The saloon doors met in the middle several times before slowing to a close. Deke extinguished exterior lights before leaving for home. His fluffy robe and slippers waited just where he had left them. The Dude Ranch had closed for another season.
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Sometimes you just want breakfast for dinner
6 CommentsI have said this before and I’m sure I’ll say it many times again before they pry my cold, dead fingers from my laptop – I love to cook. I find great pleasure in mixing flavors and trying new things (sans recipe – my dad would be proud). Some of those things work and some don’t. And since I referred to my dad, I will tell you that although he was a fabulous “do it yourself” cook, some recipes just didn’t have the desired effect once on the plate. For those of you who have ever entertained the idea of scrambled eggs made with eggnog – Don’t Do It!!
I have worked in many restaurants from breakfast diners to fine dining restaurants and I had the foresight to pay attention to how each Chef took the time with their presentation. From swirls of Balsamic Reduction to the height they could achieve on a plate, every little nuance, every detail on that plate, made that dish even more special by enhancing the flavor. It was food for the eyes as well as the palette. The term “Amuse Bouche” delighted me. When a single, delectable morsel became the new trend at the beginning of a meal, I was taken with its modesty in size but explosion of flavor.
I do my best to amuse my bouche every time I create my feasts, whether it is for company or simply for myself. But sometimes, on those rare nights you just want to curl up under a blanket with an intriguing book, there is nothing better than a good breakfast for dinner. Those recognizable morning food items are the epitome of comfort food. Sizzling homemade pork sausage patties and the perfect fried egg were the perfect end to my day, especially since the eggs were nestled in a bed of potato pancakes. Simple, delicious and just what the bookworm in me required for the perfect night. My bouche is amused and it is time to find out who Darwin really is!!
Under a winter sky
3 CommentsDusk descends. The deep blue of the night sky edges its way into darkness and evening begins to fall. Stars mottle the nightscape and any heat the earth consumed during the day is slowly released back into that vast open space. The long spindly finger of Old Man Winter begins to caress the world and the cold enters everything it touches. Trees snap and groan in their defiance of the stinging night air and animals have long since retired to the protection of their dens.
The smallest portion of exposed skin is ambushed by the cold and is threatened by the gnawing jaws of frost bite. It hurts to breathe but the beauty of a cold winter night is unparalleled. The sky seems anxious to introduce every star in the milky way without the intrusion of clouds and the silence is deafening.
This is my winter. These are the nights that I am drawn into the cold for the sole purpose of watching the stars put the sun to bed for another night. I tilt my head back to take in the constellations and wait for a shooting star. This is life in my Northern town. This is the pastel portrait that saturates my brain before I go to sleep.
I just wanna know
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If my hand brushed up against yours,
would your fingers curl around mine,
would you reach for my touch
as easily as I long for yours,
and let your thumb
gently caress my skin?
If I kissed you,
would our lips slightly touch
before you turned away,
or would your face lean into mine,
absorbing every ounce of the passion
I want to share with that kiss?
If I said I love you,
would you immediately build a wall
to keep me at a distance,
or would you pull me close
happy to share my emotion
because you feel it too?
If I fell into you,
would your arms catch me,
would my body be met by the warmth of your flesh,
or would I awake, once again, from my dream
wondering if you really exist.
I just wanna know.
Be careful what you wish for
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For centuries I sat, those asinine faces staring back at me. My position, immovable.
With every ounce of my strength I wished for a different view.
The smoke finally cleared and my wish had been granted.
I realized my view would change. I hadn’t presumed I would not have moved an inch.
It’s not always just black and white
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It is a monochromatic day,
and in its stillness
beauty speaks loudly.
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Excuse me while I expose myself
5 CommentsThe title of this post conjures up several images. Some of those images are quite flattering and sexy and others are the images that I wish I could wipe from my memory. Spoiler alert – this post has nothing to do with anything remotely related to nudity, apart from the flagrant display of flashing in the image below. (sorry)
When we are authentically naked, when we truly bare ourselves, we are baring our souls, not our bodies. We let others into our hearts, our minds and our dreams. All of the hypocrisy is stripped away and we are left naked with no false fronts to hide behind. We bare ourselves here on our blog sites, with our words, and we run naked through the blogosphere. We put more honesty and integrity into our words because, here, we feel comfortable in our skin. Here, we feel like we are representing our true selves. Here, we feel a kinship with like-minds and we feel a comfort level that truly allows us to just be who we are, stripped of any preconceived notions.
Our thoughts and prose give us permission to expose ourselves. The only shroud we hide behind is the blanket of our truth and our musings. We leave the most important part of ourselves open for all to read and, in that part, we find the inner strength to continue our journey. Our inhibitions are no longer stifling us from exposing our innermost thoughts and feelings. We feel accepted in our natural state.
We do ourselves a grave injustice and we add nothing to this world if we cloak ourselves in any cloth that hides who we truly are. To be completely ourselves, to be truly naked, we need to trust in the path we follow. We need to believe that the people who are near and dear to us know the true essence of what we represent, and we need to feel that the people meeting us here for the first time understand the inner workings of our brains.
