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Pumpkin Spice Cookies~The Love of Books

/ Lee Reynolds

The last month has been busy around the homestead, or rather off the homestead. The little girls had their watching week at ballet.

And then there was their first foray on the ice with skating lessons twice a week and I mean literally, on the ice, as that is where they spent the first few lessons. Then I started taking them out in between lessons and even joined them on ice during lesson time and they are now starting to glide. Little children learn so fast!

Yesterday was their last skating lesson before the holidays begin and they have really come a long way. Sorry, no pictures of how that looks as I was on the ice with them.

Victoria on ice…Kate up for a moment…first skating lesson

Will also started introductory hockey lessons which went really well from all accounts. David was taking him to those lessons, as they conflicted with the girl’s skating. I did see him briefly for one lesson and he was skating really well and had a good handle of the game….even got a few goals. In the new year I have all the little kids booked for figure skating lessons.

Harrison started basketball really late in the season, as they didn’t have a coach. Finally, one brave parent, who knows something about basketball, stepped forward and they now have had two games, of which they have been soundly beaten. No pictures of those moments either….too depressing, however after each game, I always remind Harrison that we learn far more from our failures than our successes. And in that light, is losing really a failure? (he says, yes!…hmmmm)

Grace was busy with her music theory, piano and her voice lessons. On her birthday weekend she had her voice recital and her choir concert. Then a few hours later was climbing the walls with her friends, celebrating her 13th birthday.  Happy Birthday my early Holiday baby. (She was due to be born on the 18th…can you imagine….I would have had her on the 18th, Harrison’s birthday on the 19th and Clark’s on the 20th…I’m glad she decided to come early in December)

Grace at home before leaving for the voice recital

 

Grace at our local climbing gym, celebrating her 13th birthday with friends…over the next few years, I hope I don’t feel like climbing the walls raising another teenage daughter

Then there were all those Christmas parties to attend, Will’s gingerbread house making party at school of which I didn’t get a picture, as I was up to my wrists in icing, as he was pasting the candies on the house. Then there was the little girl’s party at Kindermusik.

My sugar cookies and gingerbread…our offering for our Kindermusik class
The little girls at home before the first party….which at the last minute got cancelled and I had to bake another batch of cookies the next week…because you know…the first batch didn’t last long in our house

 

The girls in the loft at the music school with their teacher Jennifer

 

Jennifer, their teacher always goes all out…these are the cute snow people they made during Kindermusik class…sticky sock snow people is what the girls call them
One day the girls just wanted to dress up at home…..no reason…just because and I thought I would snap a few pictures….they are growing up too fast but boy is Christmas magically this year as they are always whispering about what Santa might bring them…..we have talked a lot about the spirit of giving this year…and sharing with others.
Grace and Will off to school holding the Christmas shoe boxes they will donate via Sarmitan’s Purse….they enjoyed collecting things for children less fortunate this holiday season

In the rare moments when we were home, I was madly throwing laundry into machines, loading or unloading the dishwasher, putting together whatever meal was needed and trying to decorate our house for the holidays. I did take a few moments to do some crafts with the little girls and set up their favourite activity of all. Playing tea party.

 

This is the sweetest Beatrix Potter tea set that Grace was given years ago

 

I think Victoria is all about the cookies
And Kathryn likes the Christmas mint tea I brew for them

Then yesterday my sweet son, Harrison Drew turned 17 years old. Watch out drivers in Vernon because he is now able to get his classified “N” driver’s license. Happy Birthday Harrison!

Here is David out barbequing burgers on our little camping grill as we had run out of propane on our large barbeque
After a dinner of burgers, fries, salad, (this is my kid that likes meat) Harrison is ready to blow out his candles…..”mom do we have to take so many pictures?” Me….yes!

So after a flurry of activities in the past month, I’m finally able to slow down a bit. Whew. It’s Sunday morning and all is quiet, well sort of. Not really. In a house with 6 children still residing, 3 of whom are still young, is it ever quiet? But it’s peaceful enough for me to write a few lines in my blog before the day gets going. Also, when I padded into the kitchen to get my morning cup of water and lemon, I noticed out the kitchen window that it’s snowing. REALLY snowing. Wait, I’ll go and capture a picture….okay, so it has slowed down a bit but this is how our view has changed:

 

This only a few weeks ago….

 

And now this today…Dec 20th 2015. You can’t really tell but it’s lightly snowing in the picture…when I was up earlier it was really dumping…I like to share these pictures for those blog viewers who live in warmer climates….snow is really magical!

Although I love to curl up with a good book any time of the year, there is something special about hibernating inside on a snowy day, brewing a  cup of spicy tea, sitting in our big, comfy chair in the corner of our living room  and opening up a book, savouring each word written within. If you are like me, or are looking for a last minute Christmas gift for a book lover, check out the following books. This is my year end list of favourite books.

Here they are: Some classics that I may have written about before but if you are interested in growing your own food and becoming sustainable these are entertaining reads.

“The Dirty Life” by Kristin Kimball….which I found to be a sweet love story

And then there is “Farm City” by Novella Carpenter….which is a delightfully funny and entertaining story of a gutsy woman, farming in the roughest neighbourhood in Oakland, California…(hey my mom was born in Oakland)

And then a compelling read that is both tragic and yet heart warming. I couldn’t put this book down one weekend. “This Life is in Your Hands,” is written by the daughter of Eliot Coleman, who was trying to live and raise his young family in a totally sustainable life with mentors such as Scott and Helen Nearing. They had written the book,”A Good Life,” and were a couple who lived a totally sustainable life last century and inspired many young people to adopt their lifestyle. Eliot Coleman and his wife were one of those couples and this book is written from their daughter’s perspective. It made me want to get my hands dirty and bake bread…..but with thoughts towards how it impacts the next generation.

“This Life is in Your Hands~one dream, sixty acres, and a family undone” by Melissa Coleman

and then for a shift in genres ….as this year ends and I think about a New Year approaching, I read a wonderful soul FULL book, recommended by my sister C. I loved it so much, that I took up valuable space in my sister J’s luggage this winter, in order for her to take the book to my daughter in London for Christmas. As long as I can remember, our oldest daughter Alyssa has had at least one book under the tree, and often many. For this Christmas I thought this was the best book I could send her. It was thought provoking and has lingered with me as I live THIS lifetime. This book will come into your life when you ready to read the message.

“One Great Year” by Tamara Veitch and Rene DeFazio

And out of all the books that I read with my Soul Circle group, these are a few that I really cherished.

One was, “The Untethered Soul” by Michael A. Singer. If I were to recommend only one book to help you on your soul’s journey, this book would be IT!

and the other was sweet and held an interesting concept that I totally embrace. Such an inspiring story written by a sister….and her brother who has left this earth school. Read it with an open mind.

“The Afterlife of Billy Fingers,” by Annie Kagan

Then switching genres AGAIN, because I have such diverse interests, since I ventured into the realm of minimalism this past year, here are a few books that I would recommend, if you are wanting to live a richer life.

“Minimalism, live a meaningful life,” by Joshua Fields Millburn and Ryan Nicodemus

This is a modern day classic for those of us who want more


and then THE CLASSIC….
“Walden” by Henry D. Thoreau, who was the ultimate minimalist and has captured my heart with his lyrical text.

Another shift…..I found Mimi Kirk this year and would LOVE to introduce her to you as well. Although I’m not living a totally raw lifestyle, eating a large, plant based diet is my focus for my health and well being as I age. If you are interested in this way of living, eating, being, check out one of her AMAZING books. It’s not just about what we put in  mouths, but what we put in our minds. THIS lovely woman exudes health, joy, peace and love. I want what she has! Check her out and try a few of her wonderful recipes.

“Live Raw” by Mimi Kirk

And finally before I move onto what I like to eat while I’m reading….my pumpkin spice cookies, (yes, while not raw….are restorative for my soul as they are homey) I wanted to share a few books the little kids and I have been reading this fall.

The first is exquisite!

“Winter’s Gift,” by Jane Monroe Donovan, who is not only the author but the illustrator of this stunning book. If you love horses and have experienced loss, this story will touch your heart. My children were enchanted by the hauntingly beautiful pictures and story.                                                      

and then a book that makes me cry EVERY time I read it to my children, “The Shine Man,” by Mary Quattlebaum and Illustrations by Tim Ladwig. If you want to read a story about what Christmas is all about…pure love….this is a moving and touching story.


As you can tell, I love beautifully illustrated books for my children.

And finally, a chapter book that I’m reading to my 6 year old and my 4 year old twins. After years of reading books with pictures, I’m trying to read chapter books to them so they can make pictures in their heads. They are all extremely engaged with this story that takes place in Paris, about three small children who are homeless at Christmas time and a hobo, who puts them under his wing…and his heart.

After bath time each night, we cuddle together under my silky, down comforter and open this lovely book, allowing the story to unfold, chapter by chapter. It’s been a highlight in our day and has opened many discussions about children less fortunate all over the world.

“The Family Under the Bridge.” by Natalie Savage Carlson is an endearing book for the holidays

Over the holidays, I have a book that I can’t wait to sink into…it’s called, “The Long Road Home,” by Mary Alice Monroe. I bought it during one of our library book fairs (do you have these in your area?…as it’s a GREAT way to buy some books) and finally, FINALLY, I have some time to read it.

What are you reading this time of year! Whatever it is……

Happy Reading! I hope there is something on my list that will inspire you to make a cup of tea and open a book this holiday season.

Hopefully, you will also try making my absolutely, yummy, pumpkin spice cookies. But warning…. they go fast…really fast! You may want to double the recipe.

I’m really glad to get this recipe on my blog at long last as well, since the paper it’s written on is getting hard to read. Now I can refer to it quickly when I need to whip up an easy, fairly healthy cookie, perfect for those snowy days when you just want to stay in doors, sip tea and read a good book.

Hope’s Pumpkin Spice Cookies

Ingredients

11/4 cup of sugar (brown of course)
1/2 cup of margarine or butter…I prefer the later
2 eggs
1 tsp real vanilla
1 cup of canned pumpkin (I buy the 15 ounce can and often double this recipe as it goes fast)
2 cups of flour….your choice but I like to use whole wheat flour
4 tsp. of baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp nutmeg,
1/2 tsp ginger
1/4 tsp cloves
Dusting of icing sugar
(optional 1 cup of chocolate chips….but personally and in my son’s Harrison’s opinion…stick with the plain pumpkin which is perfect….and since it was his birthday yesterday that is what I recommend…healthier too….but if you like chocolate…you can add as a variation)

Here’s the easy part….you mix it all together in a big bowl…make sure you whip your sugar into your butter really well and add your eggs one at a time to get a creamy consistency and then add all your dry ingredients. It’s so easy…then you get a big spoon and drop the cookie dough onto an ungreased pan, and bake in the oven at 375 degrees for 15 minutes.

Let them cool on the pan for about 5 minutes and then take off, dusting them with some icing sugar and put them on a cookie rack to cool completely. “Oh la la!” as the tramp in the book, “The Family Under the Bridge,” would say, these cookies are melt in your mouth delicious.

My pumpkin spice cookies and a pot of chai tea…perfect together…all I need now is a comfy chair and my book

 

Please take a cookie……
Before they are all GONE!

If you are like me during the holidays, you are multi-tasking. I like to bake, while watching a Christmas movie….this movie, (below) happens to be a favourite of mine….and one my mother liked very much as well. It of course, is based on a book…aren’t the best movies from books?

The author, Donna Van Liere, has written several lovely, sweet Christmas stories that are easy to start but hard to put down until they are finished.

Another is called, The Christmas Hope…..which I must admit, being partial to Hope….is a nice title. ANYWAY…..as you can tell, books are a passion of mine…and movies which are made from books.

Have you seen the “Christmas Shoes?” If not, I’m sure it will become a classic for your family as well. Other than “It’s a Wonderful Life” and “Christmas Vacation,” oh my, I guess I need to write another blog post all about my fav Christmas movies, this is one I like to watch each season So if you have an evening when you are baking….start it up but have a hankie nearby.

If you can’t see the link below, click on the hyper-link to the “Christmas Shoes.”

and enjoy…IN JOY!

Well, I’m off to get some celebration things ready for my oldest son, Clark’s birthday. I can’t believe he is 23 today. I have been given so many memorable holidays with Christmas babies in our house. No babies this year but then I wouldn’t be able to write to you on my blog….what is that quote?

May your season be full of peace, joy and love…and great books.

Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope

Healthy Chocolate Cupcakes/Chocolate Mocha Icing~The Gift~

/ Lee Reynolds

“Life is a gift”~William Reynolds

I love the mysteries in life. I also love the magic that occurs when everything falls perfectly into place and the mystery is revealed and it is NEVER as I thought it would be.

At the end of November my sister C had a birthday.  Since she lives a long car drive away from my home, a card, a phone call or an email message is usually all I manage to acknowledge her special day. But this year, I noticed that her birthday fell on a Friday and this year, my oldest son Clark, who is going to University, has had Fridays off. With inspiration, I asked if he would be willing to care for the little girls so I could go up and surprise my sister on her birthday. He agreed. (Thanks Clark) What made it even better though, was my other sister J, who lives close to me, was also free and willing to drive us to C’s home. I thought it was wonderful how everything fell into place beautifully and we could share in our sister’s birthday celebration.

J called our brother in law, D and asked him to help us surprise C.  Making sure C was ready to go out to lunch on Friday when we arrived. D isn’t the best at keeping secrets from our sister, so the fact  he didn’t spill the beans and was able to come up with a plausible excuse for her to get up early on her birthday, was a feat unto itself. (Thanks D!)

The week leading up to my sister’s birthday was busy around our house. My husband David was going out of town on business, again, for another week and he was leaving the Thursday before C’s birthday. We try to get groceries in the house, gas in the cars, and the house cleaned, so things are smoother for me while he is away. I was just flying around trying to get everything done and also get a few little gifts put together for my sister.

At the last minute, I decided to make some cupcakes so we had something to put a candle on and sing Happy Birthday after lunch. Thankfully, I was able to find a healthy cupcake recipe at Lee’s “Fit Foodie Finds,” blog.  (Thanks Lee) I followed her cupcake recipe to a tee, except, I didn’t add the chocolate chips to the batter, wanting to make them even healthier. Although I can’t take any credit for the recipe, they turned out really great and I wanted to share them here with you.  I’ll put a link to the recipe below so you can try them out the next time you want to surprise someone. The chocolate mocha icing was light and fluffy and the perfect topper as well.

On Friday morning I raced around like crazy, driving our three school age children to their respective schools, and then I got the little girls ready so Clark could take them to their Kindermusik class later in the morning, complete with  bird costumes I had made earlier in the week. J showed up promptly and we were on our way, light with anticipation of our time with our sister.

As we were almost there, we got a call from D who asked where we were, as he couldn’t hold the surprise much longer. Thankfully, we were just down the road. When we arrived and our sister saw J’s car, she was bubbling over with joy. Her face was alight with happiness and she was thrilled we had come to take her out to lunch. Then later……

As we settled in at the restaurant, our time together floated on a cloud of bliss. It settled over me like a brilliant scarf and I felt connected to my sisters by a shimmering cord of silver. We had a lovely lunch, updating each other on our lives and then we sang Happy Birthday to C, who sat glowing radiantly. As she opened our gifts, she was full of delight and well being.

Happy Birthday C! Isn’t she radiant!
J, C and myself…..in bliss that we had a moment together
J and C….sisters are gifts

 

I think this picture captures the joy of the day
C’s soul energy is shining so brightly….it’s nice when you know you are LOVED

It was hard to part after lunch. A piece of me wanted to remain with her and keep celebrating but I knew the kids would be coming home from school and I needed to get back to my life. C had taken her car to the downtown restaurant, so after lunch she led us to the highway. As she started to take the turn to her home, she rolled down her window and waved a cheerful goodbye. I could feel the joy flowing towards us. I looked at J and said, “I think she enjoyed our surprise visit,” and J smilingly nodded, yes.

We drove home along the countryside and chatted about our visit and about sister things. When we came to an old house that I had marveled over on our drive out and said, I would love to take a picture of it, J hadn’t forgotten. As we approached the house, J slowed the car to a stop beside the highway, so I could get out and take a few photos. I walked along the dirty snow edged highway  and snapped a few pictures with the new camera David had given me for my birthday in November.

As I was perusing all the photographs later in the day, I realized I often don’t recognize the beauty of something, until the moment is gone. Or perhaps I do but I am so busy, living in the moment, that I don’t have a chance to savour how breathtaking it truly is.

This beautiful house in Westwold, B.C. was glowing in the late winter afternoon sun….reminded me of how glowing my sister was as we parted

Then later C graciously sent an email thanking me for the surprise visit and all the gifts. I responded to her that the biggest gift was one that she gave to J and I. Seeing her so happy and joy filled was the best part of the day and truly the best gift.

This morning as the day was lightening and our house hold was slowly waking up, Will was chatting to me as I poured his breakfast cereal and cut some fruit into his bowl. For some reason he comes up with the most profound thoughts early in the morning and this day was no exception. As I cut his bananas, he asked me, “mom, why am I here?” I knew exactly what he meant. I told him that only he knew the answer to that question and he would find the answer in his heart. He asked me why he didn’t remember it easily and I told him that if we all remembered why we had come to earth, we would do what we needed to do and then we would find a way to leave. He said, “you mean kill ourselves?” I said, “yes, we would want to return to our Source.” “Hmmm”, he said, but mom, “Life is a gift.”

I didn’t have time to really think about his words until later in the morning as I had a household to get rolling but now that I have my cup of tea by my side and the little girls are happily playing, I do recognize the wisdom in his words. The true gift is our life. We can choose to open it quickly and see what’s inside, or we can savour the moments of anticipation, of wonder, of joy, in being here surrounded by all the beauty of the earth. Celebrating our loved ones. As I sip my tea, I peer over my lap top and see a brilliantly wrapped present.

And now, since part of living a beautiful life means enjoying food, would you like a delicious AND healthy chocolate cupcake recipe?

Okay, get ready to be amazed!

 Chocolate Cupcakes and Chocolate Mocha Buttercream Icing

(This recipe came from Lee’s Fit Foodie Finds blog)

Ingredients
  • 1 cup nonfat/low fat/nondairy milk…I used vanilla almond milk
  • 1 egg, large
  • ½ cup all-purpose flour
  • ½ cup whole wheat flour
  • ⅓ cup unsweetened cocoa powder
  • ¾ teaspoon baking soda
  • ½ teaspoon baking powder
  • ¾ cup light brown sugar, packed
  • ½ cup unsweetened apple sauce
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Instructions
  1. Preheat oven to 350F and line a cupcake pan with cupcake liners. Then, lightly spray with non-stick cooking spray and set aside.
  2. In a large bowl, combine dry ingredients. Whisk. In a medium size bowl, combine wet ingredients. Mix.
  3. Gradually add wet ingredients to dry, combining with a mixer or wooden spoon, until all lumps are gone.
  4. Fill each cupcake about ~3/4 of the way with the batter.
  5. Bake for 18 minutes or until set. Test cupcape with a toothpick (it shouldn’t have anything on it). Let cool completely before applying the frosting. I suggest at least 30 minutes!

Chocolate Mocha Buttercream Icing

Ingredients
1 cup butter, softened
3 cups of powdered sugar
3 tbsps of cocoa powder
2 tsp vanilla
2 tbsps of heated almond milk and then dissolve
1 tbsp of instant coffee in the milk

In a blender, cream butter and slowly add the icing sugar, cocoa powder, alternating with the wet ingredients, until you have a lovely whipped icing consistency. Spread on cooled cupcakes and top with a chunk of chocolate

The best things in life are topped with chocolate, don’t you think?

And before I close, I have to share something else with you….after C’s birthday and D was away on business, I watched a touching, inspirational movie on Netflix called, “Boychoir.” Check out the link to the trailer. I’m never surprised when life layers so many connections in a short time.

I think it’s a good ending to this blog post about gifts….if you need something to lift you up…check it out. and now for a link to the song from this movie, it’s Josh Groban singing, “The Mystery of your Gift.”          

And with a smile, I wave goodbye to you. Thank you for coming today.

Until we are together again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope

 

Becoming a Vegetarian~Spaghetti Squash~COWSPIRACY

/ Lee Reynolds


 Once you choose hope, anything’s possible. ~Christopher Reeve

Welcome…it’s so nice to see you.

If you are here on my blog and interested in living a green, sustainable life, a life that leaves the lightest footprint on Mother Earth, then you are probably already living a vegetarian lifestyle. You may even be a vegan. In that light, I’m probably preaching to the choir but since I spend a good portion of mental thought on this issue of late, I wanted to share some of my struggles and inspirations in becoming a vegetarian. This may help those of you, like me, who are moving, or who have moved in that direction. Maybe you can also relate to this process.

If it were just me, I would be feeding my family a “total” plant based diet right now. I’m one of those people who can do things cold turkey when convinced of the benefits but I live with other people and their process towards change has to be considered. As you know, I have several children ranging in age from little to grown and up to now, they have been raised a certain way. I have been feeding my family what I believed was a balanced diet since they were little. I spent the last 25 years breast feeding our children, with the exception of only a few years between their weaning. Anyone who has devoted that much time ensuring their children are receiving the best start in life, knows that nutrition is really important. After all that effort building a strong immune system and a healthy gut in our little ones, we were careful to offer them a wide array of food choices, heavy towards whole foods, particularly vegetables with fruits as their sweet treats.

Since I often had a baby at the breast, I started going to La Leche League meetings where I found other supportive women who were choosing this method of feeding their babies/children and eventually, I became a leader. This was the start of my journey towards becoming a vegetarian, as several of our members were living this lifestyle and they always looked glowing and had an aura of well being around them. I wanted that too. Although, we made healthier choices for our children, we could never seem to cut out eating meat completely. It was how we were raised after all and the argument was, well we are healthy aren’t we? When choosing our children’s first foods, I wanted to lean towards more vegetables and fruit (and our children all loved their sweet potatoes, carrots, apples and bananas) but I also wanted to offer them a wide array of food choices without limiting anything that may cause deficiencies.

And so, we have raised them with meat and other animal by products in their diet. It was only with the arrival of our last three babies, when I started thinking about how our food choices don’t just impact our health, but our planet and how other people are eating, or not eating in many cases. On the journey to completing our large family, ironically I was becoming more planet conscious and I knew if we are all connected, then how we feed our families has to shift.The process for me to change has been slow and arduous but I’m hopeful, after all, I grow our food and I buy the groceries. The control is ultimately mine. (and my husband who by the way is totally on board…always says he feels great after eating a plant based meal)

We started the big shift by growing our own food in our garden. That way we had more control over what we were eating and our children were also a part of the process, as they helped me plant, water, weed and harvest our crops. Another step was becoming more educated and learning to make one vegetarian meal at a time for our family. Still there is resistance and even I don’t always think things through or am forceful enough. For instance, the other day when eating lunch out, I chose a beautiful Thai inspired salad but it came with chicken….did I think to ask for the waitress to hold the chicken? No I didn’t, but next time I will. The salad came green and glowing, the plate loaded with vegetables and quinoa and slices of delectable chicken. The salad was delicious and I didn’t need the meat….or the feeling later that I wasn’t walking my talk. One step at a time and if I don’t take those steps, how do I encourage my family to share the path with me. This is a process….

I’ve told our children that eating a plant based diet is healthier for our bodies. That in doing so we have a lower risk towards,

  • Heart disease
  • Colorectal, ovarian, and breast cancers
  • Diabetes
  • Obesity
  • Hypertension (high blood pressure)

Wow~! and if that isn’t enough of a reason to cut out meat, and meat by products, since I had our younger children late in life, adopting a vegetarian diet has been linked to living longer and having higher quality health as we age. I look at people like, Mimi Kirk, a wonderful mentor and a raw food vegan and think, I want that kind of health/energy too and I want that for my children.

And if improving health isn’t reason enough to adopt a vegetarian lifestyle, think of the health of our planet. We are wasting so much water, land, and resources in growing animals for food that it’s alarming. Something has to change because if we stay on this path, we won’t have a planet that can provide everything we need to survive. It’s that simple. I’m not even going to get into the ethical reason to make the change but when we take care of each other, even the animals on this planet, our earth will hum in total balance and peace.

And so I continue to move and encourage my family to adopt this belief system. Like any change, I will take it day by day, meal by meal. I will move in the direction of health, not just for myself, my family,  but for our planet. I will be grateful for all I have been given. Speaking of being GRATEFUL, can you believe we are still eating wonderful food from our garden? And if health of the body, and health of the planet isn’t enough of a reason to make the vegetarian lifestyle choice, think of the wallet! It cost $2.99 to buy a 6 pack of started spaghetti squash, (less if I had had saved seeds) and we still have a box full of squash to get us through winter. Talk about frugal…AND healthy. So many reasons to eat a plant based diet.

Kathryn and Victoria with a bit of our squash harvest…next year I’m growing MORE

Today we are choosing to eat Spaghetti Squash with a tomato sauce and a green salad. Oh yum…and another side benefit is HOW EASY IT IS! While the squash is roasting, you have time to get out in nature. Later today, I’m taking the kids skating in our little town’s outdoor rink. Not only is it a great way to get some exercise, have some fun with the kids, be out in the community, but it’s free…I love things that are free. They tend to be good for our planet too.

Before I go though, I will share with you my spaghetti squash recipe….get ready for easy and it doesn’t even need any special equipment….no spiralizer, just a fork.

For our large family, I cook 2 spaghetti squash…but 1 large squash feeds most families of 4

How to prepare Spaghetti Squash

Heat oven to 375 degrees. Cut the squash in half, lengthwise.

Save the seeds and let dry in a coffee filter….that way you will have a box full of delicious squash next fall after harvest time….did I tell you how easy they are to grow… they practically grow themselves!…all you have to do is plant them, mulch around them with some grass clippings throughout the season…and maybe water them occasionally if it’s really hot.

Okay…back to cooking squash. Once the seeds are scooped out, you brush the insides of each half with olive oil and sprinkle with sea salt and pepper. Place cut sides down on a baking sheet and put in the oven for about 40-45 minutes depending how big your squash is….it’s done when you can easily pierce with a fork.

Brush the inside with olive oil, sprinkle with salt and pepper and turn squash over…with skin facing out

Now let it cool for a bit before using a fork and gently scraping the inside of the squash….you will see that spaghetti like strips pull off. Continue stripping them off with a fork until you get down to the outer skin. Even with 1 large squash, you will end up with a big bowl of the pasta looking vegetable.

Top with your favourite tomato sauce, add a piece of parsley, a green salad and my family loves my homemade dinner buns and voila…dinner. It’s that easy. It’s that delicious too. My little girls LOVE spaghetti squash.

Spaghetti squash….one meal in my vegetarian recipe collection

And before waving goodbye, I wanted to share a well done documentary called, “Cowspiracy” that I watched a month ago. I found it at my local library and one evening I watched it all alone and was blown away. It’s not that I wasn’t aware of the far reaching effects that our meat industry has on the planet, but it was so well done and thought provoking.

For my birthday, I asked my two older sons, who are still living at home, to watch this documentary…as a gift to me. I’m never eloquent enough to describe all the reasons that I believe  becoming a vegetarian is the best choice for our planet and Cowspiracy does just that. Plus, the film maker, Kip Andersen, is a lot more hip than their mom and you know, being cool can be persuasive.

When I found it on YouTube, I just went YEAH! Because I wanted to share it with you too. If you have a bit of time….hey and while you are cooking your spaghetti squash you may have some, grab someone you love and watch it. I’d love to hear what you think of it too and also how you became a vegetarian….or whether you are thinking of becoming one and how the journey is going. Sometimes, I feel like I’m just out here in the world, blogging away and no one is thinking along the same lines……as I type this, my Siamese cat, Ryuuki is curled up against me, his little warm body, laying on my typing arm….if you have a pet, curl up together to watch this “Cowspiracy” film.

(click on the hyper link above if you can’t see the video link below)

Well, I’d better get going. It’s a lazy Sunday here..thank heavens! After all the stress of  yesterday and the break down of my van…right in the middle of driving my kids to their activities; a voice recital practice for Grace where the accompanist was waiting on her keys, the little girl’s first Saturday skating lessons and Will’s first introduction to hockey class. It was a crazy day! I need a day to just breathe. As I kept turning the engine over and over yesterday, as the clock was ticking towards the next activity and Grace and I growing colder and colder in the van (it was FREEZING here yesterday) and the van was DEAD, I kept saying to myself, “this too shall pass.” And although my husband is out of town on business right now, he was reachable by phone. Thank you David! The whole family and Blair, a nice tow truck driver who jump started my van, got me back in action and on the road.

It’s when there is a crisis that you realize that you really aren’t alone…you just need to ask for help. I know this sounds kind of sappy….but I feel like the world is in a crisis right now. In so many ways people are reacting negatively but then there are droves moving with light energy and helping to heal our planet. I think when we eat a plant based diet, we have more love energy to spread around the world.

To the world you may be just one person, but to one person you may be the world. 🙂

….you are that to me…thanks for coming for a visit! And please drop a comment about your journey and your thoughts.

Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope

 

 

Pumpkin Muffins~Living the Sweet Life

/ Lee Reynolds


“Not till we are lost, in other words not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations.”
~Henry David Thoreau, quote from Walden~ 

I’m one of those writers that needs to totally immerse herself in life to have anything worthwhile to say. Only in doing that, do I come back to myself. Henry David Thoreau needed to escape to Walden’s pond and connect with the simple rhythm of the world in order to find himself. I on the other hand, need to be enveloped in chaos, before enlightenment captures my soul.

I can’t tell you how happy I am to be here. You know you have found your passion in life, when time is meaningless when you are doing what you love, or when you are where you desire to be. For me, when I’m with my busy family, deep in the garden or sitting on my yoga mat, I am inspired. What is your passion…when are you on kairos (heaven’s) time?

When there is so much to say, the words fly off my keys and my heart sings. It’s been such a busy fall, helping the kids transition back into school, and adjust to their extra curricular activities. I have hardly had a moment to contemplate life. In living it, the richness rushes forth. This is really two blogs in one since so much has occurred. Is it REALLY the middle of November already? Well, if you have a few minutes and want to catch up on life around here, grab a cup of tea and join me. First, here are some images that encapsulate fall 2015.

 

Grace and Will off to catch the bus in October…thankfully it stops at the bottom of our property!

 

The little girls started ballet this fall and they love to dance…everywhere! Victoria who couldn’t skip when she started worked so hard and in slow motion she went around the house, knee up, hop on straight leg, foot down, lift other knee up, hop, foot down….finally she got it and now skips all the time.

 

Will started cello lessons this fall and this time, I’m learning with him on Mitchell’s cello…we are working on hot cross buns and twinkle twinkle right now
We celebrated David’s birthday just before our Canadian thanksgiving weekend
Found this car wash in Surrey B.C. when we went to the coast to do some shopping….we call Harrison, “Harry.” I made David go around the block to capture this picture of our Harry and “Good Clean Fun!”…if you knew what a great sense of humour our 16 year old has….you would totally understand…plus he’s a great kid!
While we did take the kids to the coast to do some back to school shopping…yes I KNOW we were late for that…but anyway, the little kids hated shopping and the only redeeming thing was finding this dog mannequin at the Old Navy store.They could care less about clothes…hence you see them wearing the same dresses and leggings in this picture that they always wear, ….but you know, kids really get it….you don’t need a ton of clothes, just fun experiences in life.

 

The best part of the trip was going to Stanley Park in Vancouver to see these beautifully carved and painted totems
The really sweet things in life….making memories with family
David savoring being at the edge of the ocean…..our life’s happy place…this is English Bay in Vancouver
A moment before capturing this picture, Grace was at the edge of the beach and a rogue wave covered her feet, drenching her in cold water. She recovered nicely enough to smile for this picture

 

Harrison and Will were finding rocks to skip

 

A highlight of being at English Bay for the little kids was meeting a dog named, “Gracie May.” She wanted to play ball with them but she was very strategic regarding when she would drop the ball. They loved her and her owner was kind to let the children play with her….she said Gracie May enjoyed them very much too by the smile on her face and wag of her tail..
Our last day at the coast and this picture outside of our hotel which also happened to be the same one we came to in the summer when I had my eye surgery….I love Holiday Express for families…..the kids loved the breakfast room and the pool

 

On our drive home we stopped at Hope, where they have the cheapest gas, and also happens to be where I was born and lived for the first 6 years of my life…..do you like the name of the restaurant? That’s sometimes how I feel about my kitchen back at home….drive in and out. ….I love the mountains behind the building…something about mountains and trees is very comforting…we are like Salmon…we return to the home where we are born!

Well, those are a few pictures of moments from fall 2015.

For the last two weeks, blog inspirations have been pouring into my brain, however life endlessly over shadows my ability to sit down and write. Finally, it’s a somewhat quiet Saturday morning. Ha! The kids have been fed. Not by me, but by David, who had to get up early to have the winter tires put on our van. This is one of those chores that are in the guy realm as far as I’m concerned. Not that I don’t know how to change a tire, thanks to my brother in law J, who taught me by making me rotate the tires on my first car many years ago. It’s just that I would prefer not to sit around a drafty tire dealership on a Saturday morning and for some reason this doesn’t bother David.

Anyway, the little kids are still in their jammies playing, and by the sounds of it are having a rousing card game of “Fish,” in the family room. As I type, this is what I can hear, Will: “Do you have any 8’s?” Girls: “Go Fish!” Will: “Kate, you do SO have an 8 because I just saw one.” Kate; “Ohhhhh okay,” and then silence. The little girls are just four but they have known their numbers since they were 2….I would highly recommend introducing the leapfrog “Numberland” DVD to your little ones if they are interested in learning numeracy. Kids naturally like to count things, their collection of rocks, their teddies, their cars….Anyway.

