mist: a poem

She is out there The milky morning Strong as Peppermint tea. Wind like a sigh Upon chilled flesh. She wears the Earth Like a glove; The joy A subtle radiance in her eyes.

The essence of Woman is compromised

There was a time, not so long ago at all were you would find a woman clad in her apron, singing sweetly while she floated and fluttered around her home. Filling it with enchanting smells and decadent edible fantasies. Making every inch a home that she was proud of, a sanctuary for her beloved family and faithful friends. Some find that image both demeaning and archaic. I ask why? Isn't it a blessing to make your life one of peace and happiness? Making mundane things into moments filled with a sort of spiritual elation? I have been asked a number of times by those I have given recipes to 'why does mine not taste like yours?!' What is the "extra" I put into mine? I am obviously leaving out a huge magical secret the lack there of is ruining their culinary masterpiece. My answer.... is Love. Yes. As corny as it sounds, I said 'love'. Imagine this: The house is a disaster. The kids are running wild like spazed out unicorns. Your husband (or what have you) is lounging, feet up, cold beer in his grasp, the paraphernalia of his day scattered haphazardly where they fell and his eyes are glazed with that 'stuck in the magic box' look. All the while, you 'have to get dinner on the table.' So, armed with a scowl on your face and a dose of anger clouding your vision you stomp into the kitchen. Slamming cupboards, ingredients, pots, pans, plates and silverware with the vengence of a woman scorned. As you mix up my recipe you add some ingredients of your own. A pinch of jealousy, a 1/3 cup of animosity, a splash of spite and a 1/2 cup of depression. Into the oven it goes with a flourish and slam! The bell tolls....: It looks as good as mine. Smells absolutly divine. You place a forkfull into your waiting, eager lips and somthing is not quite right. There is a flatness to it. Perhsps a bitter after taste. Why did you waste your time? Next time you have to get dinner ready, do not waste your time and energy feeding your family just a nutritional meal. Instead, make one that can also fuel a heart and enliven the soul. Bringing smiles out of sorrows and being capable of erasing the effects of the day is one of the powers of being a proper woman. Leave the bitter resentment at the door and pour a large helping of love and happiness into it instead. The difference is absolutly MAGICAL!

Thank you's and Thoughts

       During this crazy time we spend here on Earth we tend to make connections to many different people.  Those I have met and let into my life have been quite a varied group of eccentrics scattered with dousche bags and morons.  Some have been worth every second invested in them and our mutual bond.  Filling each others life with a light or tranquility with just the sheer presence of that individual on a day to day basis. There are people who elicit joy.  Those who inspire. There are people who make you want to strive to better yourself, because in them you see parts of the person you want to be. They help you change your consciousness and your view of yourself.  These are the good/ positive people that you should hold onto. They are the ones, whom even in your darkest hour, will see the light inside your soul and be able to see that soul in your eyes past the pain. Through thick and thin they will be there holding a banner and cheering you on.  Even if at times they merely watch as you transform piece by piece into the person you knew was waiting inside.
      There is no way to show the amount of proper gratitude towards these people.  What they do for you, your soul and your life is immeasurable.  All one can really do is share the same enthusiasm about them.  Be their support, their light..... the cheerleader in their life.
     All of those people who have abandoned you in your greatest times of need, when the pure inky darkness was so thick your could not even breathe through it..... they are not needed in your life.  You didn't matter enough for them to waste their time on, you should not waste your time on them.  I also believe that when a friendship ends, no matter how difficult the letting go is, it is never appropriate to speak negatively about the 'lost person' in the future.  Once you are out of someones life, it changes.  Sometime directly because of the loss but usually due to time and growth.  So the person you are sending negative energy to isn't even the same person you knew.  So please be careful with your words and with your thoughts.  They mold the world around you and can cause a ripple effect.  And it all comes back to you.

      

My Moms (food) Legacy

       The other day I heard a rapping upon my chamber door.  To my surprise, when I opened it there was no person standing there..... yet a brown cardboard box rested silently at my feet. Picking it up I was astonished by the weight of such a small box. Being curious I checked the return address label. It was from my sister.  I suddenly remembered the conversation about the box of King Arthur books that were on their way to my humble abode. So I open the box and lovingly caressed each wonderful book as I withdrew them one by one.
       As I reached the bottom of the box I spotted a very tattered three-ringed binder adorned with kitty stickers and one that read "I love Washington".  Not exactly sure what I was seeing, I pulled it slowly out of the box to avoid the papers slipping out of the folder that seemed to have a tenuous grip on. I opened the binders cover and tears filled my eyes and I sank to the couch.
       I held in my hands my mothers recipe book.  Filled to bursting with recipes dating back to 1967; many of them written in her distinguishably beautiful handwriting.  She even left a written commentary on the quality of the food prepared from many of them and conversions to make larger quantities or if they were good frozen or not.
       Being an absolute lover of cooking and splendid tasting food I could not imagine a better legacy to hand down to your children.  I had been working on a recipe book to give to each of my three girls and now I get to share with them their Grandmother's secrets as well.
       Jessie (my sister), I can't thank you enough for sending the precious book of secrets to me. And Mom, thank you so very much for all of the things I have ever learned from you. And because of your dedication to cooking, all of the things I am still able to learn and to connect with you even while you are in Heaven.

                                                 " Life is too short to eat crappy food!"

Who Are You?

       I wonder who it is that takes time out of their day to read and browse what it is that I come up with to say when the mood strikes on my blog.   I know that there is a decent number of people who appear to be somewhat interested in my aimless meanderings based upon my 'blog stats'.  It causes me to question though the true purpose of the said individuals......
       I am aware that I have quite the following of haters.  Both personally and professionally. Amazingly there are quite a few I have never even had the pleasure to meet.   Perhaps if they were ever to grace me with their presence they would succumb to my charming and witty personality.  Realizing to their astonishment that I am an extremely humble and kind person with a wonderful sense of humor and their jealousy was completely warranted.  If they had attempted to befriend me instead, they would have found out what a blast life with me in it truly is.
       So, I wonder..... are my "fans" primarily made up of the misguided haters who have nothing better to do than read a paragraph of random thoughts that pour from my brain, through spell check and are directly deposited upon this blank page?  Or, are the nameless readers some of the sad and dejected men whom have made the unfortunate and life demeaning mistake of breaking my heart and this little page filled with these tiny black words are the only thing they are able to cling to for them to have even a moment in my life?
       Perhaps it is not any of those options. Perhaps those who enjoy reading a peace of my mynd are a rare and refined class of people who seek to find a human who possesses the shinning qualities of intelligence, humor, compassion, creativity and a soul that is still able to breathe.  If you are reading this I am speaking of you in one (if not all) of the categories for mentioned. And just for research sake I ask of you all..... please leave me a note a text an email a comment even a smoke signal sent in my general direction or an owl or homing pigeon (tagged with the number 42 to differentiate between all of the other messengers flying about) and just let me know why...... Why do you let me have five minutes of your life?
       Anonymous submissions are acceptable...... my information is as follows:
Danielle Muir @ danilee6679@yahoo.com
                            208-404-0689 or find me on Face Book!
                                                                                                    Thank You and Have a Magical Day