Be honest in your writing, let it reflect who you are, and don’t deny your readers the opportunity to see you as you truly want to be seen. Let them into your mind. Let them see you naked.
Every time a bell rings
10 CommentsWith all of the negativity that has been thrown haphazardly around the myriad of social media, the timing of our 3rd Annual Toy Drive at the lodge couldn’t have come at a better time for me.
For anyone who has ever done anything nice for someone, you know what an astounding feeling of satisfaction you get knowing that you made a difference or at least made someone smile. Random acts of kindness, whether large or small, create a ripple effect that we need to send back into this world.
I’ve written before about “paying it forward”. It is a concept I truly believe in and one this Earth could really use right now. You may think that buying someone in the line behind you at the drive-thru a simple cup of coffee may seem like nothing, but that person may turn around and donate $50.00 to a charity that may help a family have a real turkey dinner at Christmas. For each kind wave sent into this world, the ripple of that kindness swells into bigger rings on the pond of our life.
I took our first few monetary donations into a local shop and bought the first toys for our Toy Drive today. It made me feel happy and it made me feel hopeful. That spirit of giving still exists within each one of us. Whether it is a donation for a charity or merely a kind word to someone who could use a smile, kindness begets kindness.
It is easy to lose sight of the simple niceties with all the fear and anger being broadcast on every news station around the world. It is understandable that our anxiety and apprehension are clouding our vision and not allowing us to remember the kindness we have been raised to feel and to share. I am thankful that I have been made aware that tolerance and humanity still exist and I am extremely grateful that I continue to comfortably tread water in the sea of optimism.
I am reminded of the line from ‘It’s A Wonderful Life” ~ every time a bell rings, an Angel gets its wings. Perhaps we can bring that thought process down from such an ethereal level and just hope that every time a kind act is performed, a small piece of hatred dies.
Got Milk?
10 CommentsFor the greater part of my life I have lived in a small town. I branched out into the bustling metropolis for a few years to attend college but the pull of our tight-knit community was too strong to ignore and I came home. Much to the chagrin of my city dwelling friends, I have never regretted that decision.
There is something comforting about seeing the same people on a day-to-day basis. It may feel a little too close for comfort at times when they know more about your life than you do but it has become the safety blanket of my existence. The community that began as a collection of strangers rapidly transformed into an extended family and I take solace in the fact that I could knock on any door and receive the same warm welcome from any one of them.
The milk of human kindness flows more freely in a small town – at least that has been my experience. And in the summer of 2013 that lesson was inked into my skin in colors more vivid than any tattoo. My mother had a slight episode while on her scooter as she was making her way home from her shopping excursion. Her dog had broken free from her collar and, in the chaos that ensued, my mother had toppled from her scooter and lay on her back on the pavement. As fate would have it I was driving through town just as the mishap occurred and I was able to pull over and help.
In the time it took for me to pull over, a handful of people were already either assisting my mother or madly looking for the frenzied dog that was dodging parked cars and moving vehicles. It was controlled chaos but in the end my mom was fine and the dog was recovered without incident.
There is an overwhelmingly consolatory feeling knowing that if I had not been there my mother would have been just as vigilantly attended to and things would have still ended well. Knowing that the milk of human kindness flows freely through the veins of my community makes me glad that I made the decision to carve my life into the growing trunk of the tree in this rural atmosphere.
There may be moments of my life that I will look back on with regret but choosing to live my life in this town and the community of people I share it with is not one of them.
My only wish, especially now, is that the kindness we experience here could be broadcast on a much grander level. Whatever happens in this world, we must not let the anger and hatred of the few be able to quell the kindness that resides in the many. Fight hate with love and keep your hearts open. The more we hate, the more they win.
Party on Weight! Party on Girth!
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I am not skinny. I have never touted the pretense that I ever was skinny and by no means do I think I ever will be skinny. I am not built that way and, after my many trips around the sun on this planet, I have come to accept that and be okay with it. It’s who I am and I happily embrace who I am. I have many other attributes I am proud of without having to slip into size zero pants. And I am hoping I will remain this secure when the newest clothing lines are introduced and size “minus-ten” becomes the newest “in thing”.
But that is not saying that I have not made valiant attempts to become healthier by decreasing the caloric sums that enter my digestive system. I am not a victim of fad diets. I merely try to cook and eat whole, natural foods that consist of ingredients I can pronounce. Chicken is a very easy item to cook with because it contains, well, chicken. I try to avoid fast-food at all costs and hope the only processed foods I eat are ones I have processed myself so I can easily articulate the components of the nutrition that I am consuming.
In the process of communicating with my fat cells, the message was clearly not concise enough for them to understand – when I lose you, I don’t want you to come back and bring your friends! “Weight” and “Girth” have been partying like rock stars in the Aurora, Illinois basement of my viscera and it’s time to pull the plug on the amp and shut this party down.
When I sat down and had a chat with those fat cells and told them the plan, I could swear I heard Mike Myers voices saying, “No Whey!” Yes, Mike, “Whey…..because I’ve been told it’s good for you!”
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