Where was I? oh yes, after a lovely bath, where I was able to linger for a decadent 10 minute soak before guilt enveloped me, I thought I’d better get dressed. I gathered my thick, white spa like robe if you will, around me and was planning to get dressed but entering our bedroom, the ruffled and comfy looking bed covers called to me. I plunked down on our yet unmade bed, pulled my laptop out form underneath, where I had left it the night before after doing my 21 day mediation with Deepak and Oprah who are with me, each night before going to sleep. (check out the link…this month it’s on….become what you believe)

 

What we believe about life and ourselves has tremendous power…believe life is sweet and you will receive only that…a sweet life

Once I had the laptop turned on I madly start to type, my fingers flying on the keyboard. There is so much to share and so little time.

My son Harrison just passed my room and asked, “blog?” and I uttered ahum….hopefully he will entertain his brother and sisters with some more card games, while he eats his breakfast and I can get this written. It can’t wait another day.

First, since it’s been so long since I wrote, and this is a “homestead blog,” I wanted to share with you something that has saved me a lot of time putting my garden to bed this fall. When the nights became too cold and my plants were obviously not producing any longer, (end of Oct here) I harvested what I could salvage. I picked the last of the tomatoes, peppers, brought in my spaghetti squash and pumpkins, dried as many herbs as I could; parsley, rosemary, oregano, basil, lemon balm, peppermint, sage etc. and picked the last of my kale, spinach, swiss chard. Which in short order, will turn to mush otherwise and I want to have my “own” organic greens for my fall smoothies. I also was mindful to save more seeds, like my beans, pumpkin, squash, and flower seeds that I wanted to grow again next year. Both marigolds and nasturtium are easy to direct sow in spring. This sounds like a lot but in actuality, I went out for an hour or so each day and accomplished a lot in 2 weeks.

Careful to save some pumpkin and squash seeds to plant next year

 

I put my surplus pumpkin seeds in a large bowl, added some olive oil, garlic powder, cumin and a bit of real chili peppers….see peppers also drying to the right and dried them for 8 hours….what a yummy snack full of fibre! Next year I’m going to double the spices though….more garlic…but then I like more garlic on everything…maybe some nutritional yeast would be a nice cheesy taste too.

(Check out this blog for the benefits of eating pumpkin seeds…The Sprouting Seed)

After this final harvest and gathering, I cut down my plants and let them sit and begin the decomposition process for about a week. Once they withered to 1/2 their size, I transferred the remains to my compost bin. All of our pumpkins also went into the compost bin….it’s AMAZING how much a square bin can hold. I finally ran out of room though so rather than bagging it and sending it off to our landfill, I waited until the remaining crops had decomposed a bit more and gently dug a few holes in my garden and  raked everything remaining into the hole. Then covered it up with dirt. (none of these plants were diseased)

leaves on top of our many pumpkins…this will make such great soil for next year’s garden

I also mowed my lawn as late as I could, catching the grass clippings and also the leaves that had fallen, which saved a lot of raking. These mulched down nicely and again, I  gently dug a few holes. This time into the part of my garden that needed more amendment. The denser soil with rockier aspects would really benefit from this mulch. When I started my garden several years ago, it was hard to find a worm, but over the years by using this method each fall and also adding grass mulch around the plants throughout the growing season, I found that my soil is now rich with earth worms.

The black plastic compost bin that we use for composting kitchen scraps was also full, so I decided to also dig a few extra holes and over the last few weeks, I have been putting my kitchen scraps along with some raked leaves in the holes and also covering them with soil. This process is called, “trench composting.”  and is very effective.

I can’t tell you how satisfying it is to drop a bucket full of kitchen scraps; egg shells, potato and carrot peelings, the core of apples and pears, banana peels, David’s coffee grounds. It puts a smile on my face because not only am I feeding my worms and all the various other organisms in the soil but I’m saving my landfill from needless waste. To think of planting my next year seeds and started plants into rich, fluffy soil is thrilling to me. Am I weird?

I want to also thank my sons Harrison and Will for digging in the last of the garden waste. I had left many of the tomato plants for them to dig into the ground and it was really lovely watching them work together in the garden. Sometimes it’s good not to do it all yourself!

Anyway, if you are wanting to save yourself some time this fall, think about how you are putting your garden to bed and cleaning up your yard. Make it easy for yourself and follow Mother Natures lead….let in lie where it falls.
Image result for fall leaves blanketing the ground

So when I wasn’t out doing fall chores, I was in the house doing some fall clean up and de-cluttering. As you know I did our big sweep towards minimalism last Spring but with 8 of us currently living in the home, I have to be diligent, as all sorts of things creep into our house. Plus, the kids grow out of  clothes and I like them to be passed on to others. Several times I took a big bag of clothes to the goodwill and also to some friends who have younger children than ours. It’s always a nice feeling to clear house and know things aren’t going to waste sitting in a box somewhere.

What else was going on this fall, oh yes, Halloween. This year, I was really wanting to keep the expense down but the little girls didn’t want to wear anything in our dress up trunk, even though I tried valiantly to persuade them into being princesses, AGAIN. Thankfully, Gymboree had all their costumes on 50% off and we picked up a cute garden fairy and butterfly costume for something that I felt was reasonable. Plus, the upside is they can wear them for dress up all year and then hopefully switch costumes that the other didn’t wear next year.

I wished I had had better lighting…my old camera had broken early this fall and most of my fall pictures are not great….but you get the sense of their costumes etc….Kate is the butterfly and Victoria the Garden Fairy

Will was harder to convince. He didn’t want to be a knight, a pirate, a king, a ninja, or a wizard, all costumes we had in stock. When we took him to the store he couldn’t find anything he was remotely interested in until one day, driving by the 7 Eleven, he asked yet again if he could have one last Slurpee before winter arrived. I uttered the words he knew were coming, “sorry NO,” but suddenly a light went off and I uttered these words, “Will,….. would you like it if I made you a Slurpee costume for Halloween?”

His face lit up immediately and said excitedly, “Yes, that would be GREAT!” Then, as I continued to drive, I wondered  how in the heck was I going to pull this one off. Thank heavens for “Google,” and the fact that I was not the only parent in the world who had the same idea.

Here is one picture I found that gave me the inspiration to use a pool noodle for the straw and tulle netting material for the Slurpee frothing out of the top of the cup…. I used the Medium size Slurpee cup as the model for Will’s cup design

Although ours turned out nothing like anything I saw, nor were the materials the same. Our costume cost less than $10.00. We used two full sheets of blue poster board, inserted some white paper on the sides to give the cup some shape, rolled white paper and taped it at the top to resemble the cup lip.  I then hand drew and cut the cup’s design from construction paper we had on hand and printed off and glued the 7 eleven logo on the cup. It looked really authentic.

Sorry again about the light in this picture…did I tell you for my birthday I got a new camera?…but sadly I have missed capturing some great shots of Will’s Slurpee costume….but this one does give you the idea

(As much as my little guy loves a good slush drink….here’s the down low on them, sugar is the least of the negatives…7 Reasons to never drink Slurpees)

The final touches were adding the red tulle netting coming out the top of the cup and yellow straw (pool noodle). Finishing it all off, I painted the words, “so Chill,” on Will’s cheeks and the costume was complete. He wore it to his school’s costume parade on the Friday before Halloween and had many compliments. I think I accomplished my goal of keeping some of the costs down for our kids, to celebrate what they have come to think of as the most fun “holiday” of the year.

 

Sadly, this is the best picture I have of Will….of course he was just hopping around here before going out on Halloween…it’s hard to capture a Slurpee blur even with the best camera.

I’m not so crazy about Halloween. It’s not the idea of it being spooky or anything like that. Some parents I spoke to before the event said they didn’t approve of it for religious reasons. Another, said she didn’t like the idea of kids going around begging for candy…although it doesn’t have to be candy is what I told her…it can be a pencil, some stickers, a bag of healthy popcorn. I remember as a child loving to dress up in something that dragged along the ground appearing older than I was, in disguise if you like. Also, it was just plain fun being out when it was dark, the air crisp and cold with the pungent smell of burning pumpkin in the air.

The day before Halloween I decorated our front door with pumpkin lights, a new black spider (made from a black garbage bag stuffed with newspaper….the legs are strips of garbage bag and are really scary as they blow around at night) and some cobwebs…oh and of course we had pumpkins scattered every where in our front yard. We are also one of those houses that play scary music…..sounds like the soundtrack to Michael Jackson’s “Thriller.”

As a parent, I’m just not a fan of the sugary treats. Now I know that is part of the allure for children. It was for me too as a child, although my bag was usually full of apples, peanuts in the shell and those stick in your teeth caramel kisses. I’m dating myself. Of course apples would get thrown out now for fear of razor blades and peanuts are a complete no, no, due to nut allergies being so prolific. But there has to be a middle ground right?

Although as a parent, we can all choose how to handle the candy once received. One parent I know buys the candy, in exchange for a toy. Another set of parents I know, put all the candy into a communal pot and only pull it out once a week on their family movie night. And yet another parent told me that she lets her kids have totally autonomy over their treats. She felt that taking away sugar would only create a hyper desire for it and it would be good for them to learn how it feels to overdose on it. She was using it as a teaching moment….by the way, she is a health care nurse.

All these ideas were interesting. What we have chosen to do over the years is talk to our children about what we love about Halloween and what we don’t. Teach them about the downsides to sugary treats and how it adversely affects our bodies even though it tastes good. My mother lived a good long life and I like her motto…”everything in moderation.” Upon coming home from trick or treating, we let our children sort through the treats and then we help them choose a few treats they could eat during our fireworks display which is held at the beach below our house. Since we live in the sub-division right above the beach, we have first class seats for this affair. It’s the highlight of the evening in my books.

It’s also been our tradition to make my classic sugar cookies, sometimes a pumpkin pie or carrot cake. If we know we are having friends over we  make a big bowl of homemade popcorn and invite them to join us for the viewing. This year Grace had a friend sleepover since it was a Saturday night. After the fireworks, they had a hot tub and then went down to our Hobbit’s hollow media room to watch a scary movie.

 

My classic pumpkin sugar cookies….and the little ghost Will had made in his grade one class
This year Grace made up her own costume, she was dressed up like a scary Victorian doll…although her ringlets had already dropped in this picture….she is on the left if you don’t recognize her. Apparently she wasn’t scary enough as several of our neighbours told us that they saw her when we came around with the little kids

Well, that was our Halloween….but getting back to the sugar, it seems like the smaller the child is, the more our neighbours heap upon them. They get extra if they have a great costume too. So our little ones ended up with a lot of treats. After they emptied their treat bags, I put the candy into a large basket for each of them and after dinner each evening, instead of having our usual dessert of fruit, or baked goods, they got to choose 2 candies. What I liked about this was right after eating their candy, they had their bath and their teeth were brushed before bedtime story time.

What I didn’t like about it was that our son Will, who seems to react quickly to any onslaught of sugar, was a bit wild during bath and teeth brushing time. Thankfully, by the time we all pile into bed for story time he had settled down but David and I always steeled ourselves with tons of patience for what we knew was coming after the consumption of sugar.

Then this past week, yes 10 days to 14 days after Halloween 3 of our youngest 4 came down with colds/flues despite the fact that I had started giving them their fall/winter dose of cod liver oil. Each year it arrives like clockwork. When I went to the school this past Thursday to pick up Will after he had thrown up, (apparently he had coughed so deeply that this had occurred) I came upon our school Principal who was cleaning up the aftermath, (the janitors don’t work during the day apparently) and I told him that I was so sorry but it always seems to occur 10 to 14 days after the start of the big consumption of Halloween sugar. He agreed that the sugar doesn’t help the immune system one bit.

Yesterday Grace stayed home from school. A child that normally has perfect attendance and last night after reading stories, Kate promptly threw up on my bedroom floor as she was heading off to bed (thank heavens we have wood floors!) By the sounds of the kids this morning, everyone seems to have recovered nicely. Will still has his cough but they are all making enough noise to assume they are well. Isn’t it amazing how fast kids start to feel better. They have their usual BIG energy back which makes me happy but it has inspired me to write a post about sugar….it’s merits and it’s downside. It’s really NOT the sweet part of life but our food industry makes us think it’s nothing.

Before the kids had even gotten sick I was doing some research on the topic and found a great documentary produced by our CBC’s Fifth Estate. A production called, “The Secret of Sugar.” It was so well done they even won an international Emmy award for the documentary. Although I knew that sugar wasn’t good for our bodies, or our brains for that matter, after watching this documentary it was truly alarming that our food industry is being so insidious and has no conscience with regards to our children or human kind as a whole. It’s all about money isn’t it?

If you haven’t watched this, I would encourage you to do so and with our mass buying power we can perhaps influence food production and the ingredients that go into our food.

Here’s the link..it’s fascinating. (See the hyper link above if you can’t click on the link below) to see “The Secret of Sugar.”

Now after this eye opening documentary, I thought I would share a link to an article on the best sugar alternatives. Some people don’t realize there are other choices to sugar other than perhaps honey. You can choose to use agave nectar, black strap molasses (which most of our grandparents used) or maple syrup and then there is also raw cane sugar which is not as refined a white sugar but still not any better for you. Something I know my oldest daughter would approve us is dates to sweeten anything….one of her fav treats are dates. Personally, the closer to nature our food is is the healthiest choice and then perhaps reducing the amount we use and getting accustom to a less sugary taste.

I have to laugh after saying this, because on Remembrance Day this past week, I made a big dinner and then baked pies for dessert. Something my family hardly ever gets. I paid a lot of attention to making the apple pie because I haven’t made many apple pies in my life, but when it came to the pumpkin, I kind of threw it together as I have made dozens of these over the years. I am kind of known for my excellent pumpkin pies, sorry if that sounds kind of braggy…the key was using more pumpkin pie filling and less sugar in my books.

Anyway, I was so proud of these pies and after dinner many decided they were going to have a piece of each but when my family dug into the pumpkin they all made a face. I had chosen to have just a piece of apple so I didn’t know what they were talking about until I took a little taste and then I flashed back to my pumpkin mixture and realized, I had totally forgotten the sugar. It wasn’t bad per say….just, well, really pumpkiny and not what you would expect. Me laughing, remembering Grace’s face after taking a big bite.

So the point of all this is it’s nice to make some of our food taste a bit sweeter for a treat, but each of us has to decide how sweet and what we are going to sweeten our food with. If I had had enough maple syrup on hand, I think I would have added that to my pie for a change and I’m sure it would have enhanced the flavour beautifully.

Here’s the link to Best Sugar Alternatives article and I’m prefacing it here before I give you my pumpkin muffin recipe so you can choose what you want to put in your muffins…maybe a healthier choice than sugar.

And now, if I haven’t spooked you into baking, I’m going to share my pumpkin muffin recipe. I made it for my children’s pajama day at their Kindermusik class. I wanted something that was breakfasty as their class is later in the morning and also something that said, “this is autumn time.”  It was the day before Halloween and the little girls were getting really excited about dressing up in their new costumes.

Victoria is all dressed for jammy day and ready to go to her music class…she is an admirer of muffins
The girls eating the muffins later in the morning at the music school’s Kindermusik class

My kids are starting to look a bit orange as they have been eating a lot of pumpkin, squash and carrots this fall…..maybe they would have gotten even sicker had they not be pumped with so many great foods. (not to even mention all the green drinks we consume) I guess what it all comes down to in life is balance. Healthy foods and always making choices to move towards a better option, not just for our health but for the benefits of our children’s growing bodies.

 

 

 

If you want to try a really great harvest type comfort food…try these moist muffins.

Hope’s Pumpkin Muffins

Serves: 12

 

 

Ingredients:
1 3/4 cups of all purpose flour….use 1/2 whole wheat and 1/2 white
1 cup sugar….refer to sugar alternatives link above….this recipe would be great with honey
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 sea salt
2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 nutmeg
1/4 cloves
2 eggs or egg alternatives
1- 15 ounce can of pure pumpkin
1/2 cup of vegetable oil….my sister J would probably love using coconut with this recipe 
1 tsp of vanilla or maple flavouring extract
handful of walnuts to garnish the muffins….omit if serving to people with nut allergies

 

Directions:
Preheat oven to 375 degrees
Lightly spray 12 muffin tins or place 12 paper liners….if I’m serving my family, I omit the liner to save a tree…okay a branch but it all counts…I line if taking outside the home
1.  In a large bowl, add dry ingredients; flour, sugar, (if using honey or other wet sweetner…add this to the wet) baking soda, salt and spices and mix really well.
2.  In a medium bowl mix the eggs to a froth and then add pumpkin, oil and flavouring extracts….add the honey or maple syrup etc. if choosing to not use refined sugars.
3. Add the wet ingredients to the dry and stir well without over mixing. For light, airy muffins stir until everything is just combined.
 
4. With a large spoon fill 3/4 of each muffin cup. Place a whole walnut on top
5. Bake for 20 minutes or until toothpick…I use a turkey skewer (again to save that tree) comes out clean.

Once done, let the muffins sit and cool in the pan for about 5 minutes and then gently remove muffins from each tin….let cool on a rack. Serve warm with hot tea or cider…..nothing says harvest like a delicious pumpkin muffin.

They are so easy to make….good thing as they don’t last long
My number 1 food critic, thumbs up for the muffins

Well harvest time is over, Halloween is over. It’s time to settle in and get ready for longer nights. Time to reflect on the year and the abundance of sweet memories.. Our family is already on the mend and hopefully we are wiser and will continue to make better food choices. Maybe this is something we can all work towards. For the good of our health, our family’s and for the world.

Each Halloween David carves a pumpkin for each child….this year we had one extra!!!…don’t get excited we are not pregnant….we had an extra pumpkin given to us…the more the merrier I always say

Before I end this blog, this is a very special day in our family since my brother in law D has a birthday today…so….Happy Birthday D!. You bring sweet music to our family.

 

My sister C and my brother in law D…..Happy Birthday!


“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”
~Henry David Thoreau~ Walden

Until I see you again, may you be well, happy and most of all…healthy.

Blessings from Hope

Kale Salad~Life is a Tapestry

/ Lee Reynolds

When I was a little girl, I dreamed I was going to be someone really important someday. I didn’t know if I was going to compose music, write a prize winning novel or teach something meaningful, but the sense of being really special shone within me. As I approach yet another birthday, and also reflect on the passing of a few acquaintances who have left the earth in the last 6 months, I’ve been thinking about my legacy. I still haven’t finished my book, although now I have several on the go but nothing completed. And although I have taken my children to countless music lessons and they are very accomplished musicians in their own right, I haven’t mastered an instrument myself, let alone composed anything memorable.

As far as teaching, well nothing comes to mind that is either original, unique or even meaningful. It seems like others are teaching me far more than anything I could impart upon this earth. And yet, that feeling that a piece of greatness resides in me.

Thinking about my life, reminds me of a story I heard during one of my life’s darkest moments. Have you heard the one about the little boy sitting underneath his mother’s piece of needlework? As he looked up at the underside of the fabric, all he could see was a jumble of threads, some dark and others brilliant. There were knots with frayed ends and loops here and there. Nothing made sense and when he asked his mother why it was so messy, his mother told him that he was looking at the wrong side of the fabric. He had to look at the finished side to see the completed picture. Only then would all the threads make sense and the picture be apparent.

Similarly, as we are in the midst of creating our life, we often forget to look at the bigger picture, We only see chaos and the various tragedies, instead of the beauty of our design. And we may never know the significance of all the threads moving in and out of our lives. When I step back and observe my life’s embroidery, I do recognize my legacy now and it is my family. No novel, or music composition could ever compare to the creation of our children. In them, my greatness lies.

 

 

 

Harrison on a beach in Vancouver (near Stanley Park) during Thanksgiving 2015

 

Kathryn and Victoria marvel over some squash and pumpkins from our garden…stay tuned for my spaghetti squash recipe

 

 

A few minutes before this Grace was sitting on a rock on the beach and a wayward wave came in and filled her shoes with water…..and yet she was still smiling for this picture….Thanksgiving 2015…Vancouver, B.C.

 

 

Kathryn and Victoria sitting on the pumpkins they chose while at our local pumpkin patch

 

Will at the pumpkin patch shining brightly
Harrison, Grace, Will, Kate and Victoria at Stanley Park in Vancouver, B.C….the totems were so beautiful! Each one so different and tells it’s own story

 

My oldest, Alyssa, who is constantly reminding me to hold fast to my dreams as I watch her reach her’s as she works and travels in the U.K.

 

My son Mitchell from last Christmas…..we just booked his flight home and I can’t wait for Christmas this year.  I’m so proud that he is living his dream and enjoying his University experience

 

The three older boys at our summer family get together

 

My oldest son Clark is in his last year of University. He is deeply woven into our daily life and is a great mentor for his younger siblings.We feel really blessed to have the experience of children leaving the nest…it’s then you realize what’s really important and how fast their childhood flies by

 

A rich, and glorious tapestry and each person is a shining thread

Although I’m sure my mother felt the same. I’m perfect just as I am. And so are you.

 

My mom, Ethel, left a masterpiece in her tapestry

As I move closer to my next birthday I’m feeling joy filled. Life is endlessly interesting and although it’s not always easy, nor make sense at times, isn’t that the point?

Also life is delicious~ can you believe that we are still eating each day from our garden? Today I went out to pick kale, tomatoes, carrots, beans, red cabbage and I even found a cucumber. Woohoo! Before I headed inside, I also picked some oregano, basil, and some green onions who have self seeded themselves. This is the longest we have ever gone growing produce and eating from our garden and it’s been amazing.

I brought everything in and made what I;m calling Hope’s Tapestry Salad. It’s basically everything that is still growing in our garden, along with an avocado, feta cheese, parmesan cheese, nuts and seeds. Try making a tapestry salad with everything you love…throw it all together and watch the magic happen.

Hope’s Tapestry Salad

Ingredients

4 large kale leaves
1 cup of grated red cabbage
1/2 cup grated carrots
1/2 cup cut up carrots
1/2 cup green beans
1 cucumber cut into large pieces
1 cup of Cherry tomatoes
Green onions…or red onions are great too
1 ripe avocado
1/4 cup of feta cheese
1/4 cup of parmesan cheese
handful of nuts and seeds…..I used walnuts and sunflower seeds
(My daughters and I love dried cranberries in this salad but if I want the boys to eat it…I omit them. If you love cranberries….add a large handful to this salad)
1 tbsp of lemon juice

Cut up all the vegetables/avocado to bite sized pieces and throw into large bowl, then sprinkle lemon juice on top. Mix up and add the parmesan cheese, feta cheese, nuts and seeds

Dressing

1/4 cup balsamic vinegar
3 tbsp of extra virgin olive oil
Splash of Braggs soy sauce
3 minced garlic cloves
basil and oregano leaves…I used fresh and cut them up but dried herbs work great too
Sea salt and fresh ground pepper 

Mix all ingredients together and add to the salad. The key with kale, is to ensure the dressing is massaged into all the leaves really well. Unlike most salads, a kale salad will only get better after you have added the dressing. I made this large salad for our lunch and it only got better by dinner time. Rawlicious as well! I’m going to miss my garden but I’m already dreaming about growing even more food next season.

Most of our children enjoy veggies but Victoria is our green baby…she hasn’t met one that she doesn’t like yet.

My raw food friend, Mimi Kirk, would be so proud. Check out her “chop chop salad” youtube video for more salad inspiration.

As the days get shorter and we have more time in the evenings to rest our bodies, I hope you have time to restore your soul, rejuvenate your spirit and continue to stay vibrantly healthy by eating lots of fresh veggies and fruit.

Let a tapestry of colours fill you with joy, peace and most of all……………………..love.

And before I close I wanted to share a song I have on my IPod that always reminds me how marvelous this life is and how quickly time flies. If you can’t see the video below check on the hyper link to Carole King’s song Tapestry. 

Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope

Havesting Wisdom~oops I meant Potatoes(potato wedges)

/ Lee Reynolds

Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.”
                                                                                                         ~Robert Louis Stevenson~

It’s harvest time on my homestead. A few weeks ago, we harvested the potato crop I almost didn’t plant for lack of room. Late in May, I was running out of garden space but when I saw the Yukon Gold seed potatoes at my garden centre, I couldn’t resist.

I dug deep holes at the edge of my garden and planted several prepared seed potatoes in each hole. I didn’t have much hope for them since my cucumber, squash and zucchini plants were also planted close by but you know, if you don’t plant it, nothing will grow.

After a few weeks, the first green shoots appeared and I quickly covered them with dirt and grass mulch from our newly mowed lawn. We had a hot, dry summer and I wanted to keep them nice and moist. By the end of August I had huge potato plants growing in mounded soil, all along the edge of my garden. The squash, cucumbers and zucchinis didn’t seem to mind sharing their space and everyone was doing their own thing.

Potatoes are the easiest thing to grow and amaze me every time I harvest them. You know they are ready to harvest, when the plant has withered and literally died back down to the earth. That’s when  you can get a shovel or fork and carefully dig down to see what has been growing underground.

From the looks of the garden, you wouldn’t think anything worthwhile is under the ground

I was not disappointed. Hole after hole was abundant with potatoes. The little girls helped me dig them up and were so excited each time they had a potato in hand, you would think they had found gold. Well, in a way they had found a treasure. Although we have a diverse agriculture industry in the Okanagan Valley, in the winter we rely a lot on crops from California. The continued drought there has meant higher prices at the market, making produce very expensive. Being sustainable at least part of the year, is such a gift…..but it takes time and energy.

I didn’t have to dig far before I found our first potatoes…..nice sizes too

As I watched the little girls dig in the garden, where moments before there had been old, decaying potato plants, I was thinking often in life the best treasures come to those who either have gone through darkness and come out the other side with their hearts full, or it occurs naturally as we age. Our wrinkles start appearing, our hair thins and goes grey, but inside, with a life time of living, our soul blossoms into a beautiful, compassionate and loving spirit.  We learn so much about life from nature.

Kate loves to dig in the ground…it feels so good and when you find food….WOW!
I love it too!
Treasures!

 

Victoria and Kathryn, didn’t want to stop for pictures…they were having so much fun digging up potatoes.

Since I’m an older mom to young children, I’d like to think that this is one of the spin offs for parenting later in life. Although I don’t believe that I personally have less energy than I did parenting our first children, I know that I’m aging, from my reaction to the precious moments in life, like witnessing little people digging for treasure and being thrilled by the smallest things in life….like potatoes. I don’t take these moments lightly anymore.

My sister C, said something really profound to me in one of her emails last week and it really spoke to me about harvesting wisdom. She wrote, “Mourning really turns a life around doesn’t it? The beauty is when, even though our hearts are broken open, they start to mend and everything feels renewed. You can reset and re-balance life in the new direction you’ve grown into.”

Yes, yes, YES! Kind of like how potato plants grow in the dark. When the plant finally dies and looks its bleakest, there is something beautiful left that can nourish and sustain us. And that is why, in my darkest moments, I know in the end everything is worthwhile. We just need to keep laying seeds and experiencing the deliciousness of life…..full of treasures. 

Last night, was one of those moments. We had a harvest moon party at our homestead. The kids were beyond thrilled, as while eating a yummy stir fry with lots of produce from our garden, we told them all about the harvest moon (also called a blood moon) that would be occurring later in the evening. After dinner, they were bubbling with excitement as they played in our hot tub. (a great way to save water….I can’t tell you how many times we have forgone a bath for a hot tub soak instead) Once they were little prunes, they dressed quickly into warm pajamas and gathered in the family room where I had popcorn ready and a Netflixs movie all ready to go. They watched a cute animated movie called, “The Croods,” about a prehistoric family, while we waited for darkness to drop her curtain. (I thought it was an appropriate movie since the family in the movie knew little about the world they lived in, yet they knew what was important)

The timing was perfect because once the movie was over, it was nearing 8 pm and was already dark in our part of the world. As we ushered our family outside, you could see the moon rising over the mountain, full and red. The children were in awe as they whispered, “this is better than Halloween!” 

We watched the sky for quite awhile and it took me right back to another eclipse when our oldest daughter was about 7 years old, her brothers were 4 and 1. I remember piling all the kids into the van and driving up the mountain, which hadn’t been developed yet. We got out of the car and stood in a field where we could see the expansive sky. Our baby at the time, Mitchell, was happily bundled in a backpack and his older brother Clark, just a preschooler, was bursting with questions about eclipses, the moon, our sun, and our solar system. It was one of those moments in time that you just know you are planting something deep into your child and fueling a passion.

As I was going down memory lane, our oldest son Clark drove down the drive way after being out with friends for the evening. He’s all grown up but still loves looking into the sky and learning about astronomy. As I watched his tall figure stand with his younger siblings, looking at the moon, I was overcome with joy that we were all together experiencing the wonders of living on earth. 

What are you harvesting this fall? With wisdom we use our energy to plant the seeds we want to witness growing. It’s rather EXCITING isn’t it? What do you want to grow?

Well, of course with our size of family, our potatoes haven’t cured long in the garage, and we are already enjoying them in meals. As I move our family closer to being fully vegetarian, with a strong movement towards eating raw foods, I help our older children transition smoothly into this way of eating by including their favourite…..which is yes, potatoes, for many of our evening meals.

Our oldest son Clark hasn’t ever met a potato he hasn’t liked…helping me with our potato harvest….it seems like a blink of an eye ago when he was a little blonde boy looking with excitement at a lunar eclipse

Recently, I made some lentil burgers, a salad, and of course my famous potato wedges. 

My wedges and lentil burgers…all ready for a harvest dinner

Hope’s Potato Wedges

Ingredients

8-10 cut up, quartered potatoes…with skins left on
1/4 cup of extra virgin olive oil
3 minced garlic cloves
1/2 cup of parmesan cheese
1 tbsp of cumin
1 tbsp of rosemary (I cut up some fresh from the garden)
Sea salt and fresh pepper to taste. 

Directions

Preheat oven to 450 degrees

Mix all ingredients really well, into a baking pan and put in oven for 30 minutes. Turn every 10 minutes to ensure they get well browned…we like them crispy.

Serve with homemade ketchup.…or delicious plain too.

My lentil burger, with homemade buns, salad and treasured pototoe wedges



Next year I plan to make a dedicated area for growing potatoes and want to grow enough to keep us going for a good portion of winter. How about you, do you have a place to grow one of the many varieties for your family?


As I close this post, I just wanted to share a song I love by Neil Young…. (if you can’t see the video below click on the hyper link)   Neil Young, called, “Harvest Moon.” I hope you have the time to listen to it as it’s dreamy and fills me with so much love for this time of year…and for my family and friends. Thanks for coming and being a part of my life. Together we are “Helping Our Planet Earth….aka being hope”

Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope

 

Black Bean Quesadillas~Summer’s End

/ Lee Reynolds

All summer long I have had a mantra. “With Grace and Ease” let summer unfold.” Now here we are nearing the end and I’m not ready to say good bye. Is it just me, or is saying goodbye hard for you too?                

Along our life’s path, our moments of letting go are numerous and I often feel that if I could just get this surrender thing down pat, then I would be ready to truly live in the moment. This easy, free flowing process eludes me, although I think I do a pretty good job based on how I feel. Happy and content most of the time. Tremendously grateful always. And yet, saying goodbye, or transitioning into another phase of life is tough for me.

Looking back, this past summer held so many lovely memories that I will hold close to my heart. A few highlights are the following……

Mitchell brought his guitar out when we went camping in July

 

Kate, Tori and Will, taking in the lake

 

This week was the hottest week of the whole summer…and of course we are camping!

 

Grace and Harrison are chilling but in the evening they are competitive scrabble players….lots of great words!

 

David and I on the rock behind our campsite

 

My best friend T comes to visit in July…I took her up the mountain behind our house and we snapped a selfie

 

My sister’s C and J, explore the lavender gardens after a morning of making lavender wreaths

 

I got some great ideas for garden design at the lavender farm….don’t you love this iron work?

 

Here’s the wreath I made…it smells great in our guest bath

 

While everyone isn’t looking in this picture (namely Will and Grace) I loved the picture of Sunny, my sister’s dog

 

My sister C and brother in law D, and their sweet dog, Sunny

 

 

The kids were endlessly bringing up great produce from our garden…I’d turn our whole yard into edible space but having a bit of lawn is a great source of mulch to retain the moisture in the ground

 

Our oldest Daughter Alysa came home for a brief time this summer as her best friend was getting married. We walked down to the lake one day and the smoke from forest fires was so thick that you couldn’t see all of the beach I think she was happy to return to London where she will spend another year teaching and experiencing life in the U.K.

 

Mitchell showing me his green transportation that he will use when he returns to University….I asked him if he was going to use a helmet and this is the look I got…..”Mom!”

 

When kids grow up, who knows when they will be together again? Alyssa and Mitchell the day before Alyssa returns to London

 

My sister C and I at our family’s goodbye party for Alyssa and Mitchell

 

A final, early morning huddle before Mitchell leaves for University….Alyssa flies out later the same day…BOO-HOO!

 

A final goodbye….have a great year at school Mitchell!

 

My first baby getting ready for the big trip back to the U.K. on August 31st….If you can go to London….you can do ANYTHING!

 

If I wasn’t reading about eating raw…I was reading about being a minimalist

 

Here comes a massive cucumber….looks like we are eating a Greek Salad tonight
Victoria and Dugan…..Aunti B and Uncle J’s new puppy…Victoria would love to KEEP HIM!….Below, Uncle J and Doogie….this puppy is so easy and laid back

 

 

My sister B and I on the morning that they are leaving…we were watching the owl in our birch tree
Will puts down his binoculars to say cheese with his beloved auntie, B

 

It’s hard to say Goodbye

 

Can you see the owl in our birch tree? He spent the whole day sleeping in our tree

 

 

At the end of the day, he left the tree and spent about an hour sitting on our roof…he was screeching like crazy every few minutes……really surreal! to see something so wild, so close.

 

Here are all the kids looking at the owl. D brought out his computer and matched up the owls vocals with a computer web site….looks like this is a great horned owl

We have had evening visits over the years with owls but we have never had one linger for the whole day around our house. It was a bit strange and then even more strange when I looked up the symbology of owls.  

If an owl has visited you, an incredible gift has been bestowed.

On the day of our owl visit, I dug up some potatoes and had Clark carry them up, since he LOVES them.

So many great moments. How was your summer? Will it be hard for you to say goodbye to it too?

