Month: November 2024

And I am declaring that today is National Pie Day… at least in my family. You and yours are totally invited!!!

Granny Elizabeth made fabulous pie crust. Gramma Elsie was so dedicated that she rode through the cornfields on the back of my uncle’s motorcycle, an apple pie in each hand, lest the Wednesday night dinner folks be deprived of pie when the farm truck broke down.

The menu for this year includes apple, pecan, pumpkin, and key lime… really! Fortunately, we have many hands! (And no motorcycles!)

The grand-dog, Emmi, seems content with a basket of stuffed toys and frozen things to be gnawed on!

I did take a bit of time, earlier, to hang in Zoom land with my friend – sister – teacher, Shiloh Sophia McCloud, for a bit of reflecting that used to feel outside my tradition.

Yep! Mother Mary Oracle Cards! (The Pilgrims and the folks who, as we say in the South, raised me right will get over it!) It’s actually another way of thinking about Filters! and you know how big a deal that is around here!

You’re probably busy so I won’t line it all out, though it was great! Let’s just say lots of questions were involved and you know how I love that!

I will share my biggest inner take-away…

I release feeling the fear and I am open to something new!

You, I suspect, get how big an affirmation that might feel like in the context of this moment! (See, it really is a Filters! thing!!!) The best word I know for what I’m feeling is #QUICKENING!!! (Stay tuned!)

For now, though… pie! Just think of the days before super-markets! Days when food needed to be gathered and preserved, lest loved ones be hungry before there was more. What a perfect job for pie! And a way to value and include people with special favorites!

It’s also a fabulous way to get everybody involved in creation! Too young for stoves? Toss apple slices with cinnamon & sugar. Crimp the edges of the crust. You hear me… ways for our Littles to really contribute!

And, when they get a bit older, as ours seem to be doing rapidly, ways for them to express themselves!

Somewhere in time, I suspect the ancestors are smiling, even though there are some things we’re sharing that aren’t the way we’ve always done it!

Sending much love and hope to you and yours! And, the possibility of something new, in just the way you’d welcome!

ps… curious? There may be some new openings for #Quickening after the holiday! I’ll gladly keep you posted!

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You know how it goes… checking recipes, probably some laundry, several verses of the way we’ve always done it…

Not to mention a knee cap feeling way more mobile than one might hope. And lists of things that don’t take time off for the holiday we, in the USA, think of as Thanksgiving. Or, what some of my friends are referring to as Day of Gratitude!

I’ll admit that there seem to be more challenges this year than my Mayflower ancestors probably imagined. It’s a context thing. And, at least for me, The National Dog Show – as much fun as that is – isn’t going to filter out all the chaos coming at us.

All of which brings me to one of my favorite filters… STRATEGIES!

The face you see, above, is one of my strategies! She’s known as The #Muse and, if you squint a bit, you’ll see some white marks near her eyes and beside her nose. Those are three different words having to do with seeing, in Greek.

Under her left eye – to your right – is Blepo… the first word I actually understood in Greek School. It means I see and I recognized it from the names of things I helped eye surgeons to do.

Above her right eye is Horao, which means to see with the mind… to perceive or know.

The one along her nose is Ginosko or – as you’ve no doubt guessed – gnosis… which has more to do with experiential knowledge or sensory perception… to learn to know!!!

All of which boils down, for me, to remembering to see in as many ways as we are able.

And, if you’re anything like me, it may also mean being intentionally conscious about what we’re choosing to let in, in this moment.

So, while I’ll gladly set some places for the Mayflower crowd at our table, I’ll also remember – intentionally – that they weren’t the only important ones there and they, likely, weren’t the ones bringing most of the food!

And then there are more ancestors. The ones before the ones before the whole Mayflower bit. Way before! And, right now, I’m extremely thankful for my latest paint journey! Officially, she is/they are #Legend Time-Traveler.

In my heart, they are Elsie. My story Gramma, and the connection I know best to all the way-back folks. Officially, they have been christened The Time Returns.

I never dreamed, when I began this #Legend adventure, that there would be images of three beings where I meant there to be one. (Well, four beings, really. We’ll get to that in a minute!) All I know is that they represent generations of living, breathing, dreaming humans who came before me.

When I was a little girl, Elsie told me that, when I saw Cardinals in the garden, they were ancestors coming back to check on me. And, now, I tell that same story to my grands!

Which brings us to the fourth being, near the bottom. That one I put there, intentionally, out of huge hope for the ones who are here now and those who will come after us… finding knowing out of the questions we are asking now, and encouraging them to ask!

And, yes, there’s a big reason for the Red Book in their medicine basket, but we’ll get to that another day.

For this moment, I am grateful for those who came before me. For the lessons I am learning from their stories. Some tragic. Some infuriating. Some em-power-ing. All knowledge to be put to work or intentionally placed in the archives, depending on what I’m trying to accomplish.

What are you trying to accomplish???

Claiming IT is the next right thing!

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This week I’ve been having flashbacks to my graduation from nursing school, in 1982. Mostly the bright, shiny pin and the extremely impractical, awkward, uncomfortable hat!

