I may try to go see my new great nephew in the afternoon. It's over an hour drive, but I haven't seen him yet and he's changing  every day. He's becoming...lol


   Already thinking about taking a nap. Must be all these negative ions. Couple of phone calls this morning, couple of  small errands and then I'm off to MissB's, where the world changes every minute and there is no memory of  of anything except childhood and the immediate present.  Probably we could all take a lesson from that.  My son thinks that Altzheimers may be a portal back to our beginnings. hmmm...perhaps it is, in the early and middle stages.

  Life is good.


Namaste.

10 comments:

the wild magnolia said...

Wonder ramble from your world, interesting, and fun to read.

Yum-Yum cream of potato soup.

Blessings.

Teresa Evangeline said...

I so enjoyed reading this. I, to, feel a deep affinity for Rumi and Hafiz, but particularly Hafiz. I love that poem you've posted by him. It's one of my favorites. And, I have wondered the same thing about this connection, this draw I feel towards him. It's led to interesting circumstances.... Yes, divine Love.

Your soups sound delicious. I'm planning to get my crock pot up and running soon. The days are getting cooler and soup is such a feel good food. That, and mashed potatoes.

And, I had oatmeal with a banana for breakfast.

Enjoy your day! Ha! Like you need to be told. :)

DJan said...

Yes, those negative ions help to calm me down, too. I do hope you get that nap, you deserve it! :-)

Rita said...

I haven't read either of them--only gotten snippets. I think I should at least try to see what google can find for me because I loved this and the couple of short pieces I've read.
I'd pass on the heavy onion and garlic soup, but the potato soup sounds scrumptious!
Your raccoon encounter--how would you find a live trap big enough for that one! I hope you can.
Hope the hens are okay and there's no egg thief about. That wouldn't be good!
My grandmother lived so long (104) that she only had the present moment...like a newborn who could still talk but never knew what was going on from minute to minute, moment to moment. I don't want to live that long. But if I do, I won't know it. ROFL! ;)
Hope you got a nap! :)

Kristin H. said...

Your cabbage, onion, garlic concoction may very well have wiped out any chance of a cold or flu for you this season. You got your seasonal dose of all the good stuff.

I love Rumi.

I love your blog.

Cloudia said...

lovely!



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Beth said...

The soft rain continues too here in Central Illinois. We are way short on rain so it is welcome!

Thanks for your kind thoughts. I appreciate them so much!

Murr Brewster said...

Soup and rain are the stuff of a good life. Also, naps.

Murr Brewster said...

Oh, and beer.

LindaM said...

My color theory teacher (in art school) was also an art therapist. I was working with an Alzheimer patient at the time of taking that class. She told me that Alzheimers was a search for a new identity. Your son sounds very wise.