I have glimpses of what the next season will hold. Our little girls started their first ballet class last week and they are beyond excited to be dancing at long last.

 

As I was sitting in the ballet school’s waiting room the other day, it occurred to me that this was the LAST, first day of ballet, I will ever experience. All of our daughters attended this ballet school and it was bittersweet thinking that the first day will never come again……and so is the nature of life.

There are firsts and lasts and it’s up to us to decide how we want to experience it all.

This month is the 50th anniversary of my Dad, Marvyne Derwent Clark’s death. I’m now older than he was when he passed away and in a way I feel I’m already living on borrowed time. When you live to an age beyond the age your parent(s) lived, there is a sense at any time, you could also be leaving the earth. We just never know, do we?

My mom Ethel and my dad Marvyne Clark

 

I remember my dad smiling always, and in the evenings I would fall asleep hearing him tapping away on his typewriter or playing his voilin.

 

My 3 sisters with mom and dad…I’m in Dad’s lap

 

Little did we know that Dad would only be with us for only a few years more

This weekend, since the weather was warm we heated the pool and the kids swam, albeit in rather cold water, in what I told them probably is the last swim of the season.

After a barbeque dinner, we roasted marmellows and ate s’mores, since the campfire ban had been lifted. We laid on the trampoline, bundled in blankets and under a star filled sky, we counted shooting stars and made wish after wish. Today, as David painted the window frames, (a job needing to be done before winter arrives) Harrison and I made “his” famous dish, “Black bean Quesadillas.

Earlier this summer he made them for the first time and they were outstanding. Today, he taught me how to make them and they did not disappoint. As our family moves towards eating mostly vegetarian meals, (me having dreams of being a raw vegan) this is definitely a favourite. It’s easy to make and economical, not to mention a healthy meal.

Join us in the kitchen and we will make it together.

Along with Physics, Pre Calc, and French, Harrison is taking “Foods” on line this term, I’m looking forward to LOTS of great meals this fall…..he’s such a natural in the kitchen

Harrison’s Black Bean Quesadillas

Ingredients

2-4 tbsp of Vegetable Oil
3 cloves of garlic 
1 red or yellow pepper
1 hot pepper (we used jalapeno)
1 onion (we used 1/2 white and 1/2 red)

1 tsp cumin
1 tsp chili powder
1 tsp red hot pepper flakes
1 tsp basil
1 tsp oregano
salt and pepper

2- 19 ounce cans of black beans
1-1/2 cups of salsa
8 whole wheat tortillas
2 cups of grated cheddar cheese

Directions

In a saucepan, heat oil and then saute the garlic, peppers, and onion. Add the seasonings and cook until onions are translucent.  Add the cans of well drained beans, and the salsa. Heat well and cook for 10 to 15 minutes on medium heat.

 

Lay a tortilla on a plate and add the bean mixture to one side. Sprinkle with cheddar cheese and fold over.

Cut in half and place on a lightly sprayed cooking pan. Place in pre-heated (425 degree) oven for 10 minutes. Carefully flip the tortillas and cook for an additional 10 minutes.

Serve with sour cream and top with grated cheddar cheese. This recipe serves 8-12 people. If you have left overs, this meal is perfect for freezing.

We served our quesadillas with basmati brown rice, a kale/Greek salad, and organic taco chips. You can choose the level of spice based on the salsas….we used a medium since we were serving them to our little kids, but our older kids like their food HOT AND SPICY.

D takes a break from painting…..and enjoy’s Harrison’s Quesadillas

 

I don’t know who likes eating outside, me or the kids….I like not having to sweep up rice, etc from the ground…they like being able to lay down when their tummy gets full

 

Kate, who can be a bit fussy about what she eats…loves these black bean quesadillas

Tomorrow will be the start of the last week of summer. As I spend this week, fondly remembering all the moments with my family and friends, I will also be thinking of my Dad, knowing that even though he hasn’t been physically with me for almost all of my life, he is right here in my heart. I wonder if the owl that came to visit us last week, wasn’t his spirit coming to remind me to enjoy the moments fully and let go with ease and grace.

Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope
Image result for google images and quotes about winnie the pooh, keep me in your heart

Kale Chips~Clear Vision

/ Lee Reynolds

I’m a big list maker. Ever since I can remember, I have made lists. Everything from the daily chores I want to accomplish, the books I want to read, places I want to travel and things I want to experience. Having laser eye surgery has been on my wish list for years now.

Each January, I update my master list. As I look over my previous year’s dreams, I’m always in awe over the things I have manifested. In the last 25 years, D and I have created a comfortable home and a beautiful family. It hasn’t always been easy, as most of our married life we have lived on one income and our last 4 children took a long time to come. Finally, after years of  “holding my vision,” followed by tremendous intent, focus and action, our family is complete.

As a mom to 8 children, our family’s needs are always at the top of my wish list. Making sure our kids have a comfortable place to call their own, space to dream and activities that feed their soul, has always been a top priority. Hence, doing some sort of renovation to our home each year or buying a new musical instrument, as well as saving for our children’s extra curricular activities, to accommodate their wishes, has been my prime focus..

 

Will starts cello lessons this fall

 

Our latest reno job…the new stairs to a room over the garage for Harrison to have his own space

Last January, priorities shifted slightly, after visiting my optometrist.

My already degraded vision had worsened once again and my Dr. had also discovered several small cysts on one of my eyes. These were most likely caused by wearing my rigid gas permeable contact lens, (RGP’S in the optical bus) too long each day. As I left his office, the health of my eyes was paramount to me. As D and I discussed the options later that evening, the idea to investigate laser eye surgery suddenly seemed to be the prudent thing to do. After all, if I were to purchase a new pair of
glasses as well as another set of RGPs with my latest prescription, that amount alone would pay for a good portion of my eye surgery.

On a referral from my optometrist’s office, I went to an eye clinic in Kelowna. (our nearby BIG city) The ophthalmologist who operates the clinic is well respected and the clinic itself has a good reputation.  After the eye exam, they told me that, YES, I would be a candidate for laser eye surgery. I was jubilant, until they told me the cost of the procedure. Bummer! On top of that, they mentioned that it may be a good idea to consider having my lens replaced due to my age. A large percentage of older folks develop cataracts and this procedure would circumvent this condition from occurring even though currently my eyes were in perfect health. (I didn’t mention that I live sustainably and throwing out perfectly good things, or lens in this case, wasn’t my idea of a good idea) Still, this was yet another thing to consider.

On the drive home, D and I were both quiet. How could we manage to come up with this amount
with an already stretched budget.

If I have learned anything in my years of manifesting dreams, it’s that you have to have the vision FIRST, before it can come to you. And so, I held onto the vision of having laser eye surgery.

Just holding the “intent” of having the surgery was enough at the time. I moved in the direction of having the surgery by taking the action of converting over to soft contact lens. Since wearing my RGP’S affects my cornea shape, I needed to allow the cornea to re-adjust and stabilize before surgery could even be scheduled. They said, I would have to be out of my RGP’s at least a month for each decade of wear. Since I have been wearing contacts for at least 3 decades, that gave me at least 3 months to come up with the means to pay for the surgery.

Shortly after having the consult in Kelowna, my boss from the Garden Centre called to ask me officially if I would be able to work for them in the Spring. This was another thing I wanted to do but I really didn’t see how it would be possible. The little girls were still small and still needed me at home full time. Again, I trusted things would work and told my boss that I would love to come in at least part time. I could work around D’s hours at home. Being available weekends, holidays and working the afternoon, early evening shift, would at least cover some of my eye surgery expense and allow me to experience getting back into the paid workforce which I desired.

My babies with their babies…before I know it they will be all grown up

It’s really a wonder how things fall into place when you make a commitment. After I told my bos that I would love to come back for another gardening season,  I ask my family for some support. I asked my oldest sister if she could time her spring visit around my work, so if we were falling apart, she could provide added assistance. Also, both of our older sons, who were attending University, agreed to help out where they could until their summer jobs started.

 

When my sister B comes to visit she never puts her feet up….except if we are looking at furniture

 

 

She is hands on
Clark starting his 3rd summer back at the Science Centre but he helped me work 2 full time weeks before his job started. Thanks Clark! Part of allowing a dream to come true is to trust that there will be people who step forward to assist it its manifestation.

 

 

  
One day after work I came to pick up Clark from his job at the Science Centre and I had to snap this picture. Here is my Environmental Science son sitting on a garbage can that asks, “Think, What can you do?” If we keep our eyes open, the Universe is always giving us assistance and offering the questions we need to ask ourselves.

 

 
Grace and Harrison were instrumental in allowing me to work this spring and helping my dream  come true…Thank you…have I told you what great kids YOU ARE!
I was elated. If I could make at least 1/2 of the cost of the procedure, maybe D, could come up with a creative way of finding the other 1/2. Somehow, I just kept moving in the direction. Believing that things would work out. I would wake up each morning and look out our bedroom window, imagining  someday seeing the beauty of the outdoors clearly without having to put my RGP’s or my glasses on
These are the flowers outside my bedroom door to our backyard.
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Things were falling into place really well in the Spring and somehow my family all helped me juggle and balance the family’s needs so I could work at the garden centre.The only thing was that D still hadn’t come up with a creative way for us to find the other 1/2 of the money necessary for the procedure. It just wasn’t there with all of our expenses and the kid’s  current needs..

 

Me working with the kale at my gardening gig…note the stylish glasses

Then one day my sister J, came for a visit. She knew I had been looking into having the surgery and I updated her on my progress, without telling her that finding 1/2 of the fee hadn’t materialized. That is when she told me that her oldest son E, who lives in Vancouver, had had laser eye surgery recently and it had cost 1/2 of the amount that I had been quoted at the Kelowna clinic. I was amazed and then a bit skeptical. Surely, there must be a catch. Perhaps his eyes didn’t require as much correction. Did he have astigmatism as well?

This was too good to be true but you know when a door opens, you have to walk through it. The next day D called the Vancouver office to book an appointment for me. Since he would have to drive me, I needed it to work around his work schedule.

He came home that night and said, “Great news. You can have your consult in Kelowna.” Apparently, once a month, a few of their staff come to Kelowna to conduct consults and attend to their patients who live in the Okanagan and need post surgery check ups. Things were starting to fall into place.

After meeting with M and J at their satellite office and hearing that yes, they would be able to do the PRK laser eye surgery on my eyes, I knew this was the direction I wanted to take. Everything had just fallen into place to allow my dream to come to fruition. First my spring job, my family stepping forward to assist and recently my sister offering another option that would allow me to afford the procedure. I would have to pay $300.00 dollars more than my nephew E paid. I would require something called, tissue sparing, where they use a finer laser. What I found most interesting was that the final package fee worked out to be exactly 1/2 of the cost that the Kelowna clinic had quoted.

When I had my first quote, I can remember saying to D that if it were 1/2 the amount, I could do it but the amount they wanted was just too much. That is why I never question my dreams now….when I put them out into the Universe, energy is always working behind the scenes to allow my dream to come through. As in this case, the Vancouver office does volume business and therefore can offer the service for less. When you have a dream you just have to hang on and keep believing that it WILL come true. Dream BIG!

After that, things moved quickly. They suggested I stop wearing my soft contact lenes and get a pair of cheap glasses and come back for a check up the following month. I haven’t worn glasses, other than my sunglasses for years and this was really hard to adjust to, especially at the garden centre. I would have to switch from my distance glasses to my reading glasses depending on my duties which was awkward. Somehow, I got through the season. At the end of June, I met with M and J again. They were both happy to see my eyes had stabilized and it was a go to book my laser eye surgery.

At last, my dream would be coming true. Little did I know I would experience more than corrected eye sight. A life altering epiphany was part of the package.

If you have read this far into my blog…wow! I know it’s long but there is a bigger story than just my laser eye surgery. Little did I know at the time but in two days, my eyes would see more than I had ever imagined. So grab a glass of ice tea and share in the rest of the story.

My surgery was scheduled for Thursday, July 30th. We had decided we would leave home first thing in the morning, which would give us sufficient time to arrive in Vancouver with enough buffer if the traffic was heavy. My surgery was booked for late in the day but we would have to stay over night since they wanted to check my eyes the following morning. Friday, July 31st was our anniversary.

The weather was beautiful Thursday. Blue skies and warm weather followed us as we drove out of our valley and headed to the West coast. I tried not to think of the actual surgery or all the waivers I would have to sign later in the day. I held the vision that everything would be great and go well.

I had made us a lunch and other than stopping for one quick bathroom break along the highway, we drove right into Vancouver. It was early afternoon and traffic was light. As D maneuvered our family van along the highway and over bridges, I reminded myself to enjoy the experience. The last time I was at the coast, was almost 3 years ago, when we were interning my mom’s remains. She was resting next to her mom and dad in the Aberdeen cemetary, close to where she grew up. Returning to the coast always feels like I was going home. I’m a Salmon in reverse,.going out to the sea, breathing deeply, feeling the oxygen fill my lungs and letting the flow guide me.

I hadn’t been into downtown Vancouver for a number of years and as we drove closer to the centre of town, the strangeness of everything took over. D finally found Hastings street which is where the clinic was situated but we would have to drive along East Hastings first before we got to West end where the office building was located. The traffic was thicker now. There were cars cutting in front of us, large buses pulling in and away from the curb. People were everywhere; on bikes, walking on the sidewalks, wearing all manner of clothing and carrying all sorts of gear; brief cases, yoga mats,  cloth grocery bags. Taxis were zipping in and out of traffic. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed and then.  I realized I really needed to pee. Really bad. I’m surprised I hadn’t the urgency before now as I had been drinking a lot of water all day, wanting to be well hydrated.

I asked D to find a place where I could use the bathroom and up ahead he saw a Starbucks coffee shop. They are practically on every other corner in Vancouver, Like an old time big city driver, he quickly changed lanes and pulled around the back of the building where they had advertised parking. Parking is not easy to find in the city and it’s not cheap but happily we parked in Starbucks small parking lot and we went into the coffee shop. As I went to the bathroom, he grabbed a Pike’s Place coffee with the coffee card my best friend, T had given him for driving the girls home from summer camp.

As I came out, smelling the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, D was there with a huge smile and waving his cup towards me.He loves coffee. I don’t. I’m more of a tea gal, although I appreciate the joy it gives D.

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We left the building and it was then, finally with my bladder empty, I felt like i could focus once again. I was able to look around. A few shops down, there was a beautiful community garden which made me feel so happy. It was nice to see veggies growing amongst sunflowers. D put his coffee in the car and we toured around.

After I felt restored by growing things in the middle of the city, we got back in the car, D with his coffee and me feeling a bit more balanced.

We hadn’t gone far and things changed. Drastically. Some of the store fronts were boarded over and others had graffiti painted on the walls. Once beautiful hotels, were falling apart and there was this grimy, unkempt air to everything. Then, I noticed the people. They weren’t walking in a purposeful fashion but were just singularly standing around, or in small groups talking, sitting on the sidewalk, laying on blankets, slowly pushing shopping carts. Probably loaded with all their worldly belongings. Then as we stopped for a light, I glanced down an alley way and saw a person stabbing their arm with a needle.

As quickly as we came upon this district, we moved through it and when I asked D where we were, he said we were now in the West Hastings district. Suddenly, the building fronts changed. There were high end shops, fancy restaurants and the office buildings were built of polished stone and glass. Each person seemed to be a fashion statement unto themselves. All were well dressed, perfectly coiffed, and carrying designer labelled shopping bags, leather brief cases or expensive purses. The cars around us as well, seemed to change and we were surrounded by shiny black Mercedes, BMW’s and Land Rovers.

Then the energy changed again as we drove by a sign that said, “filming in progress.” A further block down, a large, shiny bus turned towards us and on the side was a massive picture of the singer, Taylor Swift

D was checking addresses by this time and finally, he recognized the number for the Coal Harbour Eye Centre. It was located at the top of the building. The 27th floor. We drove a few blocks further until we found a place to park in front of large, well kept townhouses. Since we had made good time and were early, we decided to take our lunch and go for a walk. The Harbour was close, with lovely, tree lined walking trails and park benches scattered everywhere, beckoning us to come and sit..

I’m sure, to those of you who live in a city, this is not uncommon to observe. The contrasts of living conditions that is. We even have a few seedier parts of town within our own small community. Perhaps, I had lived too long in conservative, middle class luxury. I don’t know but my head was reeling. We walked for a bit and finally found a nice place to settle, where we could eat the salad I had made earlier in the day. It was filled with veggie’s from our garden and chunks of avocado and almonds from the market. It was blissful and yet, I couldn’t get over the scenes I had just experienced. The extremes of life teaming in the streets was overwhelming to me. I felt a bit nauseous.

Here I was about to have my eye surgery, pay several thousand dollars for the service, and there were people just a few blocks away who didn’t have food to eat or a safe place to live. As D and I talked about my feelings, which he too shared, we watched large yachts come and go out of the harbour.  A steady stream of people poured past us,, some walking and chatting easily, all nicely dressed, some jogging and wearing expensive running shoes. There were young women carrying little puppies in their purses and middle aged, well dressed woman pushing high end baby strollers. In the park bench over from us, an older man snoozed under a newspaper. Possibly a resident from East Hastings area, who had made his way up the street. I was on over load.

As we got up to leave, it was then that I saw a couple of sweet houseboat moored among large yachts on the dock. It made me so happy that I had to take a picture. (you know I’m into tiny houses) All of a sudden, Vancouver seemed to be a microcosm of the world at large and although there was a disparaging difference in social status and stations in life, everything suddenly had a place and fit.

I just fell in love with the houseboats in the middle of the dock full of large yachts….they made a great statement about how we as a society live our life…what do you see?

The rest of the afternoon flew by as an efficient group of professionals took care of my eyes. There were a few moments of anxiety but I would remind myself that this surgery is second nature to Dr. Kirzner and I was going to enjoy each moment. When they were actually doing the laser surgery, and I was laying on this high tech table, trying to stay perfectly still, I had this sense of being outside my body. I knew my body was on the table, under the laser as I could smell burning tissue, but I was flying amidst brilliant light filled energy and was at peace.

Having that experience alone, was worth it all but then as I was resting in the recovery chair
less than 15 minutes after having the surgery, I opened my eyes and for the first time ever, I could see clearly. The pictures on the walls, the doors down the hall, and even D who had come in to join me in the recovery room. Then the surgical assistant walked by and whispered, “rest your eyes.” That moment was something I will never forget. It was a moment that I had had before.  In my dreams.

I was the second last patient of the day and by the time we got out to the car, rush hour was upon us. As D drove us to our hotel, I just closed my eyes behind the sunglasses they had given me. Once at the hotel, for some reason I was exhausted. There were quite a few eye drops I had to use at regular intervals but between those, I rested. Falling asleep easily. Finally, at 8 pm I woke up starving and we decided to venture out and get some dinner. We didn’t travel far and found the Ole Spaghetti Factory.

It was absolutely a delight being waited on. Not having to make dinner, clean up or wash the dishes. You could have given me anything to eat and I would have appreciated it but my Thai Pasta was truly delish. Being with D was new again. We are so used to having our children around us 24/7, that it’s quiet and empty when it’s just the two of us. We talked about our life, the trip and our dreams for the future.

Day 2 after my eye surgery…..coming out of our hotel and the day is gorgeous

 

Trying to do a selfie with my 6’2″ husband…33 great years!

My appointment the next day went well. Without a hitch. My contacts hadn’t moved. They are like bandages and cover the eyes until the outer surface, called the epithelium, grows back.Although it would have been exciting to spend the rest of the day in Vancouver, since there was going to be fireworks and music in the evening, I didn’t know how I would be feeling later and so we drove home.

Before leaving the coast though, we stopped in at the Aberdeen cemetery to sprinkle some dried lavender on my mom and both sets of grandparents graves. Then we continued through the Fraser Valley, heading east towards home.

As we were driving into my old hometown, I had to take a picture of this sign which really is how I live my life……

As we left the highway I quickly snapped this picture heading into the place I was born

David and I decided to stop for lunch in Hope and visit my Dad’s grave. I found it easily, as there is a little pinwheel next to his marker. As I said Hi to Dad and shook the remaining dried lavender blossoms on his grave, the wind suddenly picked up even though it had been still only a moment before. It whooshed in and the little buzzing bee pinwheel spun and spun. I could  feel Dad smiling and felt love all around.

My Dad, Marvyne Derwent Clark…born in April of 1920 and died in Sept of 1965

After visiting mom who was laid to rest next to her mom and dad and seeing Dad’s parent’s together, I felt kind of sad that Dad was all alone. Then I noticed all the babies buried around him.I had lost my Dad when I was small, and many parents had lost their babies all too soon as well but my Dad and their babies were together. Reminded me that we are all connected on this earth. Coming in and going out. But while we are alive, do we remember our connection?

The trip had been filled with so many insights.

The kids were so happy to have us home as we seldom leave them for more than a few hours but they took care of each other and did really well while we were away. My eyes have been healing really fast and when I went in for a check up on the following Tuesday morning, my Dr. was able to remove my contact lens/bandages. Since then, my eye sight has been getting better and better.

The images I saw when driving from East to West Hastings didn’t leave me. As well as visiting my parents and grandparents graves. I am very aware that life is brief. We only have a blink of an eye to do what we need to do on earth, see what we need to see, and to make a difference. As my vision healed, I have been asking myself what I can do. What kind of difference can I make in the world. How can I remind the world that we are one. Then I had another revelation. I’m already well on my way.

I have been drinking my green drink each morning. I go out each morning with my little ones in tow. We collect kale, swiss chard, parsley, carrots, spinach, cucumbers and add an apple from the fridge. I juice it and then pour my green juice into a blender which has crushed ice, some almond milk, a few tbsps of ground flax seed, a banana, some yogurt and finally a few scoops of my “All Greens” powder. I blend it and sit somewhere peaceful and drink it. Our little kids love it so much and get really excited when they hear my juicer start. Our skin is all glowing.

Tori was so happy to have her mommy home and asks all the time how my eyes are doing….don’t you LOVE the glasses…the boys say they remind them of the wrestler (Randy Savage) who used to wear something similar

 

Tori giving Kate a “squeezes hug”…she is very touchy feely and loves to get close

Sometime throughout the morning, I sit and meditate on my yoga mat and then I do some sun salutations, work on my plank, my bridge, a shoulder stand and finally a balancing pose. The little kids sometimes join me in doing a downward dog and cat stretches. They like animal poses.

I have been working in my garden, harvesting herbs and setting them up to dry. I have picked our hot peppers and dried them in the food dehydrator (see me using it for my Kale chips below)

Looking back over the whole experience to repair my vision, I realized that I’m not just seeing things clearer with my eyes but with my heart as well.

My beautiful sunflowers…bees just love them!

 

The kids all help me pick beans….isn’t my garden lush…but the grass sadly is so dry. My next vision is less grass and more food…an edible oasis for a backyard

 

Will often eats more than he puts in his bowl

 

Taking a break to have a drink of water and thinking how lovely my cultivator looked lying still…sometimes we have to just be to really see

 

I’ve run out of room in my laundry room drying rack and moved my peppermint out to the garage…oh fragrant tea!

While it makes me sad that we live in a world with such diversity with regards to wealth, I realized that if I want things to change, I have to hold the vision of how I want the world to become. I would love for everyone to be able to have clear vision if that is their desire. Why should anyone have blurry vision when there is the technology to improve eye sight? Why should anyone go hungry, when there is food enough in the world but often it’s just a distribution issue. Surely, this is something we can solve. Why should anyone be homeless when so many of us have more rooms than we need? Why should there be medicine and yet some people are not able to access it? This list goes on.

Our world is changing though. I can see it and feel that things are moving from polarity into a unified energy field. We are coming around to the idea that we are one. That every action on earth as a reaction.

Then it also occurred to me that before I can heal the world, I have to start by healing myself.

I AM taking those steps by having my eye surgery and caring for my own health, eating as healthy as I can, practicing my yoga, staying connected to spirit with my meditation, working in the garden with my plants and my little people. And now taking time to blog about the journey, and all the people who have touched my life, are touching my life. Hopefully, making me more loving and compassionate. .

It starts with a vision.

What is your vision?

As you contemplate that question and think about your dreams, perhaps you’d like to make the following Kale Chip recipe and listen to the following song. I’ve been singing it a lot lately. Humming it under my breath, I can see clearly now.

Check it out…if you can’t see the video below, click on the hyper-link. Thanks for coming and visiting…I hope to see you soon. Here is the video of Johnny Nash’s song called, “I can see clearly now.” I hope you enjoy it…

It’s going to be a sun shiny day!

Before I went on our trip, I discovered a great Kale Chip recipe. It comes from the book called, “Live Raw” by Mimi Kirk. The recipe is below but check out her You tube video where she makes the chips. I love her! If you want further inspiration, check out her marvelous web site.

Each time I watch her, videos, her energy resonates with me and more and more, I’m eating raw. If you have some Kale and are wondering what to do with it, try making these crispy chips.Thanks Mimi…your vision to spread love and wisdom for healthy living is coming through loud and clear. Also, I have been thinking that when we eat raw, we vibrate with light filled energy…and that is a great state in which to manifest our dreams. Enjoy!

Mimi Kirk’s Kale Chip Recipe

Ingredients

1-2 bunches of curly or dino kale
For one bunch use the following measurements, for 2 bunched double the recipe.
5-6 tablespoons virgin olive oil
4-5 tablespoons gluten free tamari, depending how salty tasting you like them

Nutritional yeast, I just pour on top and mix with tongs until leaves are coated. It’s your choice how cheesy you like them. I like them cheesy.
Sprinkle in seasonings of choice, example; cumin, curry, pizza seasoning, or none if you prefer, it’s good just with the nutritional yeast.

Directions.

Remove stem from kale and place in a bowl. Try to obtain large pieces as the kale shrinks in the dehydrator.
Pour the olive oil on top and mix with tongs until leaves are coated. Add the tamari and mix again. Lastly, add nutritional yeast and any seasonings you choose, and mix again. Nutritional yeast get thick when damp, so make sure to scrape sides of the bowl to incorporate.
Place on mesh screen of dehydrator tray and spread out somewhat. One bunch of kale will usually make 3 trays. Dehydrate 3 or more hours at 105–110 degrees until crispy like a potato chip.

Fresh kale from the garden…after juicing and making salads with it…I love to make Mimi’s kale chips…

 

My kids love it too and now I wish I had planted more Kale!

 

The dehydrator makes really crispy kale chips and is a really useful appliance if eating raw food is your thing

 

Even Harry likes it and that is telling you something

 

Thanks again for hanging in there and reading this whole blog post. I know it was L o n g….I appreciate you visiting so much and helping me ….”Heal Our Planet Earth”….let Hope be our vision.

Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope

Cherry Squares~Summer Delight

/ Lee Reynolds

A life without love is like a year without summer. ~Swedish Proverb

Spring literally flew by for me with hardly a moment to think, let alone time to reflect and write a blog post. I missed you all though.

I started working at my gardening gig on Earth’s day, April 22nd. An appropriate day to start working with plants and helping our customers plan their garden don’t you think? 

Here’s a shot of the north end of our garden centre

 

Inside our greenhouse

 

My favourite place….the veggie section

 

I was blessed to have some GREAT co-workers who made coming to work FUN!

 

Another amazing co-worker…making life in the veggie section even better
When you would pay your boss to work, you know you have found the right job….more beautiful co-workers
The garden is the perfect place to transform……here’s a butterfly on our marigolds

 

And marvel over endless beauty

 

So yeah Spring flew by immersed in Kale and Flowers….check out my glasses…more about that later

 When I wasn’t working at the garden centre, I was trying hard to be a good mom but gosh is it ever a balancing act. I think the kids kind of like me though, as they gave me some thoughtful Mother’s Day gifts in May; handprints, flowers, poems, a gift certificates good for chores like lawn mowing and more. Did I mention that I have great kids?


 The rest of May flew by in a blur, with a 4th birthday party for our twin daughters at the end of the month. The theme was “Bugs and Butterflies” which was a big hit with Kathryn and Victoria.

 

This butterfly cake was super easy to make…just ask me about it.
Victoria is trying to hit the ladybug pinata I made for the party…now that would have been a blog post unto itself!



After the girl’s 4th birthday on May 20th, it was a quick slide into June with a mad dash to plant my own veggie garden. It was quite a challenge keeping it weed free though….I did eventually spend an afternoon and weeded it and promptly put freshly mowed grass clippings around the plants to keep them moist but also weed free. Stay tuned for a more updated picture of the garden in posts to come.

I REALLY like the location of all the plants this year….I did LOTS of research into companion planting this year…note e basil next to the carrots and tomatoes….the onions and marigolds are all around the outside of the garden which hopefully will create a barrier for insects

I was blessed to have my oldest sister visit. I love it as she knows exactly how to help….she always heads straight to my laundry room when she arrives…AND since she is a master at organizing and decluttering, she always brings me hand-me downs.

Ta Da….new hoodie and shoes!!!….don’t you just love hand me downs?

 

My generous sister B with Victoria and Kathryn

  June arrived and flew by in a flurry of piano and voice concerts, a piano exam, soccer games, final school exams, year end parties and beach days and our traditional music school Country Fair. It ended with Will’s 6th birthday party at the Science Centre. I can’t believe our little guy is 6 years old!

Will’s rocket ship birthday cake that I made for him for his Science Centre party

 

Who knows what his future will be? When asked recently what he wanted to do when he grows up he said, “An engineer and a chef.” ….maybe he will be both


Will’s actual birthday, June 25th fell on the kid’s last day of school. We celebrated the beginning of summer with a slurpee. Yes, our family is healthy, we drink green drinks, eat lots of veggies and stay active, but we all enjoy a slurpee now and then too.

Welcome Summer!

Summer arrived and we headed to Okanagan lake for a week of camping. What a week! We experienced thunder showers, epic high temperatures (39 celsuis…and yes there are people in the world who think Canada is COLD!), in which Katie was sick with heat stroke, most of us came down with swimmer’s itch and finally there was a camp fire ban since the temperatures were extreme and our Province is so dry. Boo! as our one of our favourite things each day is to have a crackling fire in the evening in which we can toast our s’mores! So Yummy!

Here are a few pics of the highlights…

Oh Bliss….the water was the perfect temp

 

Will took part in a “learn to fish” program put on at our campground

 

Happy Campers

 

Mitchell came out for the first weekend and brought his guitar….he’s so talented

 

Hiking up the beach trail and taking a moment to snap a picture

 

Harrison went into town each day for a basketball camp so was only with for short amounts of time….but enough time to enjoy the experience of being in the great outdoors and appreciate a real bed.

 

Grace balancing on the paddle board. She took lessons and is a natural1

  

David and I behind our campsite….see the lake in the background. Gorgeous!

 

Now you know why I didn’t have much time to blog this spring and early summer.  Life has been full of work, milestones memories and wonderful experiences. 

Another highlight, was when the little kids and I picked our first big harvest of cherries from our two trees in our backyard. The trees (a Lapin and a Lambert) were loaded and we even had enough to share with others this year. That is always a nice feeling when you grow food.

I have so many memories when I pick cherries. My first is when I was a teenager living in the Creston Valley, known for its productive fruit trees. I made a nice sum of money picking cherries one summer and got a really good tan…back in the days when a tan was something to be coveted.

Another memory was when I was 25 and my step father had just passed away in April, leaving my mom with a large house and property to maintain. My sisters and brother in laws got together one weekend in June and picked cherries from her mini orchard. I thought I would never look at another cherry again but it was really nice to be able to hand mom a bit of money from the cherry sales at the local farmer’s market.

I hope my kids have a few nice cherry picking memories. For many years we picked the cherries hanging over the fence from our neighbour’s tree (they gave us permission and they never picked any cherries) We would get enough cherries from our side of the fence to be able to freeze a nice lot of cherries and we always made my mom’s cherry square dessert each year. Now that we have our own trees, I hope our little ones create their own memories.

I am trusting that summer will continue to unfold with grace and ease. Picking cherries and taking the time to make my mom’s Cherry Square recipe was a nice start. If you are looking for a lovely, easy cherry dessert this is it. Add a dollop of ice cream or whipping cream and you have something really special to serve your family. Here’s one of our family’s summer dessert recipes….

My Mom, Ethel’s Cherry Square Dessert

Filling Ingredients

5 cups of fresh pitted cherries (this is the only time consuming part of this recipe)
1 cup water
1/2 cup sugar

Put the above ingredients into a medium saucepan. Bring to a boil and then simmer for about 20 to 30 minutes. Mash a bit and then add

a mixture of 1/4 cup cornstarch with a bit of water...enough until you have made a paste.
Add the cornstarch paste to the cherry mixture. Stir it in well.

Simmer a bit more until mixture is clear

Let cool

In a large bowl add:

1-3/4 cup rolled oats
1-1/2 cups all purpose flour…I use 3/4 cup of whole wheat and 3/4 of white flour
1/4 tsp baking soda
1 cup of brown sugar or sweetening ingredient of your choice
 Optional: 1 tsp cinnamon

Cut  into this mixture,
3/4 cup of cold butter or margarine

Lightly grease an 8×8 baking dish….I used a 9×13 but the squares were not as deep

Press 1/2 of the rolled oat/ flour/butter mixture into the baking dish

Spread cooled cherry filling over the first layer

Press the remainder of the oat/flour/butter mixture on top of the cherry filling

Place in pre-heated oven 375 degrees for 35 minutes

Serve warm with a dollop of whip cream or a scoop of vanilla ice cream or frozen yogurt.

Absolutely great cold too! This dessert doesn’t last long around here.

 

 

A piece of my mom’s cherry square dessert on her “Forget Me Not” china…..love you mom!

I hope this blog post brings you up to date on life around Lakelin Reach (our urban homestead) and your summer also unfolds beautifully.

Recently my sisters and I visited a lavender farm…more about that in future posts and this was a quote that was in the garden….if I were a tree, I think I would be a cherry tree. 

Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope




Minimalism~Lentil balls~Hope is a Feather

/ Lee Reynolds

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –

~By Emily Dickinson~

Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

 

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

 

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,

It asked a crumb – of me.