If you asked me what I missed most about being a nurse, I’d tell you two things. Summer Camp! And, advocating for my patients which – in a several instances – led to lives being saved. And, yes. I’m utterly aware of the magnitude of that statement, especially since those particular instances sometimes included being told I didn’t get paid to think!

It would be totally reasonable to wonder what brought up nursing school in the midst of the chaos of this moment. The answer is simple. I graduated, again, and there were no extremely uncomfortable hats involved!

At some point, an official certificate will arrive in the mail. For this moment, the moose in the painting is handing out flowers and congratulations, for I am now, officially, an Intentional Creativity® Cura, which means care, concern, or attention. Or, healing. Specifically, it means that there is another huge notion of medicine painting in my basket!

I think that’s probably why the moose appeared, magically, along the way. Not by intentional placement, but by noticing, which is one of my favorite medicines.

Curious? Let’s look up moose spirit animal…

Here’s what I found… strength, resilience, and adaptability. It is often associated with wisdom, nobility, and the ability to navigate through life’s challenges with grace.

I’ll totally grant you that those words feel extremely optimistic at this moment in time. Also, really helpful!!! In fact, I might go as far as saying that the moose may have begun to appear, all those months ago, to help us be ready for these days! And, just between us, I’m pretty psyched!

You see… there’s more school on my list! (The sound you hear is the Legendary Husband laughing himself silly in utter lack of surprise!)

This adventure, though, has a bit of a way-back machine thing going for it. You see, just after 9/11, I spent a year at Pacifica Graduate Institute. Well, literally, I spent much of it getting back & forth from here to there and trying to learn to live in a dorm again. I also encountered Carl Jung!

Just between us, I don’t think I had adequate filters for that particular Red Book in those days. And I’ve learned a whole lot, since then, about another Red Book. Much to my amazement – they have some connections!

I’m beginning to have a sense, though, of why Red Books have been “following me around” as my filters open to new truths. And relatives!

For this moment, though, I’m counting, with all my heart, on the symbol in the top right of the Moose’s world… It means:

As above, so below…

That, however, is a story for another day. For this moment, homemade soup and some rest for my hand. There’s more painting to do!

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Yep… dreaming! The kind that feels a lot like scrap quilting!

First, a word… Comfort.

Then, a few more words… Comfort. Comfort my people.

Then, a bit of kinesthetic input. Pee! Thus, a quick trip down the hall, and a climb back into bed, for my dream wanted to be sure I’d remember.

I felt a bit like Nancy Drew, with a mystery. One of my favorite tricks for capturing dream messages is finger-spelling.

When I was in fourth grade, we lived near Chicago and a neighbor, whose dad taught hearing impaired students, taught me the alphabet in American Sign Language. Through the years, I learned some words as well… most of them of either the pre-school or 4-letter sort. For dreaming, though, it’s finger-spelling. Like Comfort.

A bit later – about half way through my first cup of tea – I went hunting the Hebrew. As I guessed, there are several variations. The one that was looking for me is pronounced nakham. And it means comfort that comes out of sorrow!

And that led me to Joan Baez, singing Where Have All the Flowers Gone?

I know. This all sounds a bit strange. It’s just the way things work for me, especially when Grandmother Moon is in charge of the dreaming.

By the time I finished my second cup of tea, my #Legend work-in-progress painting joined the party, insisting that we add a blue moon to the canvas. More research was in order!

Turns out that blue moons are rare – as in once in a blue moon – and can symbolize transformation and growth. Also a time for renewed opportunities and second chances!!!

And, yes… this is still more stuff we didn’t cover in nursing school or seminary! I like learning new things!

Apparently, my #Legend painting does, too! At the very least, we’re claiming new questions, like:

What meaning might we make from such a dream at such a time???

Here’s my best understanding, after wandering with some wise women and doing more thinking with paint…

Almost all of us could use some comfort in this moment. Even those of us who haven’t realized it yet!

In order for it to be real, more of that comfort is going to need to bloom out of the place where sorrow and determination join to create newness, than out of hiding or bingeing on shortbread cookies.

One power-full way to start is by acknowledging and releasing what we’re really feeling. Paint… Poetry…. Screaming in the shower… Crying on the beach…

Then, hang words on one step forward. Nap. Hug. Contribution. Conversation about options.

Then, when you’re ready… questions. Could you? Would you? When?

By this point, we’re already wiser and, quite probably, less stuck! And, quite possibly, ready for a nap! (Yep! Projection!!!)

One more big thing… according to hebrewwordlessons.com, the words comfort and rest come from the same root! And, as one student of the sacred stories – St. Hildegard of Bingen – explained it:

God hugs you. You are encircled by the arms of the mystery of God.

Which isn’t a bad place to start if we’re dreaming of comfort, no matter our languages or traditions!