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   I know it may seem that I have dropped off the face of the earth by my lack of blogging of late but that WOULD NOT  be the case. I am very much alive and well, living fully, experiencing life to the max with no time to even stop to connect with my friends and family.

   At times on my path, life is so intense that I don’t even have time to stop and recognize the signs along the way. The signs that guide me on my path and give me the courage to keep going. I have written before about finding feathers and how I believe they are my sign posts that I am on the right path. Lately, I have been seeing them everywhere. They are on the wood floor when I wake in the morning and are in front of me as I move through the day. They keep me going and keeping hope alive in my heart.
    Since I last wrote so much has transpired. We hosted our garage sale which was really successful. We even sold our 6 foot fake pre-lit Christmas tree, which my boys bet wouldn’t sell in April…but it did. What we didn’t sell, we donated to a few charity groups the following week and now there are only a few loose ends to tie up after our mass spring de-cluttering project. Here are a few pictures from our garage sale.
Grace selling popcorn, cookies and lemonade

 

Harrison giving me thumbs up on our Earth day garage sale

 

Just a sampling of things we no longer need….sad to see our little Tykes car go but the little boy that got it was thrilled

 

David strung up a clothes line onto Harrison’s basketball pole/net

 

Here is monkey and my baby bear in a suitcase I have had since I was small. This is a good sample of something I have been carrying with me through life but it wasn’t serving me any longer. A man came along and said the bear was exactly like his baby bear he had had as a child and was so happy to take suitcase and all. Seeing his smile as he picked these old lovies up made me happy.

All in all our Earth Day garage sale was a big hit. Right after the garage sale, David went to pick up our son Mitchell from the University of Victoria, where he has been going to school this year. It was a long weekend for David to help me with the garage sale on Saturday morning and then to drive out and back to the coast over the weekend. It was so good to hug my son and welcome him home after his first year away at University.  Seven of our Eight chicks are back in the nest for summer.

I started working at the Garden Center on Earth day and I have been juggling work, home and family since then. It’s tough. I’m trying to make healthy meals for our family while keeping all the balls in the air. We are trying to make so many big changes in our life right now and it stretches me to my limits but the feathers keep me going. They remind me that it’s all worth it. We all needs these kind of signs on our path. What are you finding to keep you going?

Before I close this post though, I thought I would include another recipe that we have added to our repertoire of fav, quick vegetarian meals. Since I kind of feel like a juggler with all the activities as balls in the air, how appropriate to share a lentil ball recipe. I threw it together so fast that I didn’t even have time to take any photos, although I took a quick photo as I pulled the lentil balls out of the oven.

And another one before I ate leftovers the following day.

The photo above, is a picture of the left over lentil balls on my pasta for lunch the next day. I also served it with a great salad which I also didn’t take a picture of. Everything gets consumed too fast here and well, taking pictures for my blog is not at the top of my list….feeding my family is the priority.

I wanted to give you the dressing recipe I used for our salad though as it was delicious. My mother in law Doreen, used to make the most amazing ranch dressing and I always used to ask her how she made it. She never gave me the exact measurements, probably because she had made it for her family for so long and didn’t need to measure it any longer. Anyway, I always was trying to make it and I think I finally have it down. (does this sound right Doreen?)

So here is my recipe for lentil balls…perfect on top of the pasta of your choice….and Buttermilk/dill dressing for a yummy green salad to accompany your lentil balls.

Hope’s Lentil Balls

Ingredients

1 cup of dry lentils (I used green but you could use brown or green and brown)
21/2 cups of water or vegetable broth
3 tbsp of ground flaxseed
1/3 cup water
2 tbsp olive oil
3  minced garlic cloves
1 small onion, finely chopped
1 small red bell pepper diced really fine…although this is opt
1 carrot finely grated
1 celery stalk, finely diced
3/4 cup of oats
1/2 cup of finely ground oats
1 tsp of dried thyme
1/2 tsp of cumin
1/2 tsp of garlic powder
1/4 to 1/2 ground chipotle pepper
sea salt and pepper to taste

Directions

Rinse lentils. In large pot add 2 1/2 cups water with lentils. Bring to a boil, reduce heat, cover and simmer for about 40 minutes, stirring occasionally.

 

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

 

 

 

In small bowl combine flax seed with 1/3 cup water, set aside for at least 10 minutes, preferably in the refrigerator. This will act as a binder and will thicken nicely upon sitting.

 

 

 

Prepare vegetables. In saute pan heat oil or water over medium heat. Saute garlic, onion, bell pepper, carrots and celery for about 5 minutes. Add spices mixing well to incorporate. Set aside to cool.

 

 

 

 Blend the lentils in a food processor until they form a paste.

 

 

 

Combine sauteed vegetables with the lentils, oats, oat flour and flax, mix well. Taste, adding salt and pepper as needed, or any other herb or spice you might like. Form small balls and place in a baking dish, spray or line with tin foil (sprayed). Cook for 30 to 40 minutes at 350 degrees. 
Eat them on top of pasta or on their own. This mixture can also be formed into lentil burgers….or even as a loaf. Make a pot of rice, toss a salad and you have a really quick and healthy meal.

Here’s the recipe for Buttermilk/dill dressing that we made for our salad….I love it and may never go back to my Hidden Valley dressing again. I love making food from scratch and cutting down on packaged foods.

As close to Doreen’s

Buttermilk Ranch Dressing
Ingredients
1/2 cup sour cream
1/2 cup buttermilk (I just use 1/2 cup of milk and add 2 tbsp lemon juice)
1/4 cup mayonnaise
2 minced garlic cloves
1/2 tsp sea salt
1/4 pepper
1 1/2 tsp of dried dill
1/4 cup freshly chopped chives….starting to bloom in my garden now
2 tsp of lemon juice
Instructions
Combine all ingredients in a glass bowl. This dressing will keep well in the fridge up to 3 or 4 days. Great for dips. My kids were dipping their crazy bread before dinner.

I don’t know what’s going on in your life but if you are having a tough time, or life is throwing a lot of challenges your way, I hope you remember that you don’t have to hold your head up higher than your heart. I pray that the feathers are abundant for you and when you see them you know you are on the right path. You ARE LOVED!

If you need any musical inspiration before we say goodbye, I’ve included a really cool song by Jack Johnson called, “Hope”….of course hey

If you can’t see the link below since you are using an apple product…click on the hyper link above.

I love the following quote….the BEST part is actually what comes next……

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you’ve imagined. As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler.

Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope 

Energy Bars and Quick Declutter Tips

/ Lee Reynolds

Welcome!

Spring is here and our de-cluttering project is still in full swing. We have a garage piled with things slated for our upcoming garage sale. If anyone were to drive by when our garage door is open they would think we were hoarders! We still have a few areas to comb through; our camping equipment, my gardening shelves and D’s workbench. Hopefully, during our upcoming long Easter weekend, we can complete these tasks and then prepare for our garage sale the next weekend.

We are coming into our busiest season of the year, continuing with the children’s year long activities but in the spring we add non-stop soccer, a voice festival, and a piano exam. In addition, our 16 year will be refereeing soccer once again which adds more trips to the playing fields. Also, in a few weeks we will go and collect our University son and bring him home for the summer. Both of our older boys will be working hard throughout the summer at their respective jobs, so we will be doing lots of transportation juggling as well.

And as if that weren’t enough, I have agreed to work at the garden center, where I started working last year, which will start at the end of April and go for a few months. I loved it, but juggling our large family commitments is not an easy task. So I thought I would make some energy bars the other day to start gearing up. I’ve started lifting weights again and the added protein will help me recover faster.

These energy bars went as quickly as it took to make them, so I thought this was something I wanted to share with my blog friends. My older sons aren’t crazy about dried fruit in their bars and although my last recipe (I blogged about it last year) called for dried cranberry, (which I personally love) these do not have any fruit, hence they went fast

The next time you have a busy week and  need some quick, nutritious snacks, make a batch and put them in a tin for your special people. Celebrate Spring~

Quick Ready for Spring Energy Bars

Ingredients

1 1/2 cups oats
1/2 cup sunflower seeds
1/2 cup chopped almonds
1/2 cup chopped walnuts
4 tbsp of protein powder (I used unflavoured whey powder I bought at our local bulk store)
2 tbsp of cocoa
1/2 cup honey
1/2 cup peanut butter (just peanuts)

Directions

Add the oats, sunflower seeds, almonds, walnuts, protein powder and cocoa into a large mixing bowl and combine well.

Kate and Victoria enjoyed mixing all the dry ingredients


Stir in the honey and the peanut butter and mix really well, until it is well combined.

Now for the peanut butter and honey, yummy!


Press into an 8×8 glass baking pan…Layer it first with parchment paper for easy removal

Put it in the fridge to set up…a few hours

Cut into bars, the size of your choice. Eat and get energized

Once cut and put on a plate they flew into my kid’s mouths. I was lucky to take a final shot of the end product

 

And now with that extra energy, you can join me in continuing the de-cluttering process.
Recently, when a friend of mine heard about our move towards minimalism and our big de-cluttering project, she sighed and said, she didn’t know where to start. Like me, she is busy with her family and she has years of stuff accumulated from her children. While they are older, she is dealing with lots of childhood memorabilia. I was thinking of what I have learned and thought I would share FOUR quick de-cluttering steps that got me going, even BEFORE I started going drawer by drawer and closet by closet, which may help you if you are feeling overwhelmed and don’t know where to start. These are not just steps to build the momentum you need to then move to drawers and closets but a good practice to maintain all the time so things don’t get out of hand.
Four Quick steps to assist you towards de-cluttering your home
1. Keep the kitchen sink clean
Further to number 1: Go through your house as you would normally and do a regular clean. Start in the kitchen first and make sure all the dishes are washed, cleaned and put away. Years ago, I found the flylady website, which teaches systematic cleaning and organizing. Although, I’m highly organized already, I didn’t need help in that area but as we added more children to our family, it took more time for me to get through my daily cleaning routine and I needed some help.
What flylady recommends is to make sure your kitchen sink is always clean because that is a pivotal place of power in any home. If things are not clean at that station, then the energy just doesn’t flow well anywhere. When my kids were babies, sometimes just having a clean sink was my goal. (and getting dressed everyday)
2. Pick Up All Loose Garbage
Further to number 2: As you move through your house, clear out all garbage cans and pick up any loose garbage lying around. I don’t know about you but in our house there always seems to be empty bags from stores even though we are consciously moving in the direction of zero waste by not bringing any extra packaging or bags into our house. For instance, before Spring break, Will came home from kindergarten with a plastic bag abundant with art projects from his kindergarten teacher.. These things just migrate into our home and multiply like the dust bunnies under our beds.
Another area that is quick work in filling your recycling bin, is at the kitchen desk (or wherever your family drops things when coming in from outside the home; keys, mail, etc.  Even though, as a society we are moving towards using less paper, it arrives silently and lands on my desk. Flyers advertising various camps and activities for the kids, notices from school that aren’t emailed, little things I clip from our local newspaper. Lately,  job ads for my University son. (am I ever becoming my mother!!! She always collected little pieces of information she had found in the newspaper or  magazine for us girls) Anyway, you get the picture. Get it out to the recycling bin and clear up the paper trail in your home. Then try to be mindful about not bringing it home. Keep this landing spot cleared of clutter.
3. Get Rid of Duplicate Household Items
Further to number 3: As you  are putting things in order, look for any items that are duplicates. Recently, I noticed that I have many duplicates of things, not just in my kitchen but in my bathroom. I found a second punch bowl for instance and it was a no brainer to let the second one go into our garage sale pile. (Set up a donation box somewhere in your house and when it’s full decide where the contents are going to go)
For a second, my thought process was that one punch bowl could be filled with punch and the other one would look great filled with popcorn, a big snack fav in our house but then I said, “oh Hope, when was the last time you did that?…you need help!” and I let the second one go into the garage sale pile.
As I was blow drying my hair, I realized I had a second curling iron that I must have been keeping in case the first one breaks. I don’t even curl my hair and the few times I curl Grace’s hair, I certainly don’t need two irons. (and really do I need even one?) Don’t even ask me about how many cookie sheets and muffin tins I have. These are easy things to clear out as you are putting away your regularly used pieces. This added space in your drawers and cupboards will allow you to put the things you really need away or retrieve easily. Get rid of your duplicates.
4. Remove Any empty Bottles/toiletries in Your Home
Further to number 4: We are notorious for purchasing new shampoo, soap and lotion before we have completed our current bottle. I’d like to share a shampoo recipe with you so you don’t have to buy any bottles but that will have to be a future blog. That is ideally the direction to take but if you are like me, we do occasionally buy toiletries at the store and at any given time an array of nearly empty bottles are in our bathroom. Do a clean sweep.(ha) Pull the almost empty bottles out and use the product and then recycle the bottle. (Better yet, fill it with homemade shampoo or lotion and don’t buy another….I’ll do a blog about making our own toiletries soon)
I’ve been really good at clearing out our bathroom but when I did a sweep recently, I was surprised to find an abundance of almost finished products or expired items. (do you have old mascara bottles for instance?) I had been keeping several empty bottles for the kids to play with in the bathtub but really, how many do they need!Actually, none and instead I trade that for old funnels and beach buckets that we use in the summer and can use in the bath. (Also, although they don’t play with their little Fisher Price people on a day to day basis, when I let them have them in the tub, all of a sudden they are fun again.)
The kids also went to the dentist recently and received new toothbrushes but instead of throwing out the brushes they have been using since Christmas, I noticed everyone now had two brushes.  Their old, well worn one and their new one. Before both look like the former, I went through and threw out all of the old brushes. Yuck hey! When you have 6 kids, currently in the house, that is a lot of brushes! Get rid of them! Remove your empty bottles and toiletries.         
Well, those are some quick tips for moving things out quickly. It’s funny how papers/newspapers, bottles, plastic bags and extra items that are just duplicates of what we already own, come into our home. Well that is life. It’s a continuous process of acquiring and letting go but to make our life simpler, start asking yourself, before your purchase, “do I need this item?”
Recently my husband D’s coffee grinder went kaput. In the past, we wouldn’t have given it a second thought. We would have added buying a new one to our list the next time we were out but instead, he started thinking about how he might grind his beans .We tried our blender and if it were a Vitamix, it might have fit the bill nicely but it’s just a regular blender. Great for smoothies but not much else. He was going to try my new food processor and see if it would work but in the meantime. when we were at Costco a week ago, he found a bag of already ground, Seattle’s Best coffee, and happily he bought that. He was really happy!          
For now, we have deferred the purchase and the next time my processor is on the counter, we will have to try the last of the beans to see if it will work and hopefully we won’t need to purchase a coffee grinder. Except, it does an awesome job at grinding my flax seed, so time will tell but at least we are really conscious about our consumption. The energy it takes to earn the money to buy another coffee grinder and the energy it takes from our earth to make another one for our home, plus having to recycle the one we had…well it’s all energy isn’t it?
Well that’s my blog for today. I’m heading out to enjoy some of the sunshine and assess my garden before the kids come home from school. My sister was saying she has things planted already and she lives just 20 minutes away from us, where winter lasts a bit longer, so I’d better get going if we want any kale, lettuce, arugula, spinach, carrots, turnips, potatoes, beets, onions, sweet peas, etc.
When we plant our seeds they produce abundantly, as do the visions we have for our lives.
What are you planting in your life?
                                                         
Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.
Blessings from Hope

 

Homemade Maple Syrup~Simply Delicious

/ Lee Reynolds

“The simple things in life hold our best memories.”

We eat a lot of pancakes in our house. Well, truth be told we also eat a lot of waffles and french toast too. My kid’s favourite thing is to have breakfast for dinner, so if my husband is out of town, I try to brighten up their lives and make things a bit easier on me too by making pancakes or waffles for dinner. I remember as a child, when my Dad was not home for dinner, my mom used to make a large pot of blueberries with dumplings and I thought that was the biggest treat in all the world.

When I opened the fridge recently to find an empty syrup bottle, I had to become really creative, fast, which also opens up the opportunity to find satisfaction in the solution. Sadly, to a degree I think our North American culture has lost that art. We live with so much affluence that when the bottle is empty, we just make note to buy one the next time we are out shopping. But, what if there wasn’t a store nearby to purchase maple syrup?

What do we do?

Just a bit of history first, I’m not normally the pancake or waffle cook in our household. Nope. That would be my dear husband. He has been making pancakes since our oldest was just a toddler, over 20 years ago. He makes pancakes, like I make cookies or soup. He just pulls out all the ingredients and starts pouring and mixing like he knows the perfect combination. And he does. He also knows the exact temperature to cook them at…this is an art!

Not me, when I make waffles or pancakes, I have to refer to my favourite recipe. I used to rummage around looking for our family’s pancake recipe, until I blogged about it last year. Now, at least if I can’t find that little loose piece of paper, which has pulled away from the recipe book that David’s mom gave him when he left home, I can at least find it on my blog. Whew. Because I would hate to disappoint my little people…that is, if I am home alone and having to make pancakes.

While I was contemplating what to put on our waffles recently, and yes, fruit and jam are also options around here, I remembered reading a large family blogger writing about making homemade syrup. At the time I thought, why in the heck would I make my own syrup. After all it’s pretty cheap to buy it in the bottle and my own homemade probably would taste terrible anyway. But that was before I had a stack of waffles slowly growing and warming in the oven and I knew the kids would not be impressed if there wasn’t any syrup.

Between batches, I googled homemade syrup and finally found a couple that I thought sounded simple and easy. NOW that is what I’m looking for in my life. The fact that what I came up with when I combined a few recipes and it turned out to be delicious too, made me so happy. I was tickled pink. An expression my mom may have said.

Plus, there is a whole other side benefit that I LOVE!!!

It’s good for the environment. At least to the degree that every 2 weeks we aren’t using a new plastic bottle of syrup which makes me soooo happy. I love when I can cut down on packaging and also learn to make things myself which is the ultimate in being sustainable.

If you are interested in making your own syrup, that is better than anything you will find in a brown bottle from the grocery store, then check out this recipe. It’s simple sustainable, and yummy.

Hope’s Pancake Syrup

Ingredients

2 cups of water
1 cup of brown sugar
1 cup of white sugar
Dash of salt
2 tsp of maple extract (vanilla if you don’t have maple)

Directions

Bring water to boil in a medium saucepan and slowly add the brown and white sugar. Mix until dissolved.

 

Turn down to low and stir for a few minutes.
Add sprinkle of salt.

 
 
 Take off heat and add the extract. Cool and pour into a jar…..or do what we did….pour the syrup on the waffles/pancakes while it was still warm.

The first time we used the syrup it was quite runny but it thickened overnight in the fridge and was more the consistency of our bottled syrup.

The kids all loved it but I started thinking about the syrup that I would sometimes buy at our local Super Store. It has 15% real maple syrup in it. Would it even be better if I added some real syrup to my homemade mixture?

When we went to Costco recently we purchased a large jug of real Maple Syrup. We added 1/2 cup to the above recipe and now I have homemade maple syrup with almost the same amount that the expensive maple syrup from Super Store has in it…and guess what? It cost WAY LESS. Although, I have to say that I thought the syrup I made without the real maple syrup was GREAT and didn’t taste much different.

When I told my sister J, about my recent discovery she told me that our mom used to make syrup from left over coffee of all things. I guess she learned a thing or two as a child living in the depression.  I can’t recall ever eating mom’s coffee syrup but then I don’t remember her making pancakes ever. When she married my step-dad, Bud, he did all the pancake cooking on Sunday mornings. It was his thing to do, just like it’s now my husbands tradition.

The more things I learn to make from scratch, the happier I am. I like living a simpler life. I like knowing, when we run out of things, like syrup, that I can make something even tastier than what I buy in a plastic bottle full of preservatives and we can be greener along the way.

So while not eating pure maple syrup isn’t maybe the Canadian thing to do, it is the simple thing to do when you have kids who love their pancakes and waffles. So the next time your syrup bottle is empty, know you have the ability to make life sweeter.

 Victoria and Kate with their favourite breakfast or dinner…waffles with syrup and fruit and smoothie loaded with fruit

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Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope

Ultimate Brownies~Becoming a Mom

/ Lee Reynolds

What does being a mom and brownies have in common? They are both SWEET!

Today is my first born daughter’s birthday. Her 25th Birthday to be exact. Happy Birthday Alyssa Rae!

25 Years ago I became a mom.

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Alyssa Rae at 6 months….pull out the camera and she smiles

The road to motherhood started out rocky for me because after an almost perfect pregnancy, with only first trimester nausea to mar the experience, the weeks before our baby’s birth was full of uncertainty, which would shadow her first year on earth.

In week 34 of my pregnancy, I was having some cramping and didn’t feel well. My doctor sent me to the hospital where they did some fetal testing along with an ultrasound. In those days, (1990)  having more than two ultrasounds performed during a pregnancy was unusual, so I was a bit concerned. That concern blew into anxiety when the ultrasound tech had a look of deep concentration on her face. Also, she took much longer than what I felt was a normal time frame to check on our baby’s growth and well being.

The next day my Dr’s office called and asked if I could come in. At that moment, what had been an idyllic pregnancy, turned into a nightmare. My Dr. told me that our baby had dilated ventricles in her brain but that was all she could say at that point. She didn’t want to speculate on the cause or how it may impact our child, until there was further testing done. She had arranged for us to see a fetal diagnostic specialist at Grace Hospital (Now called the B.C. Woman’s Hospital) in Vancouver.

We had the weekend to digest what this could mean. The first thing I did after talking to my Dr. was  visit the library. Remember, this way in the day when you couldn’t just Google information. At the library, I discovered that babies born with dilated ventricles in the brain often had conditions like hydrocephalus.

“Hydrocephalus is one of the most common congenital anomalies affecting the nervous system, occurring with an incidence of 0.3 to 2.5 per 1,000 live births. Traditionally, hydrocephalus is detected and treated after birth with a shunting procedure. However, with the advent of high quality prenatal ultrasonography, ventricular enlargement is now routinely diagnosed in-utero. This knowledge has facilitated obstetric care but presents a source of uncertainty for families and a challenge for the team counselling parents regarding a prognosis for the fetus.”

I drove home crying. How had this happened to our baby? I was young and in perfect health and my pregnancy had been text book. I was also anxious that every moment we waited to see a specialist, meant irreparable damage to our baby’s brain could be occurring.

My husband and I clung to each other over the weekend and after I told my mom about having to go to Vancouver for testing, (which was a BIG deal in those days) I grew more concerned. She contacted her church and had our baby placed on their prayer list. To be put on a prayer list to me, meant things were really serious. You know when you are living a nightmare it’s almost surreal but other people’s reaction to your life often puts things into perspective.

This is a little angel in our house that reminds me of this time.

Our 8 hour car trip to Vancouver (before the connector was built) was uneventful and quiet although occasionally I would break the silence by asking David, “it’s going to be okay, right?” When we arrived at Grace hospital, we sat in the waiting room filled with other couples. Woman at varying stages of pregnancy sat everywhere. Suddenly, I realized that I wasn’t alone with my fears for the health of our baby. This was a Universal connection. It was the first time being pregnant I realized I was on the precipice of joining a selective group of women.

Moms!

The head of the neonatal testing and diagnostic department, Dr. D. F. Farquharson,, met with us and put us at ease right away. We knew we were in good hands as he carefully communicated what we were facing and what they would be looking for. I tried to relax and even thought, heck, he teaches at the University of B.C. so he probably sees situations like ours all the time. After an extensive ultrasound, he guided us to see other specialist. We met with a genetics counselor, we had blood drawn. Finally, late in the day we met with a Neurosurgeon who was amazing. I’ll never forget Dr. Cochrane asking us what level of education we had, presumably so he knew how to pitch the situation. Although, that may sound condescending, he wasn’t at all. The whole team wrapped us gently in care during our time at Grace Hospital.

At the end of the day, there was no conclusive diagnoses. Our baby was too large, at 34 weeks to be able to be seen clearly via ultrasound and  to determine what was causing the dilated ventricles. They thought they had ruled out spina bifida however, since her spine appeared in tact. It was suggested that we do an amniocentesis to determine if our baby’s lungs were mature. If they were, it was advised to induce labour early and deliver her, at which time the team could diagnose properly and treat her condition. We agreed to the amnio, which was performed by our Dr. F with great compassion and ease. Although we were still scared, we had a team caring for us and there was comfort in that.

Since it was going to take a few days to get the results we drove back to the Okanagan to wait. The next week was excruciating. I spent many hours just praying for the health of our baby. It was decided that I would officially start my maternity leave from work. If I had continued to work, I wouldn’t have been able to focus anyway. Interestingly, for many years I had been working as an Insurance Agent, processing many types of unemployment insurance claims. A good percentage of them being, maternity UI claims. It felt strange to apply for my own claim several weeks earlier than I had planned.

Several days later, we got a call from Grace Hospital. Our baby’s lungs were mature. They wanted to induce on Monday. We also were asked if we wanted to know our baby’s gender and of course we said yes. We felt really privileged to know ahead of the birth. This was not the standard for the day. Apparently, one couple had been told a certain gender during an ultrasound and it turned out to be wrong. They sued the hospital. So at the time, the policy in our Province was to not divulge gender prior to birth.

As we packed for our trip, the thoughts that our baby was a “girl” suddenly made her more real. Although, we had thought for sure we were having a boy and had even painted the nursery mostly pale blue with fluffy clouds and sweet teddy bears, I had purchased a few tiny gender neutral sleepers and those were the ones I packed. On the trip to the coast, I flipped through a baby name book as David drove and we tried out every girl name in the book. We finally had settled on either Ashley or Alyssa.

I liked Alyssa. It was Greek which said, ancient to me and the meaning was perfect. In the book we were using, Alyssa, meant, “a woman who thinks and rationalizes for herself.” We liked the idea of a strong brain. Also, Alyssa sounded great with our last name, “Reynolds.” Something about the “s’s flowed. We chose Rae for her middle name after my step-dad, John (Bud) who had been a wonderful second father to me and sadly had died when I was 25. His middle name was Ray, but we were thinking of giving her the feminine version. Rae. Alyssa Rae Reynolds…A. R. Reynolds….the more we said it it sounded right.

Although, I haven’t been able to find the same meaning to her name anywhere else since then, this name was meant for our daughter. Here is something I just Googled and I had to laugh as it describes our Alyssa perfectly.

 

What Does Name “Alyssa” Mean

Powerful and complete. You are good intellectually and require several outlets for your energies. You are not a builder but a planner, and you want others to carry out your plans. You are bold, independent, inquisitive and interested in research. You know what you want and why you want it.You are seeking freedom, opportunities to enjoy life: to make love, to go places and to do things. You are very adventurous and willing to take risk to achieve your objectives. New ways and new experiences can’t satisfy your restless nature. One adventure leads you to another. You are honest and fair, because you know that this is the only way to receive justice and honesty from other people. But your personal growth is vital for your, and it is difficult to be tied down by rules and obligations. Your restless spirit might best controlled by choosing the field of work that meet your demand for action and adventure.

 Yup, that’s our baby!

Okay, back to her birth. We arrived at Grace Hospital late on Sunday with touches of sun on our faces. The drive to the coast had been lovely. A perfect Spring day at the end of March. There was Hope in our hearts that day. As we settled into our room, everyone made us feel at peace. Hearing our story and then finding out who our Doctor was, EVERYONE reassured us, telling us we were in the best of hands. The Doctor who had been the head of prenatal diagnostics, Dr. Duncan Finlay Farquharson, had agreed to also deliver our baby. Little did we know but he was a beloved Doctor at Grace Hospital.
Early on Monday morning, we were taken down to the labour and delivery floor. I was so nervous. This was the week back home when we had planned to join our prenatal group, tour the hospital and practise breathing techniques for birth. And here I was, going to be induced. I didn’t know what to expect and I certainly didn’t know anything about labour breathing etc since this was our first baby. Everyone reassured us that there was nothing like the real show to learn the ropes of birthing.
As the induction progressed and it became more difficult for me, during one of Dr. F’s visit’s into the room, after examination, he took off his gloves and said to me, “you were made for having babies.” And with a smile he left. After that, I just trusted my body and I did what came naturally. Right around midnight on the 26th….about to become the 27th, things felt like they were moving fast. All of a sudden, in the dim light of the room a team appeared not just for me, but for our baby as well. After a long day in induced labour, things were progressing quickly.
My body took over and was suddenly powerful. Even though Alyssa was just our first baby, within 20 minutes of pushing, she was out in the world. She was lifted up, the cord was cut, she was wrapped in a warm blanket and as she was lifted over to the warm isolette, the pediatrician said something I will never forget, “she’s a keeper!” And in that moment, David, squeezed my hand and I knew somehow our baby would be okay.
Everyone in the room said I had done fantastic for a first time mom and our baby was BEAUTIFUL!
We were glowing as Alyssa was finally given to David for his first close look and cuddle, and then passed to me. As I looked into her wise eyes, centuries passed. As I marvelled at her tiny fingers, I thought “piano fingers.” She looked like a perfectly formed doll. I don’t know what I expected but her head was tiny, in lovely proportion for her, 6 lb 3 oz—18 inch long body. She looked like a “normal” baby.
After our first nursing session, which went surprisingly well considering she was a month premature, I was transferred to a wheel chair and clutching our precious baby, we were moved out of the dim room and into the bright hallway, Alyssa lifted her little arm from the blanket to shield her eyes from the bright hall. David and I looked at each other and smiled. She was already thinking.

Over the course of the next day she was tested and monitored and finally, we were told why her ventricles were dilated. It was because her corpus callosum was missing causing the ventricles to have more fluid. We met again with Dr. Cochrane, the Neurosurgeon. Again he was great but sadly, since there were no continuous studies being done on children with Alyssa’s condition, he said he couldn’t offer much in the way of future expectations. He told us that she was in perfect health and meeting all newborn criteria for normal behavior. He did want to see her again when she was one year old.

We didn’t know what to think, until we talked to Dr. Farquharson, who reaffirmed what Dr. Cochrane said,  our baby was healthy. One of the last things he said to us before discharge, 4 days later was, “take your baby home, enjoy her, treat her normally.”

As we were packing up, one of the nurses came in to make sure we were okay and we expressed our thanks and told her what an amazing experience we had had during our stay at Grace Hospital. She went on to tell us we couldn’t have had a better Doctor in Dr Farquharson.  Sadly, he and his wife had lost a baby son to SIDS only a few months prior. I have often thought of him and his baby son. I was determined to be the best mother I could be for our daughter.

So we took her home. We loved her. We enjoyed her. But we didn’t treat her normally. Something profound had changed us and we knew there was no going back. We felt lucky to have a healthy child but we also knew that since there was a brain abnormality present, we had to do everything we could to stimulate her brain, make neuron connections and help her thrive.

And so started the journey of stimulating our little daughter’s brain as much as we were able. Of course, I chose to breast feed which offered our child the perfect formula for her growing brain and body. And then, I took the training I had as a fitness instructor and set up “stations” around our home.

In the early days of her life, she would move from a station on the floor with a tripod of bright coloured hanging toys over head, to a blanket for her “tummy time,” so she could look at all the books that I had set up around her. She would lift up her little head to see all the pictures and then fall down with exhaustion. I would move her to the next station.

Then she had another station sitting in a reclining chair with a tray with a few toys and I would play all sorts of classical and baroque music. We also got into the habit of bathing her in the morning and the evening as she seemed to love water and even though babies don’t get overly dirty, the idea of water as being a therapy made sense.

We would do physical therapy as I would sing to her, telling her what a smart and beautiful baby she was. I would pump her little legs, singing to row, row, row, your boat, and cross her little arms too. She seemed to enjoy moving her body. I think her favourite station was just being on the floor with our Siamese cat, Ninja, laying close by. She loved to reach for his whiskers and he was always gentle with her.

Each day, I would pack her up in a Snugli (a baby carrier) and we would go for long walks in the neighbourhood. She would be awake looking at the sky and the trees but within minutes, her eyes would get heavy and she would fall asleep to the swaying of my steps with her head against my chest.

As she got older, (6 months) we enrolled her in aquatic classes and as a toddler, I put her in classes at our local recreation center where she would crawl under and over things, play on mats with other children and of course we would sing songs in a circle group setting.

At her one year check up with Dr. Cochrane, at the Children’s Hospital in Vancouver, he felt she was doing great. Although she wasn’t walking she was in the range of normal development. I was very concerned about her not walking but now that I look back, she only weighed 18 pounds at a year and also her temperment was such, that she wasn’t going to do anything, until she could do it perfectly. I had no idea that this was going to be her personality.

Alyssa at 1 year of age

Over the years we saw that time and time again.

We continued to expose her to music and swimming. In addition, she took art classes in the summer, was involved in Science camps and also played a bit of soccer. She loved to visit the library and plowed through endless stacks of books. When she wasn’t reading, or drawing, she was sitting at our dining room table putting large puzzels together. Something she and my mom loved to do together.

Three generations, Me, Alyssa’s grandma, “Umma” and Alyse as a toddler

Playing piano and swimming are both right and left brain activities and they very well may have helped to rewire her brain so it was functioning at a high level. I’ll never forget in her first year of ballet when she was just 5, she wanted to quit because she couldn’t skip. I told her that if she knew how to skip or do any ballet poses, she wouldn’t need to go to classes. Further, that the purpose of taking lessons was to learn these things. Almost by the next class she started skipping and also learned to persevere when things weren’t always easy.

When she was only 8, we took her to see Riverdance in Vancouver and she was mesmerized by the soft dancers with their high kicks and the clicking heels making music. As soon as we heard of an Irish Dance teacher coming to our community, we signed Alyssa up for lessons. For about 8 years, she enjoyed dancing to lyrical Irish tunes and with her bouncing ringlets competed in many Feis. (Irish Dance competitions)

By the time Alyssa was in Grade 12, she was an excellent student, an accomplished pianist, completing her grade 10 Royal Conservatory requirements in just one year, played flute in the school band and had played in the Youth Symphony, was an Irish dancer, she had become a lifeguard and later would become a swimming instructor. She was passionate about literature and history. One of the earliest pictures we have of her is surrounded by books while listening to classical music. These were all the strong foundations in her life.