Courage seems like a decent next step, so… here she is! My nowhere near finished teacher named #Legend…

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In the midst of all the lunacy gone wild, and the wall-to-wall paintings headed for Scan Camp, and the very opinionated #Legend on my easel, I got a text message from one of my very favorite people, looking forward to baking together. Soon! And I was inspired to share the fun!

Somewhere in the great beyond, I’m convinced that my mom and granny, who grew up in Minnesota, have realized by now that pumpkin pie happened at Thanksgiving because pumpkins happened then, and that’s what there was… not because it’s one of those non-canonical commandments on the way we’ve always done it!

As it happens, there’s another option that we love even better and I wanted to share! My bit, if you will, of light shining in the darkness! Here goes…

Authentic Key Lime Pie (with a Gluten-Free Variation***) MAKES: One 9 inch pie, about 8 servings

This is the real deal – yellow colored – Key Lime Pie. Better yet, with the Oatmeal Pie Crust shell variation, it’s gluten-free! And everybody loves it! This is the recipe right off the Nellie & Joe’s bottle of Key Lime juice. You can order it from Amazon or try Whole Foods or Publix depending on where you are. Did you know that the pie has sweetened condensed milk in it because the recipe was developed before Key West had dependable milk delivery or refrigeration? Really!

Equipment Note: You can use a food processor, hand or stand mixer to do this, but a wire whisk will do. A mixing advantage is handy if you opt for homemade whipped cream. I often use an Eco-foil disposable pie tin with the domed plastic top when I make this. 

Arrange oven racks so pie will bake in center of oven. Preheat oven to 350 F. 

In a suitable mixing bowl, combine and mix well:

            One 14 oz. can sweetened condensed milk

            3 good egg yolks. (Reserve whites for another use.)

Add and blend until smooth:

                        ½ c. Nellie & Joe’s Key West Lime Juice

Pour filling into:

                        One 9 inch prepared Graham Cracker pie shell***

Bake for 15 min. Remove from oven and place on rack. Allow to sit 10 min. before refrigerating.

Chill several hours or overnight.

Optional: Add to mixing bowl, preferably metal:

                      1 pint organic, heavy whipping cream

                        1 Tbsp. 10x powdered sugar, if desired. 

Whip cream rapidly by hand or with mixer, until soft peaks form.

If not using immediately, cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate. 

Just before serving, top pie with whipped cream. 

***Fabulous Gluten-free Oatmeal Pie Crust with Vegan Variation

Equipment Note: A food processor or Vitamix-type blender is used for this crust recipe.

I found this magical crust option on an old, yellowed index card, in my mom’s handwriting, when I went through her recipes. I don’t remember her ever making it. What a gift for Bill & Taylor who avoid gluten! See how many ways you can find to use this like you would use a graham cracker crust, but better!

Into the bowl of your food processor or carafe of your blender, place:

            1 c. gluten-free rolled oats

            ½ c. brown sugar

            ½ c. flaked or shredded coconut

Pulse until ingredients resemble a fairly fine meal. Add:

            1/3 c. melted butter 

Continue to pulse until all ingredients are evenly mixed.

Press into bottom and sides of a 9 inch pie plate.  Cover with plastic wrap or lid to pan. Chill.

Vegan Variation – Replace butter with 1/3 c. melted coconut oil

From all of us – including my #Legend painting – to all of you… Fiercely Compassionate [Rebel] Blessings…

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Big truth time… I’m not ready for new words, today. I need safe, familiar, comforting words. And that means reaching for Puddleglum. First, though, the calendar… for I have a bit of editing to do!

With my Red Thread around my wrist and my collection of brave saints’ medals around my neck, I am declaring that All Saints Day, which many of us just observed on November 1, is no longer just one day. Instead, it is every day we need it to be!!!

As you’ve probably heard me say, Walter Brueggemann explains it this way:

The Saints are all those who believe for us on days when we can’t quite believe for ourselves.

I’m guessing you hear me!

Which brings us to one of my personal Saints… a guy named Puddleglum, who graciously agreed to an encore visit in this moment!

For the for the uninitiated, Puddleglum is a Marsh Wiggle, who, with the Prince and some children, is being held by the Witch, who is busy explaining why their journey to Narnia is juvenile and futile. Puddleglum isn’t having it. Let’s listen in…

“One word, Ma’am,” he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. “One word. All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said. But there’s one thing more to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things — trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We’re just babies making up a game, if you’re right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That’s why I’m going to stand by the play world. I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemen and the young lady are ready, we’re leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that’s small loss if the world’s as dull a place as you say.”

C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair, The Chronicles of Narnia

Now, I’ve loved this story for ages, and – today – I’m clinging, again, to the time when I realized that part of the power of Puddleglum is MOTION, even though anybody with half an ounce of sense knows it’s scary!

Specifically, that MOTION from past self to present self to longed-for future self. Even on days when it feels like Overland is a long way off and we don’t all agree on what Overland is actually like!

I’m starting at my easel, where my current #Legend painting is beginning to appear… hand (and power!) raised. #MedicineBasket open to new learning!

ps… may we all believe for each other – and our Littles – even just a wee bit, on the days when believing is hardest.

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