June 14, 2008….High School Grad

And now, here she is 25 years old. She has achieved her Bachelor of Arts, majoring in English, minoring in Greek and Roman studies and last year she completed her Bachelor of Education degree. She has taught piano, swimming and now is over in the U.K. teaching teenagers, “English,” of all things. Her love is creative writing and I’m sure, with a bit of time, a novel is only a breath away and when it comes it it will be as unique as she is and hopefully well received. After all, she has an interesting way of detaching herself from life and observing it through a magical lens. She lives an authentic life and follows her heart.

Alyssa finally living her dream…traveling to historic places…adventuring

What is that saying about the teacher appearing when the student is ready? Well, whether I was ready or not, she arrived exactly when she was meant. She has taught me that life isn’t always easy, we don’t always get a fair shake but it’s what we make of it that really matters. Life is endlessly interesting.

The other night, David and I were watching the biography of Glenn Gould, who was an extremely talented pianist born in 1932. He became quite famous for his unique style of playing. During his early years he was told to sing while playing his pieces. Also, one of his instructors taught him to hit the piano keys in a way that allowed his brain to process them individually. His playing was clear and precise. Another thing that was rather quirky was that he carried a rather low set chair, which he insisted on using at all concerts, although it looked awkward.

How was his brain wired?

What created this genius?

Whose to say what is normal?

Our daughter, has exceeded all of our expectations for her. She has talents and abilities that take people a lifetime to achieve. Also, many people spend their lifetime trying to fit in and please others but she has learned that to be truly successful in life means, being true to yourself. She is showing me what an authentic life looks like. She does classify herself as an introvert (like Glenn Gould) and is quick to point out, it’s a good thing.

After all, it’s the introverts that create magic, music and great literature.

She’s a KEEPER!
I’m glad we didn’t take her home and treat her normally.
She was……..IS

limitless.

She is a unique, talented, beautiful, gifted, brilliant young woman. We are so glad you chose us to be your parents Alyssa. Thank you……….and
                                        Happy Birthday!

 

 

If you are interested in reading more about people with missing corpus callosums check out this hyperlink. It’s fascinating!

And what is a birthday without a dessert?
I know if Alyssa were here, I would be making her a carrot cake.
But since I have already blogged about my carrot cake recipe, I will share her second choice for dessert and that is, our Ultimate Brownie recipe.

We use chunks of dark chocolate with almonds in this recipe and it’s decadent.

Here’s my Ultimate Brownie Recipe…dedicated to my Ultimate daughter
Ingredients 
 
3 ounces of unsweetened chocolate
1/2 cup butter
1 cup sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla
2/3 cup of all purpose flour
1/4 tsp baking soda
1 cup dark chocolate pieces
1/2 cup chopped nuts (opt)
1 recipe of mocha chocolate drizzle
 
Mocha Chocolate Drizzle;
 
In small bowl, stir together, 1/2 cup of sifted powder sugar, 1 tbsp unsweetened cocoa powder, 1/4 tsp vanilla, 1 1/2 hot tsp milk, and spoonful of instant coffee. Stir in additional milk until icing is drizzling consistency.
 
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
Coarsely chop unsweetened chocolate.
In saucepan melt butter and chocolate over low heat, stirring occasionally.
Remove from heat, cool.
Line 8x8x2 inch baking pan with foil. 
Spray with non-stick cooking spray; set aside.
 
Stir sugar into melted chocolate mixture until sugar dissolved.
Add eggs, 1 at a time, beating with wooden spoon until just combined.
Stir in vanilla.
In bowl stir together flour and baking soda.
 
Add flour mixture (flour/soda) to chocolate mixture; stir just until combined. Stir in dark chocolate pieces and nuts. Spread batter in prepared pan.
Bake 35 minutes or until edges are set and begin to pull away from sides of pan. cool on wire rack. Spoon chocolate drizzle across top.
 

Serve alone, or with whipped cream….or with ice cream.

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We have been known to make a ice cream Sunday with this brownie as the bottom….yum!

LET YOUR IMAGINATION BE YOUR GUIDE.

Before I close I wanted to share a Youtube video of Glenn Gould playing the Italian Concerto.

Now when I think of my daughter Alyssa, many different music pieces come to mind. A lot of Debussy and Mozart, which I used to play for her as she was drifting off to sleep as a baby and a child.

Then there is her Irish music that she used to dance to, and finally there is the Soundtrack to the Lord of the Rings, …in particular, “In Dreams” which she and her brother Clark used to play together.

To end this post though, I thought I would include the Bach’s Italian Concerto which she played as one of her pieces during her ARCT (Royal Conservatory Exam)

As I would work in the kitchen, listening to her perfecting this piece for hours at a time, I would think, it just doesn’t get any better than this. I hope you enjoy this recording of Glen Gould playing it.
If you can’t see the above, check out this hyperlink, (Glenn Gould, playing Bach’s Italian Concerto)and while you are making the Ultimate Brownie recipe let brilliance wash over you.
You are brilliant!
If you want to read some of Alyssa’s writing and her photography, check out her blog, “The Introvert in the Corner.” The link is also in my fav blog list…of course!
Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful
Blessings from Hope

 

Chocolate Mocha Cheesecake~Dimes from Heaven

/ Lee Reynolds

Have you ever found a penny or a dime and felt that it was a sign just for you? If you have read my blog, you know that I have a thing for feathers. At least I used to find feathers all the time when I was on the journey to having our children. Every time I found a feather, and I used to find a lot of them, the feeling in my heart was that my dream would come true. Just hang on and trust. I’m now abundantly blessed with a large family.

This week, I have not been finding feathers…but something totally different and very unexpected. I live in Canada where we have several coins for our  lowest currency.. We have pennies (1 cent) of course but last year the government discontinued them since they were costing too much to produce. However, there are still pennies everywhere. Then we nickles (5 cents), dimes (10 cents), quarters (25 cents) a loonie (one dollar value) and finally, a toonie (2 dollar value).

As I tell you my story, keep in mind that while we have many different kinds of coins in our country, finding them in our home is a rare thing. We aren’t one of families who has loose change just lying around. The kids are always asking for change for fundraisers at school, or a bit of spending money if they are out with friends. I’m also looking for quarters and loonies to park in our downtown core which is all metered parking. Also, in the era of using debit cards, we hardly ever use cash in our day to day transactions, so finding ANY coins is actually rare in our home.

This week though, a very mysterious event has been occurring. I have been finding dimes. Not just one or two but dozen of them!!!

At first, when I would come upon one, I just thought cool, a dime and I’d pop it in jean pocket. But then, it happened again and again. I would be going through a box and at the bottom of the box, I would find a dime. When I moved a piece of furniture, since I’m not just de-cluttering but I’m trying to do some deep cleaning as I go along, I find a dime. Or for instance today, as I was moving my son’s bunk bed in order to vacuum underneath, I found lots of stuff. Several missing socks, some used kleenex, I know, gross, and you guessed it, another dime.

The weirdest moment, was when I was down in our crawl space (where there is NO money) and I was going through our daughter Alyssa’s stored boxes. She is teaching in the U.K. for the next two years but she will be home for 10 days this summer to attend her best friend’s wedding. I know she will not have a lot of time so I thought I would sort through her clothes, wash them all, iron them and pack them away, organized in season so she could find her summer clothes easily. As I was lifting up one of her boxes, I heard something clink on the concrete. As I looked under the box, yep, there was another dime shining in the dim light.

That night after dinner, as everyone was finishing up, I told my family what I had been experiencing. The kids were teasing me but my husband thought it was interesting and asked what I thought it meant. I told him that I thought, just like with my feathers, it was a sign from my angels.

In my heart what I hear is, “Hope, everything is okay, money is coming.”

As the kids filtered out of the kitchen all laughing at how weird their mom was for believing dimes were a sign from heaven, David Googled what dimes mean and guess what he found? Here is the link but basically, I was RIGHT ON. Dimes are signs from heaven that our angels and loved ones who have passed on, support us on our journey and want us to know that they are here for us cheering us on.

Are you interesting in reading more about coins being a way for a spiritual connection? Check out this hyperlink….Finding Dimes and Pennies. It’s amazing!

It gives me shivers thinking about how many dimes I have now found in the last 2 weeks. I have a little silver basket full of them now but here is a picture of a few that I have found over the course of only a few days.

What do you think? It is kind of whoo, whoo!

Last weekend, my sister invited us over for dinner and since it had been her birthday only a few days before, I brought her a chocolate mocha cheesecake to celebrate. Something to put the birthday candles on, something she can wish upon as she blows them out. In her card, I had given her one of my dimes, but in hindsight, I wished I had wrapped a few of the dimes in tin foil and put them in the cheesecake. My mom used to do that with her plum pudding at Christmas time and whoever got a coin got a wish.

I think in the future, I’m going to call my chocolate mocha cheesecake, my angel cheesecake and put some dimes inside. Maybe it can be a fun tradition and memory for my family. We can tell the story of the time mom was getting direct messages from her angels. Maybe it will open my children up to the mysteries of our connection with our loved ones who have passed on and our angels. At least our older children because the younger ones, especially Will, totally get this stuff.

I think my mom is really excited for me as I de-clutter and she wants me to know how happy she is that I am letting go of stuff in favour of a richer life. And at the very least, it will be a fun story to tell as we eat this cheesecake. It has already brought some light and fun into our house as we continued to do more work this morning Harrison yelled out, “Hey mom, I just found a quarter. Guess that’s my coin from the angels.”

Anyway, back to the cheesecake. It worked really well with the dinner J and B made the other night. Thanks J and B for the delicious salmon and scallop dinner. The asparagus, roasted carrots, potatoes and your garlic spread on the french bread was divine. EVERYTHING was so delicious! And J, your  wishes and dreams are already coming true.

I hope you will try out my cheesecake recipe. It’s so easy and tastes like you have slaved away. A perfect light dessert after a spring dinner.

Chocolate Mocha Cheesecake or….Angel Cheesecake recipe

Crust Ingredients

1/2 cup margarine
1-1/2 cups graham cracker crumbs
1/4 cup sugar
1/4 cup cocoa (fryers)


Mix all really well, reserve 1/2 cup for topping and press the rest into 9″ spring form pan

Filling

8 ounce cream cheese
1 can sweetened condensed milk
2/3 cup chocolate syrup
1 tbsp instant coffee (mixed with 1 tsp hot water)
1 cup whipped cream

Beat cream cheese til fluffy, add can of sweetened condensed milk, 2/3 cup chocolate syrup, 1 tbsp of instant coffee in 1 tsp of hot water.
Whip 1 cup of whipping cream and fold into the rest of the filling ingredients.
As you fold in the whipping cream, put a few dimes wrapped in tinfoil for your family to find. Whoever finds a dime can make a wish and put it in their pocket for luck.

Pour into spring form pan and top with remaining crumbs. 
Decorate with pecan pieces…I also used bits of Scor pieces with the remaining crumbs…giving it a slight toffee taste.
Freeze over night.

Pull out 1/2 hour before serving, cut and serve.

If you want to hear more about Dimes and signs from our angels and our loved ones, check out Ada May Brown’s Youtube message.

Keep your heart open. Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.
Blessings from Hope       

Irish Stew, Irish Soda Bread and Apple Sauce Cake

/ Lee Reynolds

 

“Hence I cannot be silent, and indeed I ought not to be, about the many blessings and the great grace the Lord has deigned to bestow on me.” ~Saint Patrick~

And oh, like St. Patrick’s quote above, “I’ve been surely blessed!”

Stepping away from de-cluttering for a moment, to celebrate the up and coming St. Patrick’s Day, I also take a moment to remember my grandmother, (my Dad’s mom, Flossie,) who was born in Canada to Irish Immigrants. They had left Ireland to find new opportunities for themselves and their children. The Kilfoyle family, raised 6 children in their new land and I’m here, their great granddaughter, a century later to remember them and my heritage.

I’m singing in the kitchen because David came home from his trip out of town late last night and one of the first things he did for me today was to repair my dryer. Yeah! I couldn’t be happier. Isn’t it funny how things you normally take for granted, all of a sudden become a big deal when you don’t have them any longer? I’ve missed my dryer AND my husband this week. (I am blessed~thank you~)

Hanging our laundry on our deck and on our standing drying rack all week, really took me back to a simpler time. A time when laundry was hard work. I certainly felt a connection to my great grandmother Kilfoyle, who with 6 children must have done her fair share of laundry.

So as I’m humming happily this afternoon, I’m gathering the ingredients for my version of Irish Stew, some Irish soda bread, and for “bessert,” (little Victoria’s term for a treat) I’m making apple sauce cake from an old recipe that I have. It compliments the meal nicely.

 

The day is blustery and the lake is filled with white caps. As the little ones play outside this afternoon, (it’s Spring Break) please join me in making a delicious Irish Stew.

Okay, let’s start chopping for that is the most consuming thing about making Irish Stew. Do you want a cup of tea? ….now I’m using beef and not a lot today as you know I’m on the road to being a vegetarian but also a minimalist, ha. The traditional Irish stew would use lamb and I understand from my daughter Alyssa, who is in the U.K. teaching, that there are sheep everywhere. For this Canadian, beef is more readily available and besides I just couldn’t eat lamb anyway. (no judgement for lamb eaters out there)

Hope’s Irish Stew

Ingredients

2 tbsp of olive oil
2 pounds of beef..(I used a sirloin cut…add more if you want it really meaty)
2 medium white onions
2 stalks of celery
4 large carrots, chop into round bites
1/2 of a large turnip chopped into bite size pieces
10 medium sized potatoes..chopped into nice chunks
2 cups of stewed tomatoes
4 ounces of tomato paste
1/2 cup flour
4 cups of beef broth
Salt and pepper
1 tbsp of worcestershire sauce (I use Lea and Perrins)
1 tbsp rosemary
2 bay leaves
2 cloves of garlic
fresh parsley for garnish…it’s just starting to grow in the garden now

Directions

1. Heat 1 tbsp of oil over medium heat in a large stockpot. Add beef chunks and cook until brown. Season with salt and pepper. 

2. Heat 1 tbsp of oil in a saucepan, add onions, celery and garlic. Cut until translucent. Add flour and mix well. 

 

 
3. Add tomatoes to the browned beef, along with all seasoning and worcestershire sauce. Finally, add.the onion, celery, garlic and flour mixture.
4. Add beef broth and tomato paste to the above
5. Add potatoes
6. Add carrots and turnips
7. Bring to a boil, then turn down heat and simmer on low for 2 hours or until the veggies are cooked
8. Serve hot with a sprig of fresh parsley on top.

While the stew is cooking, you can make the Apple Sauce cake and the Irish Soda bread.

Start the Apple Sauce cake first, since it takes 45 minutes to 1 hour to cook and it needs to cool before icing. That is, if you choose to ice it, as it’s very moist and lovely plain.

Apple Sauce Cake

This recipe came from my Robin Hood flour (no sift) baking book that is falling apart since I use it all the time. It’s packed with great recipes. This recipe book was given to me by my mom…..thanks MOM!

Ingredients

1-1/4  cups all purpose flour
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp nutmeg
1/2 tsp allspice
1 cup chopped walnuts (can also use raisins which I would love but my kids would not enjoy as much as nuts…your choice…what does your family prefer?)
1/2 cup soft margarine…part butter
3/4 cup brown sugar…use 1 cup if making your own homemade applesauce
1 egg
1 cup applesauce (it takes about 3 medium apples to make 1 cup of applesauce)

Directions

1. Grease and flour an 8″ inch square pan
2. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F…or 325 if using a glass pan
3. Measure and stir thoroughly all dry ingredients. Add nuts or raisins
4. Cream shortening until fluffy. Add sugar gradually. Beating well after each addition. Add egg and beat well.
5. Add the dry ingredients alternatively with the applesauce until well combined.
6. Turn into prepared cake pan, spread evenly
7. Bake for 45 minutes to 1 hour, until the your toothpick comes clean. This can vary depending on the moisture in your applesauce. Cool really well and serve plain or with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, or whipping cream or you can ice it with a butter icing. 

I iced the cake and replaced some of the milk and the vanilla extract with Baily’s Irish Cream liquor (we buy little bottles for just this occasion)…yummy and perfect for St. Paddy’s Day

While the cake is cooking, make the Irish Soda Bread.

Remembering the Kilfoyle’s,  Irish Soda Bread

This bread goes really fast in my house as it’s has a lovely texture. Consider making two loaves.

Ingredients for one loaf

2 cups all-purpose flour
1 tbsp baking powder
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 tbsp  white sugar
4 tbsp unsalted cold butter
1-1/2 cups buttermilk….if you don’t have buttermilk, here’s how to make it at home
1 large egg

Directions

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Grease and flour an 81/2 round cake pan
2. In a large bowl, sift together flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt and sugar.
3. Cut the butter into the flour very gently until it resembles oatmeal
4. In a small bowl, gently beat the egg and then add the buttermilk, stir to combine thoroughly
5. Make a well in the centre of the flour mixture and then pour in the buttermilk-egg mixture. Combine the two mixtures, stirring very gently with a wooden spoon until it forms into dough. It will be wet and sticky. 
6. Turn dough onto a well-floured surface and generously dust it with flour…you may want to have a cup of flour close by to dust your hands and slowly work it in to this dough. Very gently form the dough into a ball and then transfer it into the prepared cake pan.
7. Lightly press the dough so that it spreads to the edges of the pan. With a sharp knife, cut an “X”  into the top of the dough. 
Bake for 30 minutes.
8. Remove from the oven when the toothpick comes out clean
Enjoy warm with a bowl of Irish Stew

 

It’s DINNER!

Mad rush to the kitchen as everyone has worked up a great appetite today. Thanks for joining me this afternoon.

And here is what it looks when it’s all pulled together.

The photo is of my great grandparents, The Kilfoyle’s and their 6 children

And it wouldn’t be a great Irish meal without a glass of ale…sorry no Guinness here but we do have a good glass of stout beer….

 

“Slainte Chugat!” which is cheers and good health wishes from my husband David to you. He really needs a good strong ale since he he has been working 12 hour days for a week now and yesterday he put in a whopping 17 hours as he worked all day and then drove home from up north, Just in time to fix our dryer, declutter his dresser and closet (that is what he was doing when I was cooking today) |and now when I’m writing my blog, he is putting the little people to bed. Do I love this man!

What are you going to do on St. Patrick’s Day! Wear green, (so you don’t get pinched) and maybe you will make a big pot of Irish Stew. Irish blessings and……

And before I close, I thought I would share a great you tube video I found of some very talented fiddlers. You know I have a soft spot for strings. My son Clark said he’s going to play some Irish fiddler tunes for me on St. Paddy’s day, but until then, I hope you enjoy this video. If you can’t click on the video below….click on this hyperlink. Traditional Irish Music, Lilla Akademien’s violin ensemble

Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope

 

 

Strawberry Mango Smoothie~Keeping it Simple

/ Lee Reynolds



                                                                                                               
Even in the mud and scum of things, something always, always, sings.” ~  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson~

Have you ever noticed that when you are on a certain path all sorts of affirmations meet you at the exact time that you need inspiration.

Well, I have been receiving messages almost daily and not surprisingly, they are ALL directed towards walking a simple path. They are inspiring me to keep going even though some days it feels like I’m moving through mud.

The first one that I received, was during my book club meeting at the end of February. It was early days into starting my path towards a minimalistic life. After a stimulating discussion of Hermann Hesse’s book, “Siddhartha,” I passed around my little green affirmation cards to my sacred sisters. I held mine quietly, not even peeking at the message within, until each of my sisters had had a moment to relay what was on her card and how it spoke to her. When it came my turn to read my card, I was rather stunned at how significant the message was. It read;

“Keep it simple. Simplicity is the key to Brilliance.”

Wow!

Since I had just started the journey, it was like a signal that I was on the right road. I have found in my life, that when I need some direction, the Universe never fails to send me a symbol or sign that I’m on the right road and here it was in a sweet message.

Last week, I was finding it really hard to make time in my day to tackle a specific area to de-clutter. Something always came up or someone needed to be picked up or taken some where, which broke the rhythm in my days. It was difficult enough to get my regular work done, not to mention any de-cluttering projects handled. You know, cleaning the kitchen from breakfast, making the beds, picking up the laundry and throwing loads in the washer, moving it to the dryer and then folding it and putting it back in everyone’s rooms, sigh! seemed to be all that I could manage. Forget, trying to accomplish anything.

Then I remembered the message on my card and I decided that the only way I was going to get anything done was to tackle the smallest projects at a time. And that is what I did. Although, I had basically done most of the kitchen, there was one drawer that I hadn’t touched. It’s the drawer with the most memories for me in the kitchen. It’s the drawer where I keep all of my cookie cutters, my cake decorating items. and my canning accessories.

As I opened the drawer, memories of Christmas’s past flooded my mind, as I recalled making sugar cookies with my mom as a young teen for the first time. She basically gave me the dough and said, “go to town.” That Christmas, I made my first Christmas trees, hearts, candy canes, angels, and oh my, nothing tasted so good as those chewy, soft, sugar cookies with a hint of nutmeg and topped with mint flavoured icing.

As I looked lovingly at the various shaped cutters, I thought of the first Christmas I let my own daughter, Alyssa handle the sugar cookie project. That was a big deal since I had been making them for 30 years without any help. Then there was the time that we invited her friends over for a sugar cookie icing party. Images of those giggling pre-teens with braces and pony tails made me smile. Those same girls would all be turning 25 years old soon. Where had the time gone?

The drawer I had been resisting de-cluttering as it holds so many memories

As I looked at this drawer though, I realized it represented the chaos in my life and if I was ever to create and capture more of these moments, I had to quit holding onto the past and move forward with dreams for the future. I still had Grace, Will, Kathryn and Victoria to make cookie memories with. If I continued to keep the extra clutter in this drawer, it would take precious moments away from me spending time with our younger children. If left alone, this single drawer would suck time from my life, as I dug around looking for the special cookie cutters for any future project. With that thought in mind, I quickly was able to toss more than 50% of the drawers contents.

These are a few things that I got rid of…some I took to the little girl’s preschool for their Playdoh station and their teacher was happy to have a Shamrock cookie cutter to add to this month’s special occasions.

 

Goodbye needless clutter

And here is the drawer now. In the tin to the right are my beloved cookie cutters. Now, it’s a breeze to see exactly what I have and where it is which will enable me more time to gather my sugar cookie cutters and make memories with our kids…and maybe someday, our grandchildren.

Hello new memories

If you are on this minimalism path with me, you may have discovered this already but if not, I’d like to share some de-cluttering wisdom. Start small. If you don’t have a lot of time in your day then break down what you can do in say, 15 minutes. Tackle one drawer at a time, one closet, one counter top. Also, try to start with a spot that doesn’t hold a lot of emotional attachments. Our memories cling to our belongings and the energy lingers heavily which makes it hard to hear the music amongst the mud and scum of things. It’s liberating to clear the space and hear and feel the harmony.

After finishing this last drawer in the kitchen, I moved onto the kid’s craft closet and gee, I wished I had taken a picture of it before I cleared it out. There were games stacked on top of other games. Had our children tried to take something out they would have been seriously hurt if something had fallen on top of them. In addition, when I went to clear out the paint, crayon and felt pen supplies, I realized we had a lot of duplicates and that was wasteful.

Another message that I was walking the right path came when I found a basket of polished rocks hidden in the craft closet. Wrapped around each rock was a little piece of paper. I remembered now taking quotes from the book, “The Alchemist,” by Paulo Coelho and giving a rock to my sacred sisters during the last time I hosted our book club meeting. I decided for fun to unwrap one of the messages and guess what was within?

“It’s the Simple Things in life that are the most extra-ordinary, only wise men are able to understand them.” ~excerpt from Coelho’s book, “The Alchemist.”

I had to sit down after reading this message. I held the rock, rubbing it’s smooth surface and thought about all the guidance I had been receiving with regards to creating a simpler life for myself and our family. I whispered, “thank you God.” I knew that I was on the right path even though little fearful thoughts had been creeping in as I cleared away our stuff. Thankfully, that voice was growing more distant as I grew stronger in my resolve to let go.

So that brings me to another point in this whole process, and that is really the nuts and bolts about clearing out clutter. I really should have addressed it before now but as I was doing this all myself I realized that one needs a place to put all the stuff that you are accumulating. A staging area if you will. Also, it really helps if you pull out everything in your closet, or drawer, whatever you are sorting through, so you can see what you have to work with. It will quickly be apparent what you do or don’t want to keep. Eliminate the easy stuff first.

Then put back only what you use and what you love. The Minimalist guys say that another method is packing up absolutely everything in your home and then pulling only the things you need out of the boxes. After 3 months, or 6 months, whatever you decide is the time frame for you, whatever you haven’t used, you get rid of. That’s too extreme for me and too hard with 6 kids living in our house at the moment. It would be chaos while we were getting ready in the morning for instance.

If you are doing a big de-clutter as I am, (our whole house…all 3000 square feet of it…more if you count our Hobbit’s hollow, aka the crawl space), you probably need a large place to put all the stuff you are parting with. Also, I have read that some minimalists set up boxes labelled, “donate,” “sell,” “not sure,” and “garbage/recycle” but I have found it easiest just to have a garbage bag/recycle bag as I move from place to place. I put all the stuff that doesn’t fit into that category, out to my staging place, which happens to be our garage. It would be most efficient not to have to touch the stuff more than once but in my case, I think whatever we don’t throw out or recycle, will go into a garage sale to be held in April. THE MONTH..of the beginning of garage sales in our little town.

I’ll let our little kids make and sell popcorn and lemonade. I’ll have our older ones help sell our discarded items, and anything left at that point will be donated to our local thrift stores.

In the meantime, I’m (we’re) going to be living amongst this clutter and chaos for at least several more weeks. My husband is out of town this week and I will be trying to make some headway while maintaining our daily family commitments.

I have also enlisted the help of our children. The little ones helped me go through their drawers and the belongings they keep in their bedrooms this weekend. It was very productive and fun as they had a little fashion show and tried on all sorts of clothes. As we made decisions about what fit and what didn’t, what toys were played with and what weren’t beloved any longer, we talked about children all over the world and I reminded them of a saying a very wise man shared with the world,

        “Live Simply So Others May Simply Live,” Gandhi

 

I knew I was planting little seeds of generosity, love and peace as we cleared out their rooms.
Hey, and another wonderful side benefit to this was how fast Will and the little girls were able to pick out their outfit for today. It was easy and pain free. And the best part was that it saved time so we had more time to have some fun.

 

Above are the two drawers the little girls share. Most of their clothes are matching which makes it easier for me to buy and plan their outfits. I stack them one on top of each other so when they pull out one top, they hand their sister the other top. Most of their outfits are the same but they do have some in different colours and they are very definite about who gets what colour. From the time they were really little they had distinct preferences. Kate is the pink girl and Tori is the blue girl. Makes it really simple….and as you know I’m all about that.
I try not to read too much about twin literature and probably dressing them alike will end once they start school but they seem to really enjoy wearing the same style of clothes although Tori really LOVES her leggins and Kate likes the days when she wears jeans. They both love their dresses and skirts. Anyway, like usual, I got sidetracked….the point was that getting the little people involved is helping them to see that less is more in so many ways and by consuming less, we have more resources to help others.
Here’s a picture of Grace helping de-clutter our Playmobile collection. Do we REALLY need 100 pirates and castle people?  Harrison passed by the Den as Grace and I talked about downsizing the people and he remarked that having lots of people was the fun part about playing Playmobile. Hmmmm….do you think he thinks this about our large family too?
It’s these little comments though that makes me pause and wonder what is really fun for our children. Clearly, we have too many toy/people when you have to sort for 5-10 minutes to find your fav pirate/king/queen. The one you really want to play with, that’s too long in my books.
Here’s the quote I wrote on our black board this week. When I got stuck in all the mud and scum, it helped me remember whey I’m doing this.
For the people who are important to me in my life. My children, my husband, my sisters and their families and the friends who I never seem to have even time to have tea with lately, (sorry B…we will get together soon)

And before I close I just wanted to share my Strawberry/Mango Fruit Smoothie Recipe with you. As we de-clutter our lives with our stuff, we need to make sure we are staying energized and remembering that clearing the toxins from our body is just as important. Little steps will take us eventually to the destination of a healthy body and home.

Remembering that while we are on the road to less, we are still living fully. It would be very easy to get caught up in the whole process of de-cluttering, after all who are we kidding, we live on earth and there is all sorts of clutter and chaos here. It’s easy to let even the act of de-cluttering prevent us from living fully.

As long as we don’t lose sight of why we are clearing and reducing the stuff in our life. Let’s continue to consciously clear what isn’t working in our lives and fill the spaces with more beauty, love and peace. That’s my wish for everyone on earth. We are all deserving of this.
Okay, here’s my Smoothie recipe…share a cup with your beloved or take it out in nature and drink it in….. Spring is almost here.
Hope’s Strawberry and Mango Smoothie recipe
 
2 big people servings…or enough for one big person and three little people
 
1/2 grapefruit
1 orange

 

1 banana
10 frozen strawberries
1/2 cup frozen mango or yellow fruit of your choice…pineapples are yummy for instance
1/2 cup of crushed ice cubes
I had mostly fresh fruit but I used frozen mango and pineapple too

 

Here’s the tough part….peel the grapefruit/orange and banana…place in a blender with the other ingredients and blend. Pour into glasses for your beloved and In JOY!
Before I go I wanted to share a book that I have been reading called, “The Simple Living Handbook,” ….discover the joy of a de-cluttered life….by Lorilee Lippincott
It’s a refreshingly simple and delightful book so if you are interesting in moving in this direction, I would highly recommend reading it. It may be the sign or symbol that you are on the right path and she certainly inspired me. Her web site is great too.

Here’s a You tube video interview with Lorilee on the Midway Simplicity show…love this guy. (click on the hyperlink if you can’t see the video below)

As I embark on another week towards minimalism, join me in listening to one of my fav cello pieces. I thought this was an appropriate ending as I started my post with a stunning picture of a woman playing cello amongst the clutter of life.

My son Mitchell plays this piece on his cello, beautifully and EVERY time I hear it, I always think how J.S. Bach was the supreme musical guru in simplicity. Please join me in listening to the “Unaccompanied Bach, prelude in G Major” played my Yo Yo Ma……..love this (click on the hyperlink if you can’t see the video below)

 

The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” ~Eleanor Roosevelt~

Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope 
 

Matrimonial Cake~’Tis a Gift to Be Simple

/ Lee Reynolds

‘Tis the gift to be simple,
’tis the gift to be free,
’tis the gift to come down
where we ought to be,
and when we find ourselves in the place just right,
’twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gained
to bow and to bend we shan’t be ashamed,
to turn, turn, will be our delight
till by turning, turning we come round right.

Words: Shaker song, eighteenth century  

  
Hellooo!

I’m emerging from the depths of decluttering, to say Hi and to share a few thoughts. First, de-cluttering is hard. At least, that’s what it feels like as I move room to room, paring down our stuff, while humming the above Shaker song and also continuing to keep all the balls of normal life up in the air. Continuing to be there for our kids; feeding them, keeping them in clean clothes, making sure they are on top of their homework and all the upcoming events that are in line, from a swimming competition this weekend to yet another basketball tournament, an upcoming piano and voice festival and finally a music exam.

Tonight when my 12 year old daughter asked, “Mom, when are you going to change my sheets?…it’s been like 3 weeks!” Well, first it hasn’t been three weeks, two at the most and I replied, “don’t you go to bed clean every night after your nightly bath?” Just saying. It’s hard keeping the train rolling, while taking time to chuck off certain items to lighten our load.

I’m happy to say, that this week I took a car load of “stuff” to our local charity organization and another load to the dump, While 90% of the dump load was garden waste from debris I couldn’t cram into my compost bins, it was still letting go of stuff. Believe me, I had thoughts of hoarding those wonderful bags of leaves and garden waste, etc. but one can only keep so many bags of decomposing debris without neighbours starting to look at your stock pile with wonder. Besides, our district chips up all the garden waste and turns it into mulch, so that trip made me feel okay. Still, there are heaps of things to go through and spring is flying by.  I just came in from outside and noticed that there are little buds on the forsythia tree and that is the first sign of spring in our area.

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Spring is here when the forsythia tree next to our House blooms…it will be early this year

Another thing that has been preoccupying my time this week is finishing reading, or rather re-reading the book, “Siddhartha,” by Hermann Hesse. It’s my turn to host our sacred circle book club this month. To be precise tomorrow night.  I have already read this sweet, little classic book that was written decades ago about the life of Siddhartha, aka, Buddha but I wanted to go over it one more time since it was my selection.

I’m so proud that this month, I found an e book AND an audio book on line, so I didn’t have to purchase a new book and then decide what to do with it. Even though this is a great read, it’s one that I don’t think I would want to own and I certainly don’t need another book to sort through. Being frugal, sustainable, and with a minimalistic mindset makes me so thrilled. It’s these little steps I’m taking, that keep me believing it’s possible for us to downsize, enjoying more life with less stuff.

I thought the message from the book was also timely, as the story of Buddha’s life reinforces my minimalistic path and the belief that everything we need to be happy is within us at all times. Part of the suffering we experience on this earth has to do with material possessions, wanting to own them, taking care of them, letting go of them, etc. Why do we put ourselves through that?

When I think about how diverse this blog post already is it makes me laugh. First, I start my post with a picture of a farm house which to me says, “peaceful times.” Anyone that has a tire swing in their yard knows how to enjoy the sweetness of just swinging through life. Then I have the lyrics to the Shaker’s little hymnal, “Tis a Gift to be Simple.” Finally, I bring in thoughts about Buddha. But you know what? All life is tied together. Everything is connected. We have fought wars on this earth because of differences in beliefs, opinions and the ludicrously is, we are all talking the same truth but get caught up in semantics.

But that is a philosophical discussion for another time, however some of the ideas that Buddha presented, is certainly appropriate for my minimalistic mindset towards simplicity. As you know, I’ve been talking about de-cluttering and I have to tell you how my husband and I are approaching the task is totally different. It’s interesting really, since he is a very focused, get one job at a time done person and I am used to multi-tasking. Wars have not been fought thankfully because, we are after all moving in the same direction but we have had to discuss how that is going to look.

For instance, my husband wants to go into a room and get rid all the superfluous items. He feels that would be the most efficient approach. HOWEVER, I want to go into a room and sort through our stuff, while cleaning the items that are to be kept, along with doing any repairs to the room itself. ie; paint inside the cupboards in our family room before putting the toys, CD’s back (although I’m still debating on whether we even need CD’s any longer now that we have our i Pods and download any music we want) but you get the idea.

What we have decided to do for now is divide and conquer.  He has tackled the garage and the den so far and I have done our laundry room and kitchen….well, I’m still working in the kitchen. I was listening to the audio book of Siddhartha while I was cleaning the drawers last night. Did you know you could listen to a piece of classic literature or even learn a whole new language while cleaning and de-cluttering. Amazing!

It can be done!

We are making some headway though and a few thoughts have come to light which I wanted to share with you if you are starting on this journey too. It’s one thing to get down to sifting through the stuff and deciding what is going to be kept, donated, recycled or thrown away…but it’s the stuff with emotions where it really gets hard.

If you have a partner, discuss how de-cluttering looks to them. How do they want to tackle the task and what is the time frame they see as being appropriate for such a feat. You have to set limits and really limits are what minimalism is all about isn’t it? In all aspects of our life, how much stuff you need around you, how many commitments you are willing to take on, how much food you want to eat, how much exercise. Well, it’s all a decision of what feels right for you so that you can maximize your enjoyment of life.

Some compromises may be required.

This takes me back to a story my mom used to lament over. It was a time when my Dad took a load of stuff to the dump without her consideration. There were things he threw out that bothered her for a long time.

One, was a beautiful wicker, antique doll buggy. She loved it and sadly Dad didn’t think of it as special or antique. He just saw it as clutter and old when he took it to the dump. (now since I wasn’t ever able to check that out with my dad that is just an assumption from what my mother relayed to me)

In my childhood memory banks, I recall fondly wearing long dresses and cast off, high heeled shoes and pushing my babies around the yard in this buggy. Maybe, since I was her youngest, holding onto this buggy represented holding onto having babies and young children.

This story touched me so deeply that when our oldest daughter was little, I started looking for a wicker buggy to give her. I finally found one and sewed bedding for the buggy and found the perfect baby doll to put inside. The Christmas that Alyssa was 2 3/4 years old, not only did she receive this new buggy and baby doll, but 5 days before Christmas her new baby brother, Clark arrived. When he was newborn we used to put him in the wicker buggy and push him around.

Here’s the wicker doll buggy that I bought for Alyssa’s Christmas present 22 years ago. She was also a new big sister that Christmas to her baby brother, Clark. We were shocked when we heard, “It’s a Boy.” (in those days they didn’t tell you the gender before birth) and we had to scramble for a bit to find a perfect name for our new son. He carries my maiden name, “Clark”…since my Dad had passed away and had had only daughters. (as if that isn’t enough but in those days carrying a name forward was important…in some cultures it may still be that way.) We thought it would be a tribute to give our first son, my Dad’s surname. ANYWAY….the name we had chosen for our planned second daughter was given to Alyssa’s doll, who is still in the buggy to this day….”Chelsea Anne.”

 

 

Guess what? 22 years later, we still have this buggy…but now I have to decide what to do with it. Do I keep it for Alyssa who has assured me that children are not in her future. She never was the baby doll type of person anyway and although she liked her brother just fine, she really wasn’t impressed with his baby years…or the 6 other siblings that followed afterwards. The little girls are currently playing with the buggy and love to push Chelsea Anne around but there will come a time when we have to decide….”what do we do with the buggy?”

Anyway,  I digress AGAIN, the point is, I now understand why Dad took that old buggy to the dump and I’m sure it wasn’t in the kind of condition that our wicker buggy is currently in. It takes a lot of energy to decide what to do with our belongings, when we do decide to let them go….maybe the dump wasn’t the best place for that old buggy, but Dad didn’t have tons of time to carefully weigh the options and in those days there weren’t the places there are today to recycle and appreciate old things. Everyone in those days had old stuff. He did what he needed to do to create more space in our small home so that we could live a richer life. Thanks Dad for teaching me that lesson by example.

It wasn’t long after this, that my Dad was killed in a truck accident and a year after he passed away, my mom moved us out of our hometown of Hope, leaving my 2 oldest sisters to stay in our home until it sold. (One sister had graduated and had started working at the local bank and the other sister was left to finish high school in the town she had grown up in) I was too young to remember how mom moved us but she had to deal with all our stuff somehow. She remained a bit of a collector all her life, although I won’t say she was a hoarder because she kept everything looking very nice but in some circles, they would say she had problems with letting go of  material things. I think that was quite common when you came from the depression era though. Books were one since she loved to read. Sentimental items were another. Tough stuff.

I know how I view our belongings is shadowed by how my parents dealt with their stuff. With this in mind, I was VERY conscious of how I approached my twin daughters the other day when I asked them to come and look at a basket, over flowing with stuffed animals. I talked to them about how they had so many lovies in the basket that you couldn’t even see them all. We talked about how they didn’t play with most of them and I told them about other children in the world, who didn’t have any lovies at all. I asked them if they felt they could part with any of them. “Which ones are your absolute favourites?” I asked.

Of course, since they are three, four in May, every single lovie was special. I was very careful in helping them choose their favourites. We took time to eliminate the ones they didn’t have a connection with.  I asked them if they thought they could say good bye to the ones that weren’t as special and we could give them to other children to love. They nodded their heads solemnly. We kept the bunnies, since the girls were born in the year of the rabbit (Chinese zodiac) and bunnies happen to not only be a favourite of their’s but I know if my mom were alive, she would have said, “oh keep the bunnies.”

And that brings me to another story from my mother’s childhood. She was a child during the depression but her family was fortunate to live on a farm and they had chickens and rabbits. She loved the bunnies and for a long time, didn’t make the connection that often after having a delicious Sunday dinner of “chicken,” one of her bunnies would coincidentally go missing. I think one of her older brothers finally clued her in…boys!

So we kept the bunnies in the basket but several other non-describt lovies made it to the give a way box. After a final farewell, I moved them quickly out to the garage since I knew if the girls saw them again, they would suddenly feel they would HAVE to sleep with one or all of them that night.

So with another week almost behind me on my minimalism journey, I have a few more tips to share.

Be considerate with your spouse regarding how they are letting go of their possessions. We all have a past and it’s good to be gentle and give others space to let go in their own time. That the truth for them is the same truth for you, but it may just look different. Compromise with compassion. (this from Buddha’s teachings…the compassion part and a reminder that we are all connected….and perfect just as we are)

And if you have children, get them involved and help them to see that letting go isn’t painful but can be enlightening. Can be filled with joy. Hopefully, they can carry some wonderful childhood memories down the road to pass on to their children and it will look like this; People, not things are important. Happiness is within, memories are not in our belongings. They are in our hearts.

Well, I will close but I wanted to share my recipe for Date Squares before I say good night….for yes, it is now evening.

This is  my mom’s recipe. I have tried to make it exactly how she did over the years but it never tastes exactly the same. I don’t know what she did differently…maybe it was just the love she put into each pan. You know how things always taste better when they are made just for you? Maybe it was in the actual tin pan that she cooked her squares in (old, dark and well used) and I use a glass pan? Maybe the quality of ingredients is different but it’s still an amazing recipe.

So Mom and Dad, this is for you. “I’m laying up my treasures in heaven” and all that but until then, I’m making date squares and remembering you both with love.

Ethel’s Date Squares
or what she liked to call her Matrimonial Cake


Ingredients

2 cups rolled oats
2 cups flour…for a great texture use 1/2 white and 1/2 whole wheat
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup butter
1/2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp baking powder
2 tsp cinnamon (this is my addition…my mom didn’t use this)
pinch of salt

Filling
1 pound of dates
2 cups of water
1/2 cup of orange juice….or do what I do and juice a whole orange
pinch of salt
orange rind…about 1 tbsp

Directions

Put all the filling ingredients into a medium saucepan and bring to a rolling boil. Turn down to a simmer for about 20 minutes and then take a potato masher and break the dates so the mixture is smooth and thick. Turn off the heat and let the filling thicken while you are making the bottom and top layer.

In a large bowl, add all the dry ingredients. Add cut up butter (best if the butter is cold) then with a pastry mixer or two knives, continue to cut the butter into the mixture until it’s all well combined.

Press 1/2 of the flour/butter mixture into a 13×9 lightly greased pan. Add and spread all of the filling mixture and finally top it with the other 1/2 of the flour/butter mixture. Pat with a fork.

Bake in an oven 325 degrees if using a glass pan or 350 degrees if using a metal pan. Bake for 30 minutes until the edge is lightly brown.

Let it cool and set and then cut into squares. I usually put 1/2 of these squares into the freezer or they will be gone within the day…..they are really great for book club night meetings too.

For instance, I made this today for my book club meeting and it’s almost gone….but oh so good. If you love dates, I hope you will try this recipe and think of my mom who loved bunnies, babies, books, her family…and my Dad. This coming Saturday, will be the 3rd anniversary since Mom passed away. Another reminder how fleeting this earth journey is, and how stuff just isn’t important.

My mom and Dad and my Dad’s fav squares…..served on my mom’s Forget Me Not china
What do you do with old recipes written out in your mother’s writing? As you can see, I’ve loved this recipe for years but the recipe card is not my mom…she is in my heart and every time I make this recipe she is telling me the story of how much my Dad loved these squares……they are delicious!


So as I leave you, with maybe a recipe to try out, or an inspiration to clear out the clutter in your kitchen, (do you really need five spring form pans, as my dear friend K just mentioned she discovered in her kitchen recently?) maybe you can set up your computer in your kitchen and listen to the audio version of the book, “Siddhartha,” by Hermann Hesse. Here’s the link, if you are interested in listening and remembering that what you think, you become. We all have the seeds of Buddha inside of us. We are all perfect, even as we sit amongst all our stuff. It is a good way to practise the art of letting go gracefully.

I wrote this quote on our chalk board for our Siddhartha meeting tomorrow night….”what we think, we become.”

If you can’t see the link to the Siddhartha audio book below, click this hyperlink.


 Wish you could join me during our sacred circle book club tomorrow night but maybe you can listen to the story and tell me what you think of this classic little book about Buddha’s life.

Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope

A final youtube video….the song, “Tis a gift to be simple” by Yo Yo Ma and Alison Krause…..love, LOVE the cello and Alison’s voice is beautiful………good night dear blog friends

 

 

Minimalist Journey, TIP 1 & 2, and Spicy Bran Muffins

/ Lee Reynolds

Thanks for popping in as I’m excited to share a few tips I have discovered on my early “moments” towards minimalism. The first one became very apparent to me yesterday when I woke up bleary eyed from a brief four hours of sleep the night before.  (I had been writing my first blog about minimalism and finally posted it at 3 am)

Some people have asked me where I find time to write with our busy life with currently 6 kids in our home and two others that I try to stay connected to outside the home. Well…..

Like anything that is important, I find the time. I love to write and although for most of my life as a mom, I have put my needs at the bottom of the list, over the last decade I have learned that this doesn’t have to be the case.In fact, having this mindset is actually detrimental to our family as I get crabby when my needs haven’t been met. I’ve put myself last for so long however that even a tiny bit of “me time” can fill my bucket to over flowing.

I have found time over the years to go to my yoga classes, take a few evening courses, and even have the occasional long walk all alone.  On days when the kids and house needed more attention, even doing a few yoga poses or sun salutations perked me up. My writing though is something that I really have to make a concerted effort to create time for daily/weekly, in order to release all the ideas and thoughts ready to erupt from my brain.

I paid the price yesterday though when I was surviving, yes that is an appropriate word for yesterday on only four hours of sleep. And like any day around here, it was jam packed and I needed to really be in the game.

Have you ever noticed that when you don’t get enough sleep, nothing seems to go right for you. Life is full of obstacles and shadowed with difficult moments, almost like the fog that clouds your brain. Things that you normally find solutions to in milli-seconds takes minutes, or longer.

Therefore, my TIP # 1 for beginning a minimalist journey is to NOT be minimal with regards to your sleep. This is one area that you need a huge amount. A bit ironic, that on the path to being a minimalist, you NEED something big in your life. But yes, sleep is one of them.

As I whipped through the house while the girls were at preschool and perhaps “whipped” isn’t the best verb to describe the way I cleaned the house yesterday morning, I took a large basket with me so I could gather up things on my path that I knew for SURE we didn’t need any longer. I noticed that my decisions for those things were slower than I believe I could have been, had I been well rested. Plus, my pace was definitely slower than my usual speedy, efficient self.

As a previous, fitness instructor, I have a mind set that my house cleaning can be a form of work out. As I bend down to reach for something, I do a squat, as I travel up the stairs, I run, sometimes taking two steps to really work my legs and give me a burst of cardio. When I’m making beds, I lift the sheets way up high, shaking them to air them out but also working my arms and shoulders. Okay, you get the idea and often people have said to me, after hearing I have 8 kids, “wow, you’re in great shape.” I don’t really know what they expect a mom with many kids to look like, but I often reply with a laugh, “my kids are my personal trainers and having a large family requires more work so that may explain why I may appear fit.”

I digress, the point is, that optimum sleep is paramount, if one is to be an efficient minimalist.

The other thing I also noticed was that I wasn’t eating the best. The morning started with me just grabbing an apple as I headed out the door taking Clark to the University bus, then back home to gather up the others, taking Harrison to high school and then Grace and Will to elementary school (yes, I know not very environmentally conscious/green, all that driving, but Grace was downhill skiing with her class yesterday and she had a lot of gear to take to school) and finally I had to take the little two to preschool. Upon returning home, AT LAST, since I was moving slower than usual, I didn’t stop for a good breakfast but plowed right into the work. Cleaning the kitchen, gathering up laundry, making beds. Yes, not eating… is not the best idea.

Since Will had invited a friend over after school, I made special oatmeal cookies, loaded with trail mix type filling. I also made a large snack plate to be brought out of the fridge when they arrived home later in the day. It had cut up veggies and fruit, some crackers and cheese and of course several of these large cookies on the plate. It was close to 11 am so I raced back to preschool.

After collecting the little girls, we went to the recycling center to drop off all the bottles we had accumulated and then the library where many of the books on minimalism were on on hold for me.  Can I say enough about our library? I LOVE IT!….and although I love books, I can see that as long as I’m close to a library, I can let go of my books.

Here’s what I picked up;

Yeah!.. the book above will be an easy read and down below is a link to one of this author’s youtube videos.

The book above was written by the two guys I wrote about in my last post….although they don’t share the same lifestyle that I have (with a large family) I really like them. They remind me of my nephew, E, who lives in Vancouver in Yale town and enjoys a lovely very urban lifestyle. (he also has a minimalistic approach since he has a studio apartment.


The book above is written by a woman who is a mom like me….I listened to an interview she gave on the web and she had such a down to earth manner that I really resonated with….I’m looking forward to reading her book….

and because I knew that part of my quest for minimalism had to do with my diet, I also picked up these books as well.
  AND

I love Deepak….as you know I participate in all the group meditations that he and Oprah put on….there is one coming up again in March and the focus will be on “success.” Check out the Chopra’s center to sign up.

After lunch (I fed the little girls but didn’t stop to eat) we went to pick up our University son and brought him home as he was going to greet Will and his friend V, after school, while I picked up Harrison from high school, collect Grace and all her ski stuff and then take her to her swim club session. To keep me going, as I was in and out of the house driving kids around, I grabbed a few of the cookies I made and a little bowl of fruit and veggies.

When I finally came home, as I was making dinner, I ate another cookies, okay, maybe two. Then, since I was still starving, I basically inhaled dinner not really “aware” of what was going in my mouth as I chewed and as we all hurriedly talked about  the things each of us had on our plate for the evening.

After dinner as I was cleaning up, I knew I still had a full evening ahead with bathing the little kids, telling stories, working with Will on his reading, checking in with Grace on her homework, tucking in little people, making lunches, you get the picture and since I was running out of steam, I opened the box of chocolates that D had given me for Valentines as I was cleaning up the kitchen….I ate one chocolate and then two and finally three!!!

I said goodbye to Harrison, with a mouthful of chocolate. He was off to play another basketball game and since I had attended the one the night before, I let David see last night’s game. Then after the game, Harrison had asked if he could go to the February Valentine’s dance at school. Thank heavens I didn’t have to get him to those activities but since my number one helper, “my husband” was out for the evening, it was up to me to pick up the slack. So to keep going, my body ate another chocolate as I yelled for Will to start the bath water running.

That brings me to TIP #2 beginning the minimalism journey. After reading everything I just wrote, you probably are thinking tip #2should be ridding ourselves of activities….but no…that will have to be something we consider down the road. In these early days, my tip # 2 is, prepare healthy meals, eat slowly, savour your food and even if you have a busy day like I had yesterday, be mindful of the moments when you are eating.

On this journey, I want minimalism to create fuller, richer moments in every aspect of my life and getting sufficient sleep and eating consciously, with joy for I do love food, these must be the foundation for my life to flourish.

No matter your lifestyle, I would think this would be the base for a good life but in addition to North Americans having a lot of stuff cluttering up their homes, I think it’s safe to say that we as a society don’t get enough sleep. We certainly don’t have the best eating habits. (what do you think?)

After I put the little ones to bed, I quickly performed all the evening chores I needed to do in order to allow our morning to flow smoother. Then exhausted, I went to bed. Even though I was very tired, I started reading the new book I had picked up from the library, “Clutterfree with Kids,” by Joshua Becker. While it was very interesting, by 9:15 my eyes were really heavy. I set the book down, sprayed some lavender mist on my pillow that my sister C had given me, put some peppermint drops from Saje that my other sister B had given to me (because I used to be addicted to Vicks under my nose at bedtime….a story for another day about clearing up our addictions) and I dropped off to a blissful, deep sleep. Oh sweet dreams.

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I woke up this morning refreshed and ready and excited to start a new day. The first thing I did today was take my green powder drink, make some oatmeal/quinoa cereal and I brewed a pot of Mother’s Helper tea from David’s Tea and while I sipped my first cup, I made some bran muffins. The cookie jar is still packed with the cookies I made yesterday but today, I ‘m going to have a good bran muffin as a conscious, well deserved snack before we do the piano and voice lessons, the basketball practise etc. (yes we do have to do something about the activities)

As I write this blog, it’s later in the morning, I’ve done my morning chores and while the girls play with their dollhouse, I thought I would pass on these two tips to you.

      Get enough sleep and eat healthy meals and snacks

Well I’m off to do some deeper cleaning with a large basket under my arm. My intention is to start my deep cleaning with the thought, “do I need this and do I love it?” foremost in my brain. Wish me luck!

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Hey and before I close I thought I would share the bran muffin recipe I have been using for years. It was the first muffin recipe that I ever made as a newly married woman. I hope you like it too and in a way, it’s kind of appropriate for the minimalism path since it clears out your colon REALLY well. Nothing like the feeling of cleaned out inside too right?…okay maybe too much information but hey…..when we start talking about paring down, shouldn’t we also be thinking of what is inside us as well?

Pumpkin Bran Muffin Recipe

Hope’s Minimalism Bran Muffins

11/4 cup of flour….I use 3/4 cup of whole wheat flour and 1/2 cup of white flour
11/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 baking soda
1/4 salt
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1/2 ground nutmeg
1/4 all spice
11/4 cup milk…..almond, rice, cow…whatever you prefer…I like almond
1/4 vegetable oil….or coconut is great too
1/3 cup molasses
1 egg
1/2 raisins
11/2 cup of a bran type cereal……I have used All Bran and that is I believe where I got this recipe years ago….of the cereal box

1. Mix all the dry ingredients together

2. In a large bowl, combine cereal and milk. Let stand 4 minutes or until cereal is softened. Add oil, molasses and egg. Beat well. Stir in raisins.

3. Add flour mixture, stirring just until combined. Portion batter evenly into 12 lightly greased muffin-pan cups.

4. Bake at 400°F about 20 minutes or until the toothpick comes out clean

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These muffins will help keep things moving…..I also like to sprinkle some ground flax on top of the muffins before they go into the oven and that really helps me stay regular.

Oh….and one final tip as it goes with helping things in your colon get flushed out….drink water~as you are working through your stuff. In fact, often during the clean up, you may reach for food as a distraction, but instead, drink a full glass of water, nice and slow and appreciate how far you have already come. Be SIMPLY GRATEFUL.

If you want some more minimalist inspiration, check out this youtube video by Joshua Becker (more joy on owning less) who wrote the book that I’m currently reading, “Clutterfree with Kids”. He has a typical American family with 2 kids and is now a minimalist. (Note: he does talk about his spirituality in the longer video above…click on the hyperlink above to see it. When he references God etc, it may be interesting to watch your reaction. For me…..I think the road to minimalism can create more time for us to contemplate our connection to Source and our soul’s journey….unless you don’t want to that is….as my older son says…..becoming minimalist can allow more time for no reflection at all…..just being)
Well, I’m off to tackle my spice cupboard….what are you working on?
 
Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.
Blessings from Hope

 

Carrot Cake~A Hero’s Journey

/ Lee Reynolds

“Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
 
As you may or may not know, I’m a HUGE Lord of the Ring fan. Well, maybe not as massive a fan as my daughter Alyssa, who could probably teach a University level course on Tolkien’s writing and Middle Earth history. She has been known to speak Elvish and when she performed her Irish Dance steps as a child/teen, I could almost see the Elves and Hobbits dancing beside her as her curls bounced to the lilting Celtic music.

When she and her brother Clark, (she on piano and Clark on violin) used to play one of the songs from the movie, “In Dreams,” I used to weep in sadness that we did not live in such a world or a time as is portrayed in Tolkien’s literature. It was a time and place of innocence and magic. I’d like to think I did play a bit part in creating her passion for this literature, since I introduced her to Tolkien when she was around 11 or 12. My mom and I also kept her belief in faeries/elves and the like alive by surrounding her with faerie stories and music.

(If you are unable to see the video below, click on this hyperlink which will take you to the Lord of the Rings soundtrack, “In Dreams.”….for inspiration to journey starts there)

I think of our dear daughter now, over in the U.K. teaching English to the English and I have to smile for she is finally living in a country steeped in history. A country where Tolkien was inspired to write his Middle Earth tales, she is starting her epic journey.

Teaching isn’t the easiest thing to do when one is more comfortable behind the piano, behind a book, behind the camera, sitting in the corner observing.

She pushes her comfort zone each day as she faces things that are hard and difficult. It may be modern times but courage and determination are needed. I think if Gandalf were really alive and well he would say, “Well done, Alyssa! Stay with the quest.”

And when I look at another of our children, Mitchell, who was just home from University for part of his February reading week, my heart goes out to him as he often struggles trying to find his authentic self and the path that he must walk. I try to share mother wisdom with him but all the wisdom in my heart will not help him on his journey. Only he knows the way and it’s my job to trust and let go that he will listen well to his heart and follow where it bids him to travel. I have lived long enough to know that it will turn out right.

In my own life, when my friends and family questioned many of my life choices; to leave a comfortable career, to have more children later in life than society deems prudent; to leave the city and move out to the country, I had to shut out those voices and go inward. I had to find my own path and keep following the signs along the way, encouraging me to stay true to myself. My life is now rich with what I love to do, care for my family, write, garden, and while many would not think this is a worthy life purpose, I know it is the way that I will grow as a soul.

What about you? Do you question your life’s path? It’s really simple to follow the road signs if you recognize the symbols along the way although they aren’t always easy to discern. I remember trying to decide about a certain life choice years ago. The two doors were open wide but I just couldn’t decide which one to walk through. I was praying for guidance daily. Minute to minute uttering the words, “help me with the direction to take,” as my mantra.

Then one day as I was driving our children to their after school activities and of course we were in a hurry as usual, hoping that we wouldn’t be late but of course we got behind a slow moving vehicle. I had to step on the brakes, take a deep breath and when I did, I realized the car in front of me had a bumper sticker in the rear that read, “Trust Comes First.”

As soon as I read those words, I got shivers as if my guardian angel were sitting right beside me whispering the message directly into my ear. I knew what I had to do in that second. I let go of any fear that I had been holding onto and knew which door to walk through. I wanted to follow that car and when the driver finally stopped to say, “Thank you, as you have no idea how much your bumper sticker helped me today.” Do you ever wonder why certain people or things are put on your path at a precise time? There are no coincidences in life. Everything happens for a reason but we aren’t often listening or watching for guidance.

And so, while I continue on my hero’s journey, a part of that is trusting that goodness will always prevail. That my children will be okay and that the messages that Tolkien wrote about in the Lord of the Rings and his other books have reached them. Every Christmas we have a tradition now of watching the movies together, often we are quoting the lines at the same time, they are entrenched in our memory.

(If unable to see the above, check this hyperlink to the Youtube video of Gandalf …”All you need to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”

While there are many lines from the book/movie that are profound, the above has to be my favourite, as it helps me to remember to live fully and never let fear take over.

And before I leave today, I wanted to share my Carrot Cake recipe with you, my dear readers because, well, at the end of a journey, one needs to find nourishment and comfort. Also, carrot cake happens to be one of my daughter Alyssa’s favourite desserts. This recipe was given to me by my sister C, years ago and I have made hundreds of carrot cakes since then. Do we ever really realize how the smallest things we contribute and share can change the world? This simple, easy recipe has created moments for our family to stop on our path, celebrate life, restore ourselves and have the energy to carry on….like lembas bread.

Thank you C  for this recipe. I hope it becomes a family fav for you too.

Hope’s Carrot Cake

Ingredients

2 cups flour (1 cup white, 1 cup whole wheat flour)
2 cups sugar  (1 cup white, 1 cup brown sugar)
2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 cup rapeseed oil or any light oil of your choice
2 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp all-spice
4 eggs
3 cups finely grated carrots (I don’t use my food processor…I like grating by hand for this recipe)

Directions

1. Sift dry ingredients
2. Add oil to dry and stir really well…this is a thick mixture
3. Add eggs, one at a time until well combined
4. Add carrots and ensure blended well

5. Pour mixture into a lightly greased pan of your choice. (I use a bundt pan or a 9×13 pan)

Bake for 350 degrees for 45 to 50 minutes…if using a glass pan….bake at 325 degrees

Cream Cheese frosting
1- 4 ounce package or 1/2 of the large 8 ounce package
3 tsp milk
11/2 tsp sugar
8 tbsp of icing sugar
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 tsp vanilla
Blend cheese and milk then slowly add the additional ingredients until smooth

Adjust the amounts depending on whether you want a glaze or a thick icing on your cake

When the cake is cooled, ice with the above and sprinkle walnuts on top….Journey’s End

I’m serving the cake on my mother’s “Forget Me Not” china tea set….we all make such a difference in each other’s lives

 

 

 

My beautiful son Mitchell, home for reading week…now back on his path

 

My darling daughter Alyssa, on her Hero’s journey….this pic from.her day trip to Windsor Castle, Bath and Stonehenge

The next time you are wondering about your life purpose or whether you are on the right path,, all you have to do is trust that everything will become clear in time, let go…and  ENJOY.

YOU are the hero in your own journey!

(If you can’t see the Youtube video above…click here for the video of “Into the West” from Lord of the Rings)

Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Gandalf and Pippin from the Return of the King….”The Journey Does Not End Here.”

Blessings from Hope

Cranberry Scones~Entering the Castle

/ Lee Reynolds

 


~Saint Teresa of Avila~

I’m back! After a month long hiatus from my blog, I want to declare I am well. My computer however needed serious healing with the local computer geeks…but it now seems well too. While it was being repaired though, I was able to plough through my latest book club selection by Caroline Myss called, “Entering the Castle… Finding the Inner Path to God and Your Soul’s Purpose.”
(This book was inspired by St. Teresa of Avila, who was an extraordinary 16th century saint and contemplative master. She wrote “The Interior Castle” which was a guide to finding your soul.)

                                                                      
                                                         
A glimpse into the writing from this book……

“Contain your experience with the divine so that it does not escape you but rather shapes you.  Be silent.  Silence will help you avoid engaging in the games of competition and illusion that regularly seduce us in the outside world.  Silence also helps you avoid distraction.  It helps focus the busy mind—the mind that always has to be doing something, thinking something, the mind that always has to be otherwise engaged lest it become introspective and allow the soul’s voice to override its own.  The silence I am describing is a silence that you use to contain the grace you receive when you enter the Castle of your soul.  This quality of silence allows you to engage in discernment.  You carry this silence within you, even when you are with others.  It allows you to hold your center amid the chaos of your life; it keeps you clear so that you do not do or say things you will regret or make decisions out of fear.”
Caroline Myss
Source: Entering the Castle: An Inner Path to God and Your Soul, Pages: 38-39
Our book club meeting was cancelled last night because our hostess, L, had a houseful of sick children and an ailing husband. (I have been there!) That’s okay, as it gives me more time to go back and work on some of the “soul work” that the book suggests.

Do you ever find it interesting that when you are working on connecting with the divine, that stuff comes up to make you work all the harder to align yourself and your actions with your highest self? WEtLL, I have had a boat load of crap hitting the fan around here all month and I am very conscious of how unsettling it is to me. I guess that is the thing about raising your vibration. All of a sudden you are hyper-sensitive to negative energy fields AND how you are reacting to them. Let’s just say, I have been caught up in the drama a bit more than I would have liked.

Okay, here is where I breathe in and whisper “Om” and exhale slowly.Peaceful breathing.

I’m not going to go into details over everything that has transpired, for there is always something in life to suck us in and take control of our sacred self and don’t we love to vent! In retrospection, I’m so grateful for the blue screen which signaled the shut down of the hard drive on my computer, for I wouldn’t have taken the time to REALLY read this deeply moving book or been listening to my soul which is gently reminding me that all is well. In our darkest moments, the brightest light shines.

Although I was aware that the key to communing with my soul was practicing a daily ritual of silence, meditation, and prayer, this book reaffirmed what I already knew and helped to get me back on track. It carried me through some rough patches this month.

In the past, my prayers have often started with a thank you, but then they would go on asking for protection for my family, friends, and world. While reading “Entering the Castle,” I have come to realize that within the walls of my castle, I am always protected. There is NOTHING to fear. My prayer is now just a humble thank you. It is a blissful thank you. It is a tearful thank you, as I’ve been reminded that I am perfect exactly as I am and always, ALWAYS loved. All is well.

On this earth school, we get side tracked as we bump up against walls and try to figure out how to scale them. We forget that the draw bridge to our castle is always down for us to cross and we can enter at any time to be restored and filled with the love that is waiting there, just for us. Then when we re-emerge to our “real life,” we are over flowing with light and love and wherever we go we shine.

 


I’m going to spend a lot of my weekend in my castle, restoring my energy. In silence, as much as one is able with 6 children in residence. In quiet contemplation throughout the day. I may head out for a walk in nature sometime throughout the weekend and then when my legs are tired, I’ll return home to make myself a pot of spicy chai tea. My favourite thing to drink this time of year. Maybe I will even whip up another batch of cranberry orange scones.The last batch I made last week were literally inhaled.

A favourite room in my castle is filled with floor to ceiling dark wood bookshelves, loaded with   books. A crackling fire is filling the room with light and on either side of the fireplace are comfy chairs. Between the chairs, is a small table, perfectly suited for a tray with a pot of tea and a plate of scones.

It is there, when I sit opposite my soul and open up boxes from my past. Memories of humiliation, hurt and ridicule. It is there I empty the boxes, letting go of fear, anger, and scorn. Not just inflicted upon me, but also when I was the perpetrator of pain. I become humble. My wounds finally heal and divine grace overcomes me. Peace and a sense of of belonging fill me and a connection to all things in time and space overwhelm me. Tears of gratitude flow.

And then I leave that room after saying a thanksgiving prayer and open another door, peeking into another castle room where more soul work can take place.


What does your favourite castle room look like? What restores your soul so you can heal and go out into the world and fill it with more light? You are not alone.

Princess Victoria and Kathryn in their castle in our family room


Before I close, I want to share my delicious scone recipe with you so you too can whip up a batch and perhaps while you are sipping your tea and enjoying a scone, you will think of me and know you have a soul companion while you are on your journey. Your soul’s journey.

(BTW..scones are a Scottish quick bread originated between 1505 and 1515. Scones are named after the Stone of Destiny (or Scone), the place where Scottish kings were once crowned…….kind of an appropriate thing to take into your castle is what I was thinking)

These scones were eaten quickly while still hot, yummy!



Hope’s “Castle” Cranberry Orange Scones

Ingredients

2 cups of all purpose flour
1/4 cup sugar and then 2 tbsp of sugar for topping
1 tbsp grated orange peel
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/3 cup cold butter
1 cup dried cranberries
1/4 cup orange juice (I squeeze the orange that I used for the peel)…save 1 tbsp for the glaze
1/4 cup half and half cream
1 egg 
1 tbsp milk for the topping

Glaze recipe

1/2 cup confectioner’s sugar
1 tbsp of orange juice
1 tsp of cinnamon…Alyssa loves this addition

Directions

In a large bowl, combine flour, 1/4 cup sugar, orange peel, baking powder salt and the baking soda. Then cut in the butter with a pastry cutter or two knives until the mixture resembles course crumbs. Set aside and then in a smaller bowl combine cranberries, orange juice, cream and egg. Add to flour mixture and stir until you have a soft dough.

Pour onto a floured surface and then knead gently. Pat dough into an 8 inch lightly greased pan…I use my cake pan. Brush top with milk, then sprinkle with the sugar.

Bake at 400 degrees F for 12 to 15 minutes or until lightly brown. Let sit for a few minutes and then turn over onto a wire rack. 

When slightly cooled, drizzle the glaze over the warm scones. Cut into triangles, serve nice and warm,,,,and don’t forget to set aside a few to take into your castle with your pot of tea.

  “Let your Castle become a sacred ground beneath your feet. Live the power of your soul. Listen to and follow the voice of your soul. You are not alone. No higher purpose in this life exists than to be called into a mystical relationship withe the divine.” ~Caroline Myss~…last page from the book


“Let nothing disturb you                         
Let nothing frighten you
All things pass away
God never changes
Patience obtains all things
He who has God lacks for nothing
God alone suffices.”   ~Saint Teresa of Avila~

Leeds Castle in the U.K. (interestingly, as I was writing this blog post, my daughter unbeknownst to me was touring Leeds Castle…WOW!


And all manner of things shall be well~

 Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope

 

 

 

Healing Our Body, Our Soul and Mother Earth

/ Lee Reynolds
Wisdom to heal is within each of us
Little did I know but this blog post was inspired early this morning, when I selected one of the tiny wisdom cards from my seashell. The words on the card said, “Slow down~When you move too fast, you miss so much.”~
These precious cards were given to me this past Christmas by my niece, T, who lives in Victoria with her family. Her husband R and her two beautiful daughters, H and M. My niece T, is a gentle soul with a warrior’s heart. She is sensitive, compassionate, kind, loving and oh so generous. Thank you T, for helping me remember what I already know.
(If you are interested in learning more about these cards….I will put more details below)
The wisdom cards given to me by my niece T…..this one says, “Slow down, when you move too fast, you miss SO much.”

As I went about my morning, I thought about this message and very quickly it became clear how it  would resonate in my life. First, I received an email from my wonderful sister B, who is a strong, intuitive woman with such a kind heart. She goes out of her way to help others for instance, rather than going to high tea to celebrate her birthday this past Sunday, she asked how she could help our son who was flying back to the city to start his second term of University.

She not only picked up Mitchell but his friend as well, she took them grocery shopping at Costco and then drove Mitchell to his dorm and his friend to the place he resides while going to school. Other than a foot injury last year, she always seems to be so healthy. She is really good at listening to her body and soul, and taking care of both,  but is service to others another key to staying healthy?

Then, she told me about her daughter T and her granddaughters not feeling well this week. Flu season is here after all, but I just went hmmmm, maybe there is a message I can learn from all of this today. T (who you may remember gave me the wisdom cards) and her husband both work, lead a busy life in a large city, raising their two beautiful girls but they are really good at listening to their bodies. What’s up….are they able to slow down enough for what their bodies need?

Then I received another lovely email from my sister, C, who is a yogi, a personal trainer, a reiki master, an artist, and I think a modern mystic…but aren’t we all? Except most of us aren’t truly tuned in or even trying to listen. Anyway, she wrote me an interesting email titled, “Universal Health.” In her email, whether she realized it or not, she inspired me on ways to stay healthy, and also help the earth. She mentioned that this month she was involved in some art classes and then she talked about hanging their laundry to dry and how she loved the smell of air dried clothes.

Finally, she wrote about their green bathroom practice to save water, “when it’s yellow, let it mellow. If it’s brown, flush it down.” Okay, maybe TMI, but I was thinking of how her whole life has been devoted to staying healthy within her mind, body and soul, while inspiring others to follow suit. Also, by walking the earth gently it allows healing to take place which in turn nourishes us. Mother earth give us the basics for perfect health, clean water, air and healthy food, not to mention beauty everywhere to feed our soul.

She then took me down memory lane when she used to teach fitness and on her business card were the words, “Universal Health.” Her creative, and artistic son, S, drew a picture of a cute alien in meditative pose, floating above the world with, “Universal Health” as the heading. She wasn’t just promoting her ability to train individuals towards greater fitness and health but she was referring to how we could heal the earth, and hence heal ourselves by creating a healthy Universe for us ALL to enjoy.

Okay, too many coincidences for me to ignore. I had to write about health and how we can heal ourselves. It also seemed like the perfect blog post for a New Year, when so many people are working towards their conscious intention of obtaining great health, more joy, greener living…etc. Thank you to my sisters, and my niece for this inspiration.Although, you have no idea how extensive you touch my life in so many other ways.  Okay, here is my post for today….

 

 

 

Recently my family had a lovely, relaxing holiday, as well as two bonus snow days which were magical.  I thought we were ready to start the New Year with gusto and although everyone finally returned to school and their respective jobs this week, some of us were not functioning at our best.
Now that is understandable, as it takes a few days to re-adjust to getting up earlier and fitting back into a regimented structured schedule, but over the holidays a few of our children caught cold viruses and weren’t recovering as fast as I would have liked.
Will got sick first, a few days after Christmas. Although he had had a slight cough, I was surprised how quickly his croup incident came upon us. We had put him to bed, thinking nothing other than it had been a lovely day. There was no warning whatsoever, until in the middle of the night, I awoke to our little guy’s barking cough. I knew exactly what was occurring when I saw him sitting up in bed, gasping for air.
The first croup incident occurred when he was a toddler. When we realized he was having such a hard time catching his breath we did the logical thing and rushed him to the ER at our nearby hospital. When we arrived, they diagnosed him as having croup and administered medicine through an inhaler. However, he had improved so much just by being out in the cold air on the way to the hospital, that the next time he had a croup incident, we just took him outside first rather than rushing him to the ER.
At the back of my mind though, I’m always second guessing taking my child outside, instead of to the hospital. As I sit rocking him, bundled in a warm comforter, whispering soothing words, “it’s okay, it’s okay, take little breaths, little breaths,” I’m praying inside, “please God, keep him breathing, keep his heart beating.” It’s such a terrifying experience as a parent and yet, a part of me is also saying to myself,…..”Hope, it’s okay, it’s okay… JUST keep breathing.” We always know the path to take deep inside.

What is always amazing to me is how resilient children are. They can be extremely sick one night and then bright and chipper the next morning. It’s so surreal. But there is a lesson here, as small children live in the moment and appreciate the smallest things in life. Their joy and exuberance is another key.

Then, a few days after putting the vaporizer away, we heard that tell tale, barking cough coming from the twin’s room. Both girls had had colds, but it was Kate who was struggling to breathe one night. Although she and her twin, Victoria had been tiny 5 pounders, when they were born, they have been healthy babies and toddlers. We have been really thankful that they have hardly had a cold in their 31/2 years. So when she caught the croup virus, it really caught us off guard. Thankfully, like Will she recovered nicely after a trip outside and an evening with the vaporizer in her room. Then a few days later, Victoria, who also caught a cold, developed a rash all over her body, which I understand is a common side effect from some cold viruses.

Not only were the little ones feeling unwell but our oldest daughter Alyssa, who has been teaching in the U.K. since September, and working so hard at her new position, caught the flu right before Christmas and she spent the whole holiday coughing and was extremely tired. And back in our home, Grace had a cough and Clark also had been really tired and suffering from a sore throat. As the kids got ready to head back to school, I KNEW I had to do something drastic. I opened up my pantry and went into my laundry room, where I keep my herbs.

Okay, my pantry needs serious organization work…but keeping a well stocked pantry with nuts, seeds, dried fruit, flax, oats, quinoa, can really give you the boost when you are needing a quick energy fix.
I use this indoor expandable clothing rack to dry my herbs…it’s great and accessible when I need to refill my herb jars.
Being able to grow my own herbs has taken my cooking to another level…one of greater health AND looking at my herbs reminds me of that song by Simon and Garfunkel…”Scarborough Fair”….see below

If you can’t click on the link above, click here to hear and view… Simon and Garfunkel’s song, “Scarborough Fair” which I always think of when I’m using “parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme” in my cooking…love this classic sweet melody….sing it while making your soup to heal your family

I took stock and knew that things like garlic, ginger, “parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme”, brown rice, vegetables, all simmered in an aromatic broth would heal us. There is something restorative about these foods, they are our comfort foods, allowing our bodies to balance and return to perfect health. Here is my version of a healing Soul Soup….

Hope’s Chicken and Rice Soup…(although I have added chicken, vegetable broth and more veggies works beautifully with the rice and all the garlic and ginger too…let your heart be your guide)

Ingredients

2 tbsp olive oil
2 medium onions
4 garlic cloves
4 tbsp fresh minced ginger
2 celery stick
6 Chicken Thighs
12 cups of  chicken broth 
1 cup of uncooked basmati brown rice
5 large carrots
1 tbsp parsley (and if you have any fresh as well you can add it to the soup when serving)
1 tbsp sage
1 tbsp thyme
1 tbsp rosemary
Salt and pepper
(optional: swiss chard or spinach)

Directions: 

1. Soak 1 cup of brown rice (I use basmati) in 2 cups of water
2. Bake chicken, seasoned with some salt, pepper, garlic and ginger in 375 degree oven for 30 minutes

I sprinkled the chicken with salt, pepper, garlic powder and ginger powder…and caught all the juice in the tin foil and added it to the broth



3. In a large stock pot, add 1 tbsp olive oil and saute, 1 diced onions, 1 cup up celery stick, 2 cloves of minced garlic and 2 tbsp of fresh minced ginger…cook until translucent. 

 

4. Add 12 cups of chicken broth

5. Add the dried parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, oh and salt and pepper to taste. Then carrots.

oops, sideways…but you get the idea…lot of lovely dried herbs are the key to flavour

 

And if you are making it a totally veggie soup…be creative..I love beans and mushrooms with carrots

6. Add 1 tbsp of olive oil to a frying pan and saute second medium diced onion, 2nd celery stick, 2 minced garlic cloves and 2 tbsp minced ginger…add the cooked chicken. Allow the chicken to brown really well creating more broth for the soup. (we are funny about meat…we like to cook it really well…especially chicken…plus it just makes more broth) After cooking for about 10 minutes, add chicken to the stock pot….add salt and pepper liberally as you are browning the chicken

After cooking the chicken in the oven, browning it with onions, celery, garlic and more ginger just layer the flavors again.


7. Rinse the rice and add to the stock pot.

I had been soaking the rice in a jar…rinse it and then add it to the soup…boiling and then simmering

8. Bring to a boil, then simmer for an hour…..or until the rice is cooked. (I like making my soup mid afternoon and simmering for a few hours until dinner…the smell in the house is like aromatherapy in my opinion) Also, if you want to add some swiss chard or spinach do so just before serving the soup…the added greens are lovely and add more nutrition to your soup.

Light a few candles, serve with a green salad, bread sticks (recipe below) and a glass of white wine…or in our kids case, they had their Umma’s special, “pink lady”drink..which is cranberry juice and ginger ale which is perfect when your tummy isn’t feeling all that great and you are maybe a bit dehydrated….it makes it festive for the kids to have a special drink.

 

Okay, actually this doesn’t look all that great…ha…but then I had to serve 9 people and wasn’t able to touch up before the photo shoot…but you wouldn’t believe the flavour…D came home for lunch the next day so he could have more soup!…good thing his office is just 5 minutes away from home.

 

My family was saying…’really mom, another blog post…can’t we just eat already…it was so delicious and restorative HERE’S TO YOUR GOOD HEALTH!

 

The little girls sitting next to us at their little table were thrilled with the Soul Soup…”we are all in perfect health!”..CHEERS!

Although, I did not make bread sticks on the day that I made this delicious soup, as we had some good heart buns in the house, I love making my bread sticks to go along with my soups…or my pasta…well my kids like bread sticks anytime. Here’s the recipe. Mitchell brought the recipe home from his grade 9 Foods class. I have never been a fan of taking Foods in high school for our kids because I teach them how to cook at home but this was one recipe, I was thankful to receive as we enjoy it several times a month.

Mitchell’s Bread sticks…also known as our Crazy bread recipe

Ingredients

5 cups Flour
5 tsp sugar
1 tsp salt
1 tsp baking soda
5 tsp yeast
450 ml of hot water

Topping;
1/2 cup of melted butter
2 tsp garlic powder
75 ml parmesan cheese

Preheat oven to 425 F

1 Combine flour, sugar, salt, baking soda, and yeast
2. Add hot water to make sof dough
3. Turn out dough onto lightly floured counter
Knead until smooth, and elastic, about 2 minutes
4. Cover, with a damp paper towel, Let rest 5 minutes
5. Meanwhile, combine melted butter, and garlic powder
6,  Roll out dough to 1 cm thickness.
7. Using a pastry brush, brush on half of the melted butter
8. Place on lightly greased baking sheet.
9. Bake for 7-9 minutes or until lightly brown..watch closely
10. Remove from oven and brush with remaining melted butter and sprinkle with parmesan cheese

Cut into sticks or shapes of your choice

I make a large batch and they disappear very fast…the little kids begging for some BEFORE dinner

Then as if that weren’t enough, as this health idea was brewing in my brain all day, I received a phone call from our son Mitchell. As I mentioned earlier, he is back in Victoria attending his second term of University, but today he called me to say he went to the clinic as he wasn’t feeling great and it’s now confirmed that he has contracted mono. (His roommate in his University cluster had caught it in the fall) I absolutely knew by then, that after the little ones were in bed tonight, I would be writing a blog post about health and healing.

I wondered why he was so tired during the holiday break. While he worked really hard at his grocery store position, both weeks while home, as well as filled each moment visiting family and friends, he seemed more under the weather than is normal for this energetic, upbeat 18 year old, (almost 19 year old) so I was concerned. Knowing this virus was brewing, makes me wish I had made some soul soup for him before he left to return to school.

Well, as for the Wisdom card message, “Slow Down, when you move so fast, you miss So much, ” a few thoughts have come to me today. First, often we become sick to begin with by burning the candle at both ends, if you will and not allowing any light to infuse our lives. We work so hard and life for many people today is stressful. It’s also, not aligned with what our earth needs to heal itself either.

When we slow down and connect with nature, we are able to balance ourselves and recognize what each of us needs to do in order to stay in perfect health and keep our Universe healthy as well. By living consciously, breathing deeply, moving and connecting out in nature, eating whole, as close to nature food, we stay in our natural state. Perfect health.

So the next time you become ill, say thank you. It’s an opportunity to slow down and allow contemplation and connection to occur….”what are you meant to be doing after all?”

 

And before I close, I just wanted to share some information about the precious wisdom cards and a link to an interesting TED Talks presentation by Allan Savory below. First about the precious cards.

These card were created by a Victoria, B.C. yoga teacher, mother and nature lover, “Linda Cirella.” Each deck contains 80 cards and is printed on eco-friendly paper in Victoria, B.C.  Canada
These cards were created to remind you of what you already know deep within your core; and to help you to connect with it….because when you embody that wisdom you shine BRIGHTLY and you feel more ALIVE. And as a result you have more to give to others…So the world gets a little brighter!!!

Thank you again to T for the cards and to my sister B and my sister C…for always inspiring me! YOU ARE LOVED!

 

If you are interested in purchasing the cards contact Linda at om_shantii@yahoo.ca 

Wisdom is always a great gift to share.

And my final thought for the day is in regards to a Ted Talk my sacred sister, L, sent to me about healing our planet by Allan Savory. (thanks L…your angels must have whispered to send it to me)

Here’s the link to the Youtube video, but if you are using an apple product you may have to click here to see it. “Allan Savory’s presentation on TED Talks, how to green the world’s deserts and reverse climate change”

I believe it’s worth the time it takes to view it….slow down, when you move too fast you miss so much.

You never know when you will pick up a tiny piece of wisdom, put it in your back pocket and contemplate how it may change the world. Remember, we are ALL connected!

Until, I see you again, may you be WELL, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fruit Blast Muffins~Snowy Days

/ Lee Reynolds

This is what the lake and surrounding hills looked like on Christmas day 2014..so much for a white Christmas

 

And then, this was a picture from our deck yesterday, January 5th, 2015. Looks like winter is finally here

And not only has winter finally arrived but yesterday and today were SNOW DAYS!

I don’t remember a time in the last 20 years when we received so much snow or there was a snow day declared, although in 1998 we did have a snowy Christmas. That was the year that Harrison was born on December 19th. It was also the year that my husband D. brought Harrison and I home from the hospital on the 21st and then promptly went to bed with a terrible flu. He didn’t get up for 10 days and when he did, he had a terrible cough for months later. Our oldest, Alyssa, said she remembered that Christmas being really snowy and it was probably because with a new baby in the house and a sick husband, I had the three older children, then 8, 5, (almost 6) and 2, (almost 3) outside a lot helping me shovel the drive-way…although being still young, they were probably sledding in our yard.

Anyway, it’s been a while since we had a snow day. D, couldn’t even go to work on the first day so what did we do?

Well, the little kids did some colouring in their new books.

Will tried to read a really funny book he received for Christmas…

And Clark and Harrison shoveled….

And shoveled…..

And Shoveled…..and these were just a few of the pictures I snapped of them digging us out.

Of course D and I also took our turns. After all we do own 4 snow shovels so this white stuff is not unheard of…but we don’t usually get such a large snowfall all at once.

The four younger kids loved it and were thrilled with their first SNOW DAY break.

 

 

 

So let us remember this early January snowfall. Both Mitchell, who is back at University and Alyssa, who is in London teaching, are not going to experience sore aching backs from shoveling this year. We miss them both a lot!

I loved having two days added to the end of our holidays where we could just hang out, get used to waking up earlier and I was able to wrap my head around the fact that soon it will be business as usual…back to school, basketball games, piano lessons, jazz band practice, preschool, swimming,…well you get the picture. A busy life.

This time was an extension to the magic I felt over the holidays. Snow, pure and crisp laying a blanket on the world and for a moment we could breathe deeply and be still.

Me, in repose on the sofa, looking down the lake, while sipping some hot tea.

Of course I also took advantage of the fact that I didn’t have to drive kids anywhere. On Monday, I un-decorated the house…is that a word…”un-decorated?”

It’s always kind of sad taking down decorations, as I love twinkling white lights all over the house. Normally, I’m usually in a rush and pack everything away quickly but on Monday, I was able to linger over the sentiment that our ornaments hold. The Popsicle stick ornament, shaped like a tree with a picture of Alyssa holding our cat Ninja….the fall of 2000. We had to say goodbye to our dear Siamese cat and you could see the tears in Alyssa’s eyes in the picture and the love in Ninja’s.

Then there was my Hope Angel, given to me by my best friend Tamara while we were trying to conceive and a soft white teddy with silver thread in memory of our soulbaby we lost the next Christmas. The Christmas of 2002 though, had a little angel holding a sign that said, “It’s a girl!” That was the Christmas, Grace Elizabeth arrived. I put away golden cello’s and wooden violins, little girls in ballet shoes and on skis, little teddies kicking soccer balls and playing basketball and then there were the 6 stars, representing our 6 children at the time. Of course, we had to buy two more when the twins were born in 2011.

It was a joy, going down memory lane and carefully packing away all the Christmas decorations with care. Then while shoveling the driveway late yesterday, I noticed something in the snow and when I went to pick it up it was a snowman ornament holding a pair of skis. On the skis it said, “Clark, 2000.” He would have been involved in the Nancy Greene Ski program that year and it was our custom to choose ornaments based on our children’s hobbies or interests. It must have fallen off the real Christmas tree, as we were taking it out and putting it in the snow bank.

A memory from Christmas’s past and our oldest son who was downhill skiing

 

This truly was a beautiful tree….of course I say that every year!

Today, we did more shoveling and the boys put the Christmas tree boxes (10 Rubbermaid) down in the crawl space. I had all the kids strip their sheets on their beds and in between washing clothes and bedding, I made yummy muffins. This is a recipe that my sister J really liked as there is a delicious crumble on top of them. If you are looking for a great berry muffin recipe check this one out….

Hope’s Fruit Blast Muffins…for a large crowd

Ingredients

3 cups of flour….I use 11/2 cups of whole wheat and 11/2 of white flour
11/2 cups of sugar…again, I use half brown sugar and half white
1 tsp salt
1 tbsp baking powder
2/3 cup vegetable oil….coconut oil is very nice
2 eggs
2/3 cup of milk (whatever you want, almond, rice, cow)
2 cups of berries…I used blueberry today but a mixed berry blast is lovely

Then for the topping…add the following to a medium size bowl
1 cup of brown sugar
2/3 cup flour
1/2 cup of cut up butter
1 tbsp of cinnamon
Mix them all together with a pastry cutter…or a fork

Directions
1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees F. Grease muffin tins or line the cups
2. Combine 3 cups of flour, 11/2 cups of sugar, the salt and the baking powder.
3. Place the oil into a 2 cup measuring cup; add the eggs and then enough milk to fill the cup.
4. Add the wet ingredients to the dry and then fold in the blueberries.
5. Fill the muffin cups right to the top and then sprinkle the topping mixture 

6. Bake for 25 minutes in the preheated oven or until the toothpick comes out clean.
7. Let the muffins sit in the pan for 5 minutes and then put on a cooling rack….enjoy warm. 

Note: This recipe made 22 big muffins…but if that seems like a lot…you have to try them…they disappear really fast…and of course you can always take a few freshly from the oven to your neighbours, who may be feeling kind of  isolated and “snownly” 

Muffins are ready guys…come on in and warm up.

 

 Make muffins and they will come…..
Well, tomorrow our kids go back to school, from our kindergarten son to our University son, all classes are scheduled to be going. The little girls go back to preschool and after school, the avalanche of activities begins anew. Am I ready for the New Year? Not really. The holidays and this snow day experience reminds me that slowly down is precious. I wish we could have snow days, every day, but maybe we can keep the feeling of unwinding, and turning inward all year long. It’s an idea.
Wishing you a year full of snow days.
 
Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful
Blessings from Hope

 

Cranberry Bliss Bars and Eggnog Lattés~Happy Holidays

/ Lee Reynolds

I had many creative ideas and things I wanted to share with all of you over the holidays but once December came, an avalanche of birthday parties, Christmas affairs, concerts and basketball games over took me. There really wasn’t even time for me to do my usual monumental baking fest. All I was able to squeeze in, were a few evenings of baking some sugar and shortbread cookies to take to the various parties, Christmas fundraisers and holiday events.

One morning I had the little girls do a photo shoot..this is Victoria Hope with Mr. Nutcracker
And Kathryn Mira…she was trying on several dresses as you will see

Also, I spent most of December in a shadow of gloom which causes writer’s block for me.  Even if I had time or energy to write, I didn’t have any spirit to do so.

It all started with the things that had been breaking down in our household (zippers, dryers, furnaces…see previous blog) in the fall and then just as December started to unfold, I broke one of my back molars eating popcorn. I was hoping our dentist could repair my tooth but the first words out of his mouth after looking into mine were, “you are going to need a crown.” Which I knew meant, anything we had squirreled away to give the children an awesome Christmas was going to be residing in my mouth. At least I would be  able to eat turkey dinner.

 

I’m so glad that I saved a few of Grace’s fancy dresses as the little girls had fun dressing up on this photo shoot

As upbeat and hopeful as I am, most of the time, I have my moments of sadness and often the holidays trigger my lack of faith in the greater good. This year, I was recalling the dream I held close to my heart last Christmas. We had just toured a beautiful Christmas tree farm for sale and D had said, as soon as the New Year began, we would work really hard to get our house on the market so we could sell it and purchase “my” dream home/acreage. But, things didn’t work out that way. For one reason or another, by the time we did have our house ready for the market, the Christmas tree farm had finally sold.

I was sad that my life wasn’t where I had imagined it to be this holiday season. I really do believe, that when we put our attention and focus on ANYTHING, that is what will manifest in our life. It’s after all, the Universal law of attraction.  And yet, this Christmas my faith was shaken. How could I feel hopeful about the future when  my dream from this past year had not come true? And now, as I write these words, it is so obvious that what continued to show up for me once I started feeling blue, was more feelings of lack. A lack of faith, trust and belief.

All these feelings, despite the fact that this BELIEVE sign sits above me daily in my kitchen…why I didn’t look up a bit more during the holiday, I don’t know. We should all keep our head up!

One night when D and I were on our way to the mall with a bundle of Christmas Wish letters stuffed in my purse from our children, I broke down. I let my sorrow pour out, telling him that I felt so bad about my tooth and wondered aloud how we were going to make everyone’s dreams come true on our budget. (not to mention my lack of faith) He didn’t have a solution but reminded me that  Christmas wasn’t about commercial gifts. (I should have known that!) Around this time, I spoke with a dear friend one day after we had each dropped our little ones off at preschool. We go back quite a ways and have both experienced the sadness of infertility…and now here we are with our daughters in preschool together. (that should have been miracle enough!….hello!)

I was feeling really bad that we may not be able to contribute to the preschool’s fundraiser and their December donation request for contributions as of yet and further to that, Harrison’s band teacher had just made a rude comment about the small poinsettia order we had placed for the jazz band’s fundraiser. I was feeling really stretched and vulnerable.

It was my dear friend, whose own husband has had a precarious work situation all fall, who inspired me to look at the bigger picture. She said, “at least we aren’t sitting helplessly beside our sick child at the Children’s hospital and we certainly weren’t homeless.” As I left her to go to the mall to find stocking items, I pondered her words. She was so right. We had a warm home, food to eat and I was grateful that all our children were  healthy.

We were blessed this Christmas to be able to send a few shoe boxes filled with gifts via Samaritan’s purse…I wish we could have watched the children’s faces as they opened the things Grace and Will carefully selected for them.

 

Amongst the flurry of activities in December, there were moments of pure bliss. And not surprising, they had NOTHING to do with the whole commercialized aspect of the holidays. One moment, was sitting through a basketball tournament where our son Harrison’s team did not win any games. They came close but didn’t win once. They never gave up heart though and played with all they could to the bitter end. When our son accepted the tournament’s all star award for his team, I couldn’t have been prouder than if their team had come first place. It wasn’t about winning or losing, it truly was about how they played the game. That buoyed my spirits.

They were boosted further when Clark got a call from the Science Centre, where he works through the school year, to say that he had won a turkey. Hmmm, we didn’t even know we were in the running.

Then there was the moment I was sitting in the front row of the audience and watching our daughter, Grace perform the lead acting and singing role in her school’s Christmas concert. The play was called, “The Holly and the Ivy,” and she played Holly Day. Holly, wanted to be a deputy Santa, with the hopes of being the REAL Santa one day. In the play, she experienced gender discrimination and fought to teach others to accept differences and recognize everyone’s mutual strengths. Her voice was clear and strong as she sang, “A heart full of love.” In that moment, with tears in my eyes, I thought the Christmas message doesn’t get any clearer than that…it’s about treating others with love and kindness, being accepting and having eternal hope. At moments like this, I wondered if the whole play had been orchestrated and my daughter chosen to play the lead, just so I got the message.

Grace before her piano concert…she was our Christmas baby in 2002..reminding me to believe in dreams

Then D and I shared a magical afternoon as we headed up to the mountains to search for our family’s Christmas tree. We were unable to take the family this year since we don’t have a roof rack on our new van and there was no way to put a tree in the back portion of the van since the little ones have their car seats safely fastened in the rear. We decided to drive our new little Honda Fit  up the mountains one Sunday afternoon before Christmas. The kids were contentedly watching a Christmas movie and besides, I think a “real” tree was more my thing than theirs.  After all, we did have several artificial trees throughout our house, all various sizes and the little ones had helped me decorate a few of the trees earlier in December.

So D and I headed up the valley, and turned onto a road that eventually becomes a forest service road, where it is legal to remove Christmas trees. D was a bit reluctant, since he had traveled to Vancouver and back the day before, picking up our son, Mitchell, from the Vancouver Island ferry as his first University term was finally over. D had traveled 900 kilometres in one day, so being back behind the wheel wasn’t really how he wanted to spend the rest of his weekend. Not to mention, the last time we went tree hunting in the forest he seemed to remember sparse trees so he wasn’t very optimistic that we would find anything. On top of that, was the fact that our little Honda Fit wasn’t exactly the front wheel drive sleigh we were driving during our last visit to the woods. I, on the other hand, was adamant I would not purchase a real Christmas tree since my dream to have a Christmas tree farm had not come true this past year. I wanted to cut my own tree and not spend any money doing it. We worked our way up the mountain with our little car, the air growing colder every mile. In the valley we hadn’t had more than a skiff of snow but as we climbed higher the snow lay deeper and the trees glistened with heavy blankets of white.

It seemed like forever before we came to the forest service sign and snow started to softly fall. Other than a few four wheel drive vehicles, it felt like we were all alone in the forest. Since we had left quite late in the afternoon, the sky was darkening. I had visions of being stuck on the side of the road and I regretted not packing a thermos of hot cocoa, some snacks and a blanket…until we turned a corner in the road and then I saw it. Like that moment in the movie, “Christmas Vacation,” when the Griswold family comes upon their tree for the first time and it’s lit up and angels are singing, I knew our tree had been found.


There wasn’t a break in the clouds and music playing but the tree appeared illuminated nonetheless. Even D saw it. Since it was on the opposite side to where we were driving, D slowly did a U turn further up the road and as we started to move back in the direction of the tree, we jumped as a loud blast broke through the forest silence and we were further shocked to see a sanding truck thundering towards us. It was scary how quickly that truck came upon us.

For a moment I had visions of us on the evening news with the headlines,”Local couple and parents to 8 children, who were up in the mountains looking for a Christmas tree, were killed by a sanding truck.” I know, morbid hey? Thankfully, D’s reactions were quick. He put on his right signal light, and easily pulled over to the edge of the narrow road just as the truck barreled past us, making our little car shake. D put on the hazard lights, grabbed his saw and jumped out of the car. I was still in shock over how close we had come to having an accident. It felt mystical how we were spared. By the time I opened my door, D had climbed up the slight incline, moving through the snow and was already assessing the tree. I joined him still wondering how he could just move on from that close call. I felt like something amazing had just occurred and as I looked around, everything seemed more intense and heightened. The air was crisper, the silence deeper, the forest around us felt sacred.

The tree was enchanting. It was the perfect height for our family room and nicely full. I could just imagine it in our house decorated with the children’s homemade ornaments and popcorn strings. I had saved some dried baby’s breath from my garden and thought that would give it a whimsical look as the white lights twinkled. As I got closer to the tree though and actually felt the branches, I had a moment where I just wanted to turn around and go home, leaving it to grow another year in the forest. I knew that if we cut it down, it would not be a home for birds, or a refuge for little animals on the coldest of days. It’s beauty would be enjoyed only for a few weeks, camouflaged beneath our ornaments. Then D asked me if this was the one and I just nodded and said,  “it’s perfect!”

The next thing I knew, we were lifting it into the back of the little Honda Fit and the top of it was

Our beautiful tree 2014

hanging out of the car at least 4 feet. As we slowly drove down the mountain, the snow glowed white as the skies drew a dark purple curtain over the valley below.  The one benefit of the sanding truck was that he had started to spread dirt as soon as he passed us, so our drive down the mountain wasn’t as precarious as D feared as the road was getting icier. As we drove along the country road in our bright red Honda sleigh, I thought we must be a sight for sore eyes with our tree hanging out the back of the car. Inside, both D who had been chatty on the drive up the hill, were suddenly quiet, immersed in our own thoughts. The smell of fresh fir filled our nostrils and for the first time it felt like Christmas. When the kids heard us come home, they piled out of the house to see our new tree and I was just so happy to see their beautiful faces.

The final magical thing that happened this Christmas was that somehow we were able to give our children everything they had asked for on their wish list. As I was telling my sister J, and brother-in-law B, who popped in this afternoon for a New Year’s Eve visit, Christmas ended up being a bit like Jesus’s loaves and fishes story. There was enough for everyone.  Enough for our children, enough for the places we wanted to donate, and even bigger dreams came true when D came home with a small bonus from his office. Why did I ever doubt? Have I not been blessed, time and time again? There is ALWAYS, always, ENOUGH!!!

Of course the Christmas story is the BIG one this time of year (and Will loved to remind his little sisters that Santa isn’t in the word, Christmas…(I should have been listening to him!)

 

This is the manger, my Dad made over 50 years ago…this Christmas it sat on the dresser in my bedroom…reminding me of what the season is about…..gifts of love.

….but for me this year…the loaves and fishes story was also huge….in case you have forgotten, here’s how it goes, …

 

Matthew 14:13-21New International Version (NIV)

 

Jesus Feeds the Five Thousand

13 When Jesus heard what had happened, he withdrew by boat privately to a solitary place. Hearing of this, the crowds followed him on foot from the towns. 14 When Jesus landed and saw a large crowd, he had compassion on them and healed their sick.
15 As evening approached, the disciples came to him and said, “This is a remote place, and it’s already getting late. Send the crowds away, so they can go to the villages and buy themselves some food.”
16 Jesus replied, “They do not need to go away. You give them something to eat.”
17 “We have here only five loaves of bread and two fish,” they answered.
18 “Bring them here to me,” he said. 19 And he directed the people to sit down on the grass. Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, he gave thanks and broke the loaves. Then he gave them to the disciples, and the disciples gave them to the people. 20 They all ate and were satisfied, and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over. 21 The number of those who ate was about five thousand men, besides women and children.

After setting up our real Christmas tree in the family room that Sunday night before Christmas and decorating it with the kids the following day, (and not even saying anything when they only decorated the top three feet of the tree and often put a dozen ornaments on the same branch) I started seeing clearly all the goodness in my life.

Our fishes and loaves stretched beautifully. Again and again little miracles kept happening. As I looked down the pew, where our family sat enjoying our church’s Christmas Eve candlelight service, I felt an enormous sense of peace and bliss. The season of love and light was upon me and I realized that just like the first Christmas when Jesus was born in a simple stable, it was the smallest things that held the most joy for me this season. Sitting together with all of my family in one place and knowing, Alyssa was also being cared for in the U.K. by a dear, kind cousin J (my Dad’s first cousin) and her generous family, well what more could I ask for than that?  I was filled with peace and bliss

And now I will share a few Christmas moments with you….bliss abounds.

On Christmas morning, to allow the older kids to blissfully sleep in longer, we got the little ones bathed and ready for the day…hence all dressed up…it was hard to drag out the morning as they were so excited to see what was in their stockings

 

Finally, they are in the family room….Harrison and Grace are still in their Christmas Eve  P.J’s
I’m showing this picture as our cats were lingering in the back,looking for their share of the fishes and loaves…yes even miracles stretch for kitties and they received treats too. The little girls had asked for dolls as well as a kitty for Kate, and Victoria had asked for a puppy. When I found these dolls holding a kitty and a puppy, I thought I had struck gold! This is what I mean about everything working out perfectly.
Harrison’s basketball team are called the Lakers…since we live near a lake I guess…he was thrilled when we found this hat for him

 

Grace desperately needed socks this Christmas and she was very blessed because even her Auntie must have mysteriously got a hold of the wish list…she is laughing as she opens a second package with socks…warm feet, warm heart!
Mitchell is just happy to be home from University…there is nothing like moving away from home to make you appreciate the littlest things
Clark’s boots got a hole in them right before Christmas…we were not going to get him new boots but when we found these on a “deal”….like they were meant for him…we bought them and they fit perfectly..he was overjoyed!
Will asked for a telescope, a watch and a yo yo this Christmas….he was thrilled to be looking at the heavens

 

Here’s Clark, our oldest son setting up Will’s telescope late in the day on Christmas and giving the kids some astronomy tips
I stopped between mashing potatoes and making gravy to snap this picture on Christmas day…it was blissful

Another magic moment came when it started to snow after Christmas.  It has been an unseasonably warm fall and early winter and it’s almost unheard of in these parts not to get a good dump of snow by Christmas. Then, it started to fall gently, enveloping our little town with a white, peaceful blanket and a few days after Christmas we had enough for the kids to go sledding and making forts in our yard.Will was thrilled since he received a new sled for Christmas.

Here’s a picture of the kids outside today…on New Year’s Eve 2014
And what’s great about going outside…coming in for hot cocoa and watching the movie, “Frozen”

 

And so those were a few of my Christmas 2014 memories. Last Christmas, when D and I were out doing a marathon holiday shopping fest, I was absolutely exhausted and desperately needed to eat and drink something. Unlike most people, over the holidays I usually lose 5 or so pounds since I’m so busy. I swear that having a bunch of kids is a weight loss program, especially at Christmas, (who knew, maybe more people will have a large family now) so I probably hadn’t eaten much on that day. We were in my favourite store, “Chapters,” where there is also a Starbucks located inside.

I’m not a coffee drinker. Never have been and was planning to steer myself through a lifetime of “not” getting addicted to the brown stuff but that night, I needed something and the deep, rich smell of coffee was enticing. I was going to order a herbal tea but then I was lured by the lovely sounds of an eggnog latte. In addition, since they were about to close up the store, they offered some free cranberry bliss bars on the house. Well, normally I don’t indulge in too many sweets but I was starving and needed a serious sugar boost, so we gratefully accepted the free bars and took our drinks.

Well I should have been more wary of becoming a coffee addict since my mother LOVED it and I know most of the world also enjoys it. I thought I was strong enough to have one cup and then return to my tea habit but nope. It turns out that if there is eggnog AND coffee in the house, I will be drinking it…and lots of it. I still mainly drink tea but at Thanksgiving time, I’m all about pumpkin spice lattes and during the Christmas holiday season, it’s all about eggnog lattes…..

Also, as if that wasn’t bad enough, I’m also an absolute steadfast fan of Cranberry Bliss bars. If you have not tried these….oh for heaven sakes, you haven’t known bliss.

So even though our family has a recipe book full of our Christmas favourites, I want to share my recipe for Cranberry Bliss bars and Eggnog lattes with you. Last year I tried various recipes and this is my favourite……I hope it will become a family favourite for you too.

Now, when I get up in the morning, the first thing I ask D to do, is make a full coffee pot, so I can drink them all day. Yes, I will have to start doing my green drinks and my juicing in the New Year….but for now, I’m going to enjoy what I call, holiday bliss, I hope you will join me.

Oh, Alyssa, I wish you were here this Christmas…you LOVE CRANBERRIES….this is for you dear daughter and for all my blog buddies who haven’t tried these…YET!

Here’s what you need for some bliss….

Cranberry Bliss Bars

 

 

 

 

Ingredients
Cake Base:
  • 1 cup butter, softened
  • 1¼ C brown sugar, packed
  • 3 eggs
  • 1 tsp ground powder ginger
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • ¼ tsp salt
  • 1½ C flour
  • ¼ C minced dried cranberries
  • ¼ C quality white chocolate. I used a Lindt white chocolate bar, coarsely chopped
  • ¼ C minced candied ginger
Frosting:
  • 4 oz. cream cheese, softened
  • 1½ C powdered sugar
  • 2 Tbsp butter, softened
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 1 tsp grated orange rind
Drizzle:
  • 2 Tbsp minced dried cranberries
  • ⅓ C white chocolate, melted

 

Instructions

 

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees and grease a 9 x 13 pan
  2. Beat together butter and sugar and then add eggs and vanilla beating until light and fluffy
  3. Add flour, powdered ginger and salt
  4. Beat well
  5. Fold in the cranberries, chocolate chunks and minced candied ginger
  6. Spread batter in pan and bake for about 20-25 minutes or until light golden brown
  7. After cake cools, mix all frosting ingredients together and spread over top of cake
  8. Sprinkle with minced cranberries
  9. Use a cake decorating bag of melted chocolate with a small round decorating tip to drizzle the chocolate over the cake
  10. Cut into triangles…or bars…your choice but I like the look of triangles

 

 

I like to cut them into triangles but warning these are really rich…oh I love the ginger in them, yummy!

And to accompany the perfect Christmas treat….an eggnog latte

Holiday Eggnog Latte

 

Ingredients
  • 2 shots espresso OR ½ cup of double/triple concentrated coffee
  • ⅔ cup eggnog
  • ⅓ cup milk
  • sugar…to taste
  • optional whipped cream and nutmeg
  • Variation: If you want to make this as an evening cocktail, add a shot of rum.

 

Instructions

 

  1. Pour espresso/concentrated coffee into a mug and add steamed eggnog/milk mixture.
  2. If you prefer your eggnog latte sweeter, add a little sugar.
  3. Top off with whipped cream and a pinch of nutmeg.
  4. *If you don’t have an espresso machine, do what I do most often. Just warm your eggnog/milk mixture in the microwave. Cook times may vary but I prefer heating mine for 2 minutes.
I love Starbucks Christmas blend…but any medium roast coffee is great for your latte

 

This is bliss in my house….happy holidays!

Another special moment…once Mitchell came home for Christmas we had our annual photo shoot at our local Super Store….this year we got out in record time and everyone was smiling…gotta love that!
Here is a picture of the twins, “they always have each other’s back” wearing their beautiful plaid dresses
Although this picture didn’t turn out..I had to show it to you…this was the holiday cards we sent out..note the Christmas tree on the card…very meaningful this year

So that is a wrap dear blog friends and family. If I have learned ANYTHING at all this year…it is to believe in magic and miracles…because again and again they keep appearing in my life. I hope your upcoming year is full of what your heart desires.

Bliss at the very least.

 

Here’s an appropriate song for the occasion, “The Last Goodbye” sung by Billy Boyd, from the third Hobbit movie, (we went last night and I thought it was the perfect song as we say goodbye to 2014)

Good bye 2014

And…..

May all your wishes and dreams come true.

Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessing from Hope

 

Homemade Ice Cream Cake~ Bath Salts

/ Lee Reynolds

Welcome December and my busiest month of the year.

Welcome to The Spa at Orchard Ridge

As if this month isn’t busy enough, we have three children
who all have birthdays in the next couple of weeks. We eat a lot of cake this month. Clark our oldest son, will turn 22 on December 20th and Harrison, will be sweet 16 on December 19th. I’ll never forget when I went into labour with Harry, the day before his older brother was about to turn 6 years old. It was getting close to midnight and I told
my Doctor to break my water to move things along, as
I wanted our oldest son to have his “own” birthday.  As it turned out, Harrison was born before midnight and when we told Clark he wouldn’t have to share his birthday, he replied quite graciously, that he wouldn’t have minded sharing his birthday and having Harrison was the best birthday present he would ever receive.

When we found out we were expecting Grace, we were just so
thrilled that we hardly blinked when we found out her due date was December 18th. I actually thought it would be really cool
to have three children’s birthdays in a row but she had other ideas and arrived 2 weeks early on December 5th. She will turn 12 this coming Friday but last weekend, we celebrated by giving her a Spa Getaway party.

I had so much fun planning her birthday and that is also why I wasn’t blogging last week. Sadly, I didn’t take enough pictures to share today. I wasn’t really thinking “blog opportunity” when planning and throwing my daughter her birthday. However, I did take some pictures of the Ice Cream Cake I made and a few pictures of the Bath Salts that the girls made on the morning after the sleepover. I thought you may like to see them and have the recipes. The Bath Salts are easy, fun to make and I personally think they would make great gifts for teachers this holiday season.

The night before the party, we took Grace to her voice recital where she sang a cute Hawaiian Christmas song which set the perfect mood for returning home to make an ice cream cake.

The cake takes about 15 minutes to make. Max. When I think of all the years we used to buy our children their frozen cakes in the past I cringe. The last cake we had, was ridiculously expensive and had freezer burn so I’m glad to have found a great recipe to share with you now. Okay, maybe being totally sustainable means you have your own cow and you can make your OWN ice cream, etc, but hey, making things yourself is rewarding and does make you feel independent of others in many ways. Plus it’s just plain delicious. I know from past experiences, children who visit us and taste our own homemade Ice Cream cakes are amazed, asking several times, “and you made THIS?”

Hope’s Ice Cream Cake

1 box of oreo type cookies
1/4 cup melted butter
1 carton of ice cream
possibly two if you want two flavours or colours
Whipping Cream
Anything you want to garnish the cake with

 

The first thing you need to do is set out your ice cream of choice and let it sit and soften while you are preparing the crust. Grace really likes mint, so we purchased Breyers Mint Chocolate chip Ice Cream. I find that a large container is enough, although as you will see later, I often use a small amount of vanilla or chocolate to bring the ice cream to the top of the cake pan.

To make the crust you need a box of cookies. Typically, we use Oreo type cookies but our local Super Store has a store brand this time of year with candy cane filling in the middle. It’s perfect for the season and goes delightfully with our mint ice cream.

Set aside several cookies, which can later be split apart or broken up to garnish your cake. Then grind the rest of the cookies with a food processor, or you can put them into a freezer bag and break them up into fine crumbs with a rolling pin.

Put the crumbs into a mixing bowl and add 1/4 cup of melted, cooled, butter. Mix really well until well combined.

 

Press the cookie mixture into a spring form pan. I find there is a fine line over how hard to press the crumb mixture down. If you press too hard it can be really difficult to cut later, so press just enough to spread on the pan evenly.

 

Put all of the softened ice cream into a bowl and mix until creamy. If your ice cream is still quite hard, just let it soften a bit more.

Take the creamy, softened ice cream and spread it on top of your cookie crust in your spring form pan

My mint chocolate chip ice cream only went 3/4s of the way up the pan, so I put the cake in the freezer to let the first layer harden as I softened some vanilla ice cream. Once softened, I put a few drops of red food colouring in and stirred it really well. I thought this was a nice touch for a spa cake, calm green and soft pink always comes to mind when I think of relaxation and girls.

During this next step, you can get as creative as you like when making your cake. In the past, I have made strawberry ice cream cakes with the top being chocolate ice cream and then garnishing the whole cake with strawberries and cookies. I have also made a chocolate, strawberry and vanilla cake…you can also sprinkle cookie crumbs between layers.

For this cake though, I thought the light pink was a lovely finishing touch.

 

Once the cake pan is topped with the softened ice cream of your choice, cover it and place it in the freezer. For a good set, leave it 24 hours.

About an hour before the party, I brought out the cake and let it sit for about 10 minutes. Then I carefully unlatched the lock on the spring form pan and lifted it up off the cake. I transferred the cake onto a crystal cake dish and brought out the items that I was going to decorate the cake with. For this cake I chose some red and green sprinkles, left over cookies split in half, some crushed candy canes and of course whipping cream.

 

You can whip your own cream but I find buying the kind in a can the easiest for a nice decorative touch.

This is my favourite part as I love to decorate; houses, packages, and in this this case, a cake. It’s like beautifying and putting your own touch on things. I didn’t have more than 5 minutes though, since I was doing last minute cleaning, cooking, spa prep. And that is the true beauty of this cake…it takes no time to make it look sensational.
And here it is, a few cookies around the sides, some along the top and I used the whipping cream and sprinkles/crushed candy canes, to do the rest. I didn’t take a picture of it after it was cut since I was the spa coordinator along with the cook, baker and bottle washer. It was beautiful though, with the chocolate crust, then the light green ice cream and finally the soft pink as the top….it almost looked like icing. Oh and it was yummy too. ( Hint..if you ever do a spa party for your child….ask a friend/sister/neighbour, etc to help out….so you can take pictures)

As I was busy getting things ready in the afternoon I DID snap a picture of our chalk board and all the things we had planned for the evening. When the girls arrived, I had spa music playing, candles lit and I used lots of aromatherapy to make the house smell relaxing.

 

This was the “waiting room”…I had a salt crystal light, candles, and a water feature tinkling at our front door…of course I Googled some great spa music and it was playing on my computer all night…oh and the smell in the house…lovely scents from the store “Saje”

Once everyone had arrived and settled in, we served dinner. I thought the appropriate dinner selection would be one less spicy but our daughter loves butter chicken, vegetable samosa’s etc, and ceasar salad so that was our menu.

After dinner, each girl was asked to find a comfy chair in our living room, where I had placed a white plastic bucket filled with hot water at the foot. In the water, I had poured a mixture of sea salts, epsom salts and some lavender essential oil….and of course a touch of blue food colouring. The girls settled in comfortably, chatting easily, as the spa music filled the room. It didn’t hurt that we had already decorated our house with greenery and white lights everywhere, which really set a peaceful mood.

As they were soaking their feet, I went from girl to girl and placed the honey facial mask that I had made ahead of time.

Hope’s Facial Mask

1 egg,
1/4 cup of honey
1/2 cup of flour
Lavender Essential oil…(I also put in a few drops of vanilla)

After they all had their facial masks on, I placed a “cold” cucumber slices over their eyes. Each girl went “awwww,” as they felt the refreshing cucumber go on their eyes. As they relaxed, I went around from girl to girl and massaged their feet using an exfoliating product I had purchased at the “Body Shop” but I  had read that a homemade product of sugar and honey works great too.

This would have worked a lot better had I had some help, as I was really moving from girl to girl and in and out of the kitchen with fresh hot water to add to the their foot baths. They didn’t seem to notice though since they were all really quiet (amazing for 11 year old chatty girls!) as they had their heads back, just enjoying the treatment.

After about 20 minutes with the mask on their face, I heated up some wet wash clothes, with lavender sprinkled on them, in the microwave. Once heated, I gently placed it over each of their faces, with just their noses exposed. Each of them, audiably sighed, and as they relaxed further into this warmth, I went around the room and took their feet out of the foot bath. I gave each of them one final foot massage rubbing in some lovely rich “Satsumi,” body butter from from the store, The Body Shop. The smell is absolutely lovely.

Once all the girls had their feet massaged. I gave them a new round of warm wash clothes to wipe off their honey masks. I then brought in lovely red towels for them to dry their faces (we really needed new towels and these were on sale at The Bay recently…I thought they looked rather festive and although one thinks of WHITE for spa towels…I thought these were warm and rich looking and lovely with the white lights and candles and all the greenery. (For some of the greenery, D went out just before the party and pruned some of our pine bushes) I put the towels in their laps and brought each of them a small bucket of warm water, in which I had placed a light vanilla scented soap, some epsom salts and dried peppermint leaves from our garden. Oh this was lovely, and the girls seemed to really enjoy soaking not just their fingers but immersed their whole hands into the warm water. After about another 15 minutes, I brought clean warm water and they rinsed off their hands. Then, I gave them all some of the Satsumi body butter for their hands. Finally, I gave them all an emery board and asked that they file their toe nails and finger nails.

It was time to play the Nail game. I pushed everything out of the way and laid down on the floor a warm fleece blanket that I had just heated in the dryer. The girls sat down forming a circle and I  explained the game.

We had a selection of 5 nail colours plus a clear colour set aside. Each girl threw dice to see who would go first…the highest throw started the game. The first girl chose a nail polish bottle of her choice and spun it. The person the bottle pointed to when it stopped spinning was instructed to roll the dice. The number it landed on would then determine how many toe nails she had to paint the selected colour. She would then paint her nails, which ever toe nail she chose, and then she selected the next colour and spun the bottle and the game continued for a long time. Choruses of laughter spilled from the living room. When all their toes were painted, the game was over. The girls had such a great time and in the end, everyone seemed really happy with the results of their pedicure. (Note…if you are doing this make sure to put down a blanket that is not near and dear to you…in case some nail polish gets spilled.) Also, before they started painting their nails, I gave them nail painting instructions 101 so they spread the polish with ease. (One stroke down the middle…then sides…finishing with a Q tip with nail polish remover to take away any overages)

 

After their pedicure, the girls painted their finger nails the colour of their choice.(It helped that I bought Sally Hanson, fast dry nail polish) After that, the girls went out to the hot tub, where I could hear them laughing and giggling. When they came in they were all prunes but they said it was wonderful, luxuriating in the hot water with the cold winter air on their faces. It was perfect as I was able to clean up from the spa part of our evening and set out the cake, popcorn, punch, pop, licorice for the movie/sleepover portion of the party.

The next morning, after D’s delicious pancakes (he really knows how to make a great breakfast!) I had the girls make Lavender Bath Salts to take home. It was really fun watching them turn some basic ingredients into a lovely gift and I was thinking, hmmmm….I should include this in my blog in case you are looking for a homemade gift to give to someone special this holiday season.

Hope’s Bath Salts

A glass container
Epsom Salts
Sea Salts 
Food Colouring
Essential Oil of your choice….we used Lavender 
Ribbon of your choice…we used raffia ribbon for a cottage look

Mix 1 part epsom salts with 1 part sea salts. Add the food colouring of your choice. You have to really mix the colouring in well until you get a nice consistency. The girls used blue and a bit of red for a lovely blue. Finally, add and stir in the essential oil of your choice.

Ideally, you would let it sit and dry overnight but we had to pour with a funnel into the girls glass containers and added a label and the raffia ribbon. You can do different colours and layer it as you desire or have it all the same colour. One Christmas our girls made peppermint bath salts and did one layer of green, then pink, alternating layers right to the top of the jar…fixing a bow and attaching a candy cane beneath it…the sky is the limit regarding your choice of scent and colours..and jars. Canning jars would be really cool with the raffia ribbon!

I wished I had taken pictures of the girl’s thank you bags but you know how busy things get at parties….but here’s what I did in case you are wanting to throw your daughter a spa party. I went to the dollar store and found really pretty glitzy clutch purses. The make up bags that they had were kind of tacky and weren’t big enough for what I wanted to put in them.

Inside these bright pink, glittery bags, (like evening bags) I placed a bar of lavender soap, nail polish remover (in case the parents weren’t thrilled over the girls manicures/pedicures) a few emery boards, some cotton squares(put into t little bag to keep them sterile) and a bottle of nice nail polish (I didn’t get these at the dollar store but bought a good quality bottle of nail polish) Finally, when you are 11, turning 12, you still like candy, so I threw a handful of wrapped candy….holiday variety, since she is my December baby. I wrapped the whole purse with raffia ribbon as it was bulging full. In addition to their bath salts, it was a nice way to say thank you for coming. Grace is really blessed to have such wonderful friends!

Well, that’s one birthday down, two more to go….the next one is a SWEET SIXTEEN for my quickly growing sweet boy, uummm, young man,  Harrison…stay tuned. Although celebrating each of our children’s birthdays is very special, remembering the journey to Grace, reminds me how special this time of year truly is. It’s the season of light. The season of miracles. The season of love.

Before I close I thought an appropriate YouTube video was, (click here if you can’t see below) Joe Cocker’s song, “You ARE so Beautiful.” because although this blog post was all about Grace’s spa beauty party, she reminds me all the time what beauty is all about.

 

     Happy Birthday Grace. Your soul shines!

Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope

Gingersnaps~Living With Will

/ Lee Reynolds

Oh the blessing of free will. Some may call it a curse. Some may call it a gift. Last week, I made a number of excellent choices and then some that, in hindsight, I wished I had not made. But then even as I write these words I know, even our worst choices bring insights and so it’s all good.

As you probably recall from reading my last blog post called, “When Things Fall Apart,” a number of things were breaking down in our household. Things did not improve as the week unfolded, despite my new mantra expecting only Marvelous things to occur.

On Thursday morning, again the house was very chilly when we awoke and when I went to turn on our gas powered furnace,  I didn’t hear that warm hum. I cycled power and it worked for a bit and then stopped. Big problem. Direction? To call our furnace repair guy. Result. He’s coming later in the afternoon.

Of course, he came exactly when I was due to pick up our University son from the bus and right after that I was due to take Grace to her piano lesson. Thankfully, D had agreed to come home, (his office is about a 5 minute drive away) which is a good thing since I don’t understand the language of the skilled trades person. After they come to look at whatever it is that is not working, they try to explain what is wrong and how they plan to fix it and frankly, I’m always surprised that they don’t notice my perplexed facial expression because they continue to talk, as if we are on the same page. Thank you D for coming to my rescue.

In the meantime, I was ready to bundle up the little girls into the van to go and collect Clark, but when I looked out at our drive-way, I see the repair man’s truck is squarely in the path of my van. I decided to wait until D arrived home so I could leave the little ones with him and steal his little economical red Honda Fit. His treasured car I might add, which is really funny when I think of how times have changed. When I met him he had just sold his red Corvette and bought a Camaro. Again, it’s interesting the roads we choose to travel as well as how we choose to travel them.

 

Anyway, I zoomed up the hill, picked up Clark, who had been waiting for awhile, and arrived home just as the school bus was dropping Grace and Will off. Since it was a cold day, the first thing I noticed when I saw Will come into our yard was, that his head was bare. As he was coming into the house I asked, “Where is your new hat Will?” He sloughed off his new coat, {remember the one in which I had to replace the zipper recently? And, further to that, the one that I’d bought because I had fallen in LOVE with the HAT which happened to go beautifully with the jacket) and said, “M, took it off.” “What?” I said. He replied, “M took it while I was on the bus.”

Although I knew I had to be out the door shortly to take Grace to piano, I tried to clarify where his hat was since I KNOW from experience, the longer something goes missing, the chance of getting it back are slim. Amber Alert starts to flash in my mind. As it turned out, based on both Grace and Will’s statements, Will had his new hat when he got on the bus and while he was looking out the window, ” M”, who was sitting beside him, took it off. Will asked for his hat back but she was looking away, when he asked again, she didn’t respond. She got off the bus before him and he didn’t get his hat back.

Well, even though I was conscious, EXTREMELY, consciously aware of my feelings, anger, starting to bubble up from an unknown source, anger and frustration that another child should remove our son’s hat, I still made the “choice” to continue down this path. In fact, I became even more livid as I tried to find M’s phone number but there are like 50 people with her last name in our phone book. And remember, this is a small town! I tried calling a few who live in our area but each time it was the wrong number. Glancing at my watch, it was time to take Grace to her piano lesson. I grabbed an apple, an orange, some crackers and cheese and threw them on a plate for the children’s after school snack, Grace snatched a bit of everything and we were out the door.

Thank heavens, our older son was home to keep an eye on the little ones. On the way out of our sub-division we stopped off at the cul-de-sac, where Grace thought the M girl lived on. She had seen her get off the bus with her younger sister and she was pretty sure she knew which house they lived in. M is Grace’s age. Actually, in the same grade but in a different class and so she is familiar with her. We stopped at the house where she thought she lived and I rang the bell. No answer. We continued to piano.

Although I like to stay for her 3/4 hour lesson, that day I had to run and pick up Harrison after his jazz band practice.  On my way back to our area, I decided to stop once again at M’s house. This time a teenage boy answers and said, “No, she didn’t live there, but there are two girls next door.” Quickly, keeping an eye on the time, I ran next door and rang the bell. A young, Filipino woman came to the door. I explained nicely to her that our kindergarten son was sitting beside M on the bus earlier and he said, she had taken his hat. I wanted to know if she knew anything about it.

The woman looked shocked and while she was apologetically saying, “oh my, I’m sorry, what does it look like?” as she was rummaging around a backpack at the door, I told her that it was black with a red stripe and cool brim. She shook her head no and said it wasn’t in M’s back pack. She further said, M was at her dance class but she would talk to her when she picked her up. I assumed she was the nanny, as she referenced her employer a few times. Before I left, I mentioned that I was surprised M was sitting with Will at all, since I understood the older children were suppose to sit at the back of the bus. My older daughter doesn’t even sit with him. She just looked at me blankly, like she didn’t know what the rules were, so I gave her my phone number and said, “thanks.”

I was still pretty annoyed at this point. I was thinking back to a time when my oldest son got off the bus without his rather expensive ski gloves we had purchased for him. He always had cold hands so we made sure to get a really warm pair this particular winter. He said one of the kids grabbed them and threw them to the back of the bus and for awhile all the kids were throwing them around. This was a Friday and our family was going skiing that weekend. We never got those gloves back.

Ever since our children were small, we have taught them to take care of their things, to appreciate what they have and to understand it takes effort to provide nice things for them. While some may feel that this is putting too much emphasize on stuff, I believe it teaches them to respect belongings. Theirs and other people’s. While I understand we all choose different parenting philosophies, at the very least, respecting other people’s space and their, “things.” is in my opinion, a really important lesson in life.

I got to the high school and Harrison didn’t come out. I shut off the car engine, text him but he didn’t respond. I raced into the school, knowing Grace’s piano lesson was going to end soon, and stopped outside of the band room. Teens were flying out and thankfully, one asked who I was looking for and I told him. He replied that Harrison wasn’t there that day. The band teacher, Mr. M. must have seen me at the door, as he came over and said Harrison hadn’t shown up after school. Was there a Dr.’s appointment or something? I just shook my head, smiled and decided to check out the gym. I continued down the hall and who do I see shooting hoops with a few other boys? Harrison.

When he saw me, he quickly collected his belongings and came out rather sheepishly. I asked him why he wasn’t at his jazz band practice and he mumbled something about, not wanting to go.. He perked up and said, “oh Mom, I’m number one on the list posted for the basketball team.” I nodded my acknowledgement, but I didn’t let the first part slide. As we walked down the hall, I asked him why he didn’t go to band and he said he wanted to play basketball instead after school. By this time we were outside the band room, so I told him that he better go and apologize to his band teacher.

As it turned out Harrison was not in Mr. M’s good books anyway. At the band concert, the night before, he had apparently been talking and laughed briefly, during  the 5 minute Bach flute solo. Mr. M had had words with him and the other boy involved after the concert. In addition, he was annoyed when he told the jazz band to make some “noise,” while warming up and Harrison had done just that, TOO much, in Mr. M’s estimation. Harrison later told me it was a GREAT fill! (Harrison plays the drums by the way)  D and I were at the back of the concert room so we never heard anything but we were not looking for poor behavior. He played really well as far as we were concerned (you can always hear your child when they play drums) but he had clearly made some bad choices during the concert for sure.

Harrison right before his band concert last Wednesday night

He apologized to Mr. M over his prior night’s behavior and not attending his band practice and we were back in the van to pick up Grace, with me talking, Harrison would say, lecturing, about the choices we make in life and the results we desire. Ownership and being respectful, being the theme. We arrived 5 minutes late to pick up Grace, who was getting cold as it was getting dark by this point. The rest of the night went off without a hitch, dinner, clean up, bath, stories, bed. It was when I was making children’s lunches for the next day that I received a phone call.

It was M’s mom calling about my query over Will’s hat. She was absolutely spitting mad and told me that under no circumstances should I have come to her door, upsetting her nanny, and accusing her daughter of taking Will’s hat. She further went on to say that her child was kind hearted and would NEVER take someone’s hat. I tried to explain that this was blown WAY out of proportion but she had made up her mind as to my intentions. I told her that I was simply wanting to get his hat back and I started on the trail of the missing hat based on where Will thought it was. She basically said, I shouldn’t listen to something a kindergarten aged child said and I should look around our house for the lost hat which will most likely turn up.

Near the end of our conversation, she threw this out, “It is JUST a HAT.” As if I were being ridiculous and out of line. I explained that we do have 8 children to cloth and it isn’t just a hat to us but the principal of teaching our children to be responsible with their things. She then, quite condescendingly said, “we probably can find a few hats lying around here if you really need one.” At that point, I knew we weren’t getting anywhere. I apologized if her nanny was upset by my appearance and before we said goodbye, I mentioned that I had called the school, left a message with the principal as I wanted to discuss bus seating policy and the incident.

I didn’t sleep that night. I kept thinking about the choices I had made with regards to the actions of the missing hat. Was it just a hat or was it the principal of other people being disrespectful towards our belongings? Also, on my mind was my beautiful teenage son, who was making his own choices. Sometimes not the best ones. I went to sleep finally, thinking about hats, drum sticks, and conversations  all playing out in my mind.

Things always look better in the morning. The house was warm as the furnace had been repaired. The little girls had a lovely morning at preschool and when we arrived home at lunch time, I received a phone call from D. He said that the principal, Mr. S. had apparently tried to contact me but I was having tea with an old friend  and I hadn’t been checking my messages. D said that Mr. S had taken the steps of having all the people involved in the hat fiasco, into his office. As it turns out, a girl by the name of, get this, HOPE, had taken Will’s hat off his head. She had been sitting behind him on the bus and when she got up to get off at her stop, she had dropped it behind his back. She thought he would have noticed but he didn’t. Apparently, this time Hope was the culprit but she told Mr. S that other children had been doing it as well, namely, M and her younger sister, D.  M admitted that yes, she had done it before. It was unclear whether M was aware this time that Hope had taken Will’s hat although she had been the one to say Hope should also be included in the meeting. The Principal told them both that he had zero tolerance for hat removal, or any touching of other people’s belongings whatsoever. They were being warned that if he hears about this again, they will be off the bus.

Was I feeling vindicated? Well, sort of. But then, crazy me, I try to think about it from the other person’s perspective and I see that I could have handled it differently. First I could have stayed in my Zen place. I could have let the incident go totally and just bought Will a new hat. Although, saying that, I have to qualify that by saying, this hat was PERFECT. Also, as you know, I’m careful with our money and gee, did I really have to buy a new hat when we had a perfectly good hat “somewhere.” So yeah, I was unresolved even after all of this was hashed out. The right choice is not always clear and we never know what the outcome will be when we go down  a certain path.

Mr. S, the Principal, did track down Will’s hat. It was left on the bus and he has given instructions for the bus people to return it to Will today. The bus should be dropping the kids off shortly and it will all be resolved. Until the next time that is.

I know this is just one incident in my life, one week of choices, but the real point here is, when we have the will power to choose which direction we are going to take, in every aspect of our life, the choices we make always impact more than ourselves and no matter which way we go, if we are open to it, we learn our biggest lessons in life and we teach as well. Yes, I could have taken the higher road and let the hat go. We would have ALL lived in peace and harmony, EXCEPT, until the next time one of the kids on the bus (or in life) thinks nothing of messing around with other people’s things. Isn’t it part of our job as a community to teach identify moral lessons? It’s part of living in a peaceful society.

Also, another big lesson I want my children to learn is that stuff isn’t important. I know, I know, this is a contradiction of what I have been talking about but the a particular piece in the scripture has always stayed with me from my childhood Sunday school lessons and that is, “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” (Matthew 6) This bible verse has always resonated with me and I’d like to believe I’m not materialistic.

Everything we have been given of material goods, is to bring us joy on the earth, make life easier and being grateful for those things is an important lesson too. I hope our children learn a few lessons from this whole experience, all of our children, Will, Grace, Harrison, etc…that respect is an important part of living on this earth, and choosing to be kind. Always kind. When we take that path, we are never wrong.

Well, I must close but before I do, I want to give you the recipe for my ginger snap cookies which I think are the perfect choice to go with late fall/early winter weather. I have a full cookie jar with these cookies right now thanks to my dear, DEAREST, son Harrison. While D and I were out doing our Christmas shopping for his oldest sister Alyssa yesterday, (who will NOT be home this Christmas and we want to send her a package soon) he had made a huge batch of these for the family. (Alyssa would love these too…they are her fav) I came home to a hot cup of tea and a plate of cookies. I showed him how to sprinkle an icing sugar star on top. They were so delicious that I thought I would add them to this blog post today. Thank you Harrison. I respect your excellent baking skills.

I hope you enjoy them too, if you want to make them more festive, simply make a stencil of a star or whatever…maybe I should have put a hat on our cookies. Whatever choices you make on this earth, I hope the lessons that result are gentle,

and your cookie jar is ALWAYS full!

Harrison’s Ginger Snaps

1 cup sugar
3/4 cup of margarine or butter, softened
1/4 cup molasses
1 egg
21/4 cups all purpose flour (Harrison used whole wheat yesterday and it was great)
2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp ginger
1/2 tsp cloves
1/4 tsp nutmeg
1/4 cup sugar

In a large bowl, beat 1 cup sugar, margarine, molasses and egg until light and fluffy. Stir in remaining ingredients except 1/4 cup sugar, mix well. Cover with plastic wrap; refrigerate 1 hour for easier handling. (You don’t have to do this last step…Harrison didn’t yesterday and they were great)

Heat oven to 350 degree F. Shape dough into 1 inch balls; roll in 1/4 cup sugar. Space 2 inches apart on un-greased cookie sheets. Bake at 350 degree F. For 8 to 12 minutes or until set. (Cookies will puff up and then flatten during baking.) Cool 1 minute; remove from cookie sheets. Cool completely.

Yields 3-4 dozen

We double the recipe for our large family so they last the week.

 

Will just came home and look what is on his head!

Looking at the above picture, it reminds me me of a story Dr. Wayne Dyer tells, of a woman who was walking on the beach with her small son. Suddenly, a huge wave washes upon the shore and pulls her son into the ocean. She gets down on her hands and knees and cries, “Oh God, please, please, bring my son back to me!” On the next wave her son reappears, none the worse for wear. She looks him over from top to bottom and says, “but he was wearing a HAT” 
 

                                               

Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope