A Warming Trend

Today is quite different weather-wise from yesterday. Actually, it’s quite different mood-wise also. Reading yesterday’s post, one would have thought that I was on the verge of depression. Not so. A series of disappointing events occurred that brought my tenacity to an almost screeching halt. I’ve since recovered.

I don’t know what’s going on in Minnesota this year. Our winter has been so mild and this week they anticipate having 4-5 days of 70 degree temperatures. I’m certainly enjoying the warmth but my mind thinks forward to the summer with the concern being an onslaught of bugs that didn’t get killed over the winter.

The neighbors small marshland that sits behind the back of our lot has water in it already. Gone is the snow and ice that the deer walked on. This, I believe, is where most of our mosquitoes come from. The dragonflies have not yet appeared so the mosquito population has not yet started hatching.

The “plan” now is to get some Mosquito Dunks which are pellets that can be dropped in standing water. The pellets contain a bacteria that feed on the larvae and kill those blood-sucking … oh, sorry, almost got carried away there. (laughing)

The area lakes are thawing rather quickly but unless we get a lot of spring rain, the water levels will be very low which can affect summer activities. Perhaps I won’t be able to learn to fish this year. A neighbor I met this past weekend told me that the fish in the nearby lake are desperate for food so I can even use corn as bait. I found that so funny! Being naive about fishing though, I will probably try it to see if it works.

I never dreamed that I would be strategizing on how to rid the area around us of mosquitoes and ticks nor of competing with neighbors to see who can make the best woodpile. (It will be me of course but I’ll let them learn that on their own.)

I guess I’m a Minnesotan after all.

 

 

Fog

With 2 beautiful record-setting warm days in Minnesota, today I woke to a downpour of rain, darkness and fog. A true reflection of life.

Driving through the fog I could hardly see 15 feet in front of me. I prayed that no deer were out this early although this is their usual morning feeding time. With a mist of rain gently splattering on the windshield, I couldn’t help but think about the realities of life.

One minute, the sun is out. People are walking, biking, talking and enjoying life. Everything seems right. But the realities are that most of the time things aren’t right and the sun only causes a false sense of security.

Betrayed by the sun, clouds hovering above pummel their incessant drops of wet tears that don’t cease. Splattering on one’s life, they bring the fog of blindness to one’s heart leaving one with only themselves in focus.

Minnesota Fog

What is this about? One day things appeared as it should, or at least the way I thought. Everything clear, bright and bringing with it an energy of life that could overtake the largest obstacle. The next day, realizations arise that cause the heart to recoil as darkness sets in.

Alone. I am alone. The people around me who I had thought comprised part of my being have chipped themselves away. The saying “I came into this world alone and I will leave it alone” comes to mind.

I try to shake the feeling of meaninglessness that so suddenly has appeared on my doorstop. “You’re not welcome here,” I say to him. But as he did to Solomon of old , he continues to stand at the door seeking entrance into a heart that is overwhelmed by fog. Not being able to see 15 feet ahead, meaninglessness offers me his hand. “No, I don’t want you,” I say.

And as he stands there at the door believing that he’ll gain entrance simply because I sit in darkness on the other side, I wonder if this is why people choose to live their lives away from others.

Disappointment, grief, sadness — none of these will keep meaninglessness away. And yet, he will not receive an invitation to enter my heart. He has no place here and is not welcome. He’s come close enough for me to smell his lurid breath and to see his beady little eyes trying to peer into my soul. But no door will be open for him here.

The minute I make up my mind that I can only trust myself and not sunshine, people or events in life, disappointment starts to ebb. But it is not entirely gone. Always on the fringes and working with meaninglessness as its best friend, entrance to my heart has to be guarded.

And when the darkness, the pellets of rain and the fog encompass and blind me, I lift up my eyes to the only One I know I can trust. I’ve been shown reality and it knocked me to the ground. But I am standing again – shaking but standing nonetheless. Thank you Father, Jesus and Holy Spirit for pulling me out of this fog-encased time in my life.

 

 

 

 

 

The Start of Spring

March is supposed to be the snowiest month in Minnesota. So far, we’ve seen drizzle and sun.

Yesterday reminded me of Seattle. Cold, damp, drizzly, foggy and windy. A typical Seattle day. I even started to feel blah.

This morning I looked out the window and a cardinal was sitting on a branch. The beginning of spring has arrived albeit a little earlier than the date suggests it should.

The weather is supposed to be in the 40’s, 50’s then 60’s next week. I don’t know if I’m ready for spring yet. I’ve enjoyed the winter even though it was quite mild. Our snow plower didn’t make much money off of us this year.

Spring projects include: removing wallpaper from the main bathroom, painting the guest room and laundry room on the main floor, painting the his and her closets in the master bedroom and lastly, landscaping the yard.

I still haven’t figured out what to do with our backyard. Once the trees are in full bloom, the only sunlight we get is when the sun is directly above our house and there are too many trees hovering over our property to allow the sun to beam down in a way to provide much light to plants. Quite a challenge — a shade and deer tolerant yard.

I wonder if there’s a landscaping show similar to HDTV for houses that will come and do it for me. Hmmm … I’ll have to check that out. Unless someone already knows???

 

Cure All?

A few years ago, I watched a movie called My Big Fat Greek Wedding. It’s a comedy and, although I don’t find comedy funny most of the time, this movie made me think about things that, as a Puerto Rican, my family used to (term used loosely) do.

In the movie, the father uses Windex as a cure for everything. Pimple? Windex. Rash? Windex. One would think that the story was made up but idiosyncrasies like this are a reality in a lot of cultures. Mine is one of them although it’s not Windex that we use.

Growing up, our cure-all was Vicks VapoRub. Much to my dismay, it has recently changed.

On a recent trip to visit relatives (who shall remain anonymous for reasons known) I had a wrist splint on because of pain that I was experiencing due to a fall on vacation. When a person is injured or sick, friends and family all seem to become doctors. I was now the patient of well-meaning relatives.

Sitting around watching TV, the family member told me they had something that would help my pain. My first thought was “Oh, Vicks Vaporub” but I mistaken.  A large clear jar of blue “gel” was pulled out, the top was opened and a large amount of the gel was slathered on my arm and wrist.

Hmmm … I thought. It has a menthol smell. The pain was starting to go away and for about an hour I was pain free. “This stuff seems to work, at least temporarily,” I told myself.

For the next couple of days, I thought nothing of the “gel” that was now being used on me every time I visited. Until, that is, I went to use the bathroom. While cleaning my hands, I noticed a huge tub of this gel sitting on the vanity and like a cat whose curiosity is piqued by trailing yarn, I picked up the large tub to see what was in this miracle cure. The large label read “Mineral Ice.” Oh, mineral ice, that sounds “natural.”

Hmmm … “Mane and Tail” — what a strange name. As I continued to read, my heart almost stopped. “Horses In Training: Use regularly before and after workouts.”

Oh no! What is this????!!!!!!! I couldn’t believe it.

After Strenuous Competition:
To temporarily relieve minor soreness or stiffness after racing, polo, hunting, jumping, roping, cutting, gated performances and dressage. Promotes faster, safer cool outs.”

I almost fell to the floor with uncontrollable laugher. The new cure-all is meant for animals.

I left the bathroom feeling foolish. “You should have known,” I told myself. “You should have checked. You know some people in your family have odd ideas.”

Quite honestly, I don’t believe my relative even read the label. Another relative had given them a clear jar of the gel and since it worked they continued to use it. Then this “other” relative gave them the large tub of “Mane and Tail” and they continued filling the large clear jar every time it was empty.

Upon leaving, I was presented with my very own clear jar of Mane and Tail.

Mane and Tail Mineral Ice

Once I arrived at home, I looked up the ingredients. The main ingredient is menthol. I haven’t checked each of the other ingredients to see if they are okay for “human use.”

(Active Ingredient: Menthol 2%
Other Ingredients: Ammonium Hydroxide, Carbomer 934, Cupic Sulfate, FD&C Blue No. 1, Isopropyl Alcohol 11.2%, Magnesium Sulfate, Sodium Hydroxide, Thymol, Deionized Water.)

But, I just don’t think I can use it. My brain just can’t wrap itself around using a concoction that’s meant for horses.  Especially since the warning tells you to see a veterinarian if you have problems.

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Curried Butternut and Red Lentil Soup with Chard

At first glance, the name of this recipe sounded a little odd to me but since I have lots of red lentils (that I bought very inexpensively, by the way) I decided to try it. One of my goals this year is to try more vegan recipes from the cookbook, 1000 Vegan Recipes, that I was given for Christmas.

What a wonderful surprise this soup turned out to be! It was delicious. I had my doubts in the beginning because when I added the can of crushed tomatoes the soup looked red and tasted too much like tomatoes. But the longer it cooked, the more the sweet butternut flavors came through.

Ingredients

  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 1 medium onion, diced
  • 1 medium butternut squash, peeled and diced
  • 2 garlic cloves, minced
  • 1/2 teaspoon mild curry powder
  • 1 (14.5 ounce) can unsalted crushed tomatoes
  • 1 cup red lentils, picked over, rinsed and drained
  • 4 cups vegetable broth
  • 1 cup water
  • Salt and freshly ground black pepper
  • 3 cups finely chopped stemmed red Swiss chard
Directions
  1. In a large soup pot, heat the oil over medium heat.
  2. Add the onion, squash and garlic then cover and cook until the vegetables are softened, 10-15 minutes.
  3. Stir in the ginger and curry powder.
  4. Add the tomatoes, lentils, broth, water, and the salt and pepper to taste.
  5. Bring the soup to a boil then reduce the heat to low and simmer, uncovered, until the lentils and vegetables are tender, about 45 minutes.
  6. Stir occasionally.
  7. About 15 minutes before serving, stir in the chard.
  8. Adjust the seasonings if necessary and then serve.

I made the following changes to this recipe to suit my family’s taste:

  • First, instead of chopping the onion (which means they’d be larger) I diced it since one of my son’s doesn’t like onions. This helps the onion to cook more thoroughly so the soup doesn’t taste too much like onion.
  • Second,I used 2 cloves of garlic instead of one.
  • Third, I used only 1/2 teaspoon curry powder instead of the 1 tablespoon that the original recipe calls for. The original recipe also says you can use hot curry powder but since we don’t like a strong curry flavor I toned it down.
  • Fourth, I used 4 cups of broth and one cup of water instead of 5 cups of broth. In the past, I have found that when I use too much broth the soup tastes more like the broth than anything else. I wanted to make sure that the other flavors were enhanced.

Really and truly, this was a great tasting soup. I served it with a pear, pecan, blue cheese salad and Naan bread. I wasn’t trying to have a vegan meal — just try a new vegan recipe. I hardly noticed that this soup had red lentils in it.

This soup is now on my favorites list. If you try it, please let me know how you like it and what other variations you try.

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Birthdays and Memories

I have the pleasure of celebrating a friend’s birthday this week. The big five-four (54). Time sure passes by quickly.

I remember when he had long hair that went all the way down to his waist. With his scraggly beard, he reminded me of Jesus (laughing). What I remember the most though is his hands — “kind” hands. He used them in ways that expressed his concern for other people, a touch on the shoulder, a pat on the back …

Time passes so quickly for us. I’m told by “older” friends that the older one gets the quicker the time seems to pass.

No longer can we play in sandboxes and have it considered “normal” — well, as if anyone is really normal.

My iPod has all of my songs on it and when I play them on the “shuffle” setting, sometimes a sad song comes on …

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar 
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder 
And tearful at the falling of a star 

Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams 
Words like when you’re older must appease him 
And promises of someday make his dreams

And the seasons they go round and round 
And the painted ponies go up and down 
We’re captive on the carousel of time 
We can’t return we can only look 
Behind from where we came 
And go round and round and round 
In the circle game 

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now 
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town 
And they tell him take your time it won’t be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down 

And the seasons they go round and round 
And the painted ponies go up and down 
We’re captive on the carousel of time 
We can’t return we can only look 
Behind from where we came 
And go round and round and round 
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty 
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There’ll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through

And the seasons they go round and round 
And the painted ponies go up and down 
We’re captive on the carousel of time 
We can’t return we can only look 
Behind from where we came 
And go round and round and round 
In the circle game

The Circle Game by Joni Mitchell, from the Ladies of the Canyon CD

With gray hair sprawling through his body, he is still the man I know, the man I married and the man whose twinkle in his eyes light the flame in my heart.

Ahhh — life. There’s no going back in time and when we reminisce of days gone by we see them filled with joy and pain. Round and round life takes us on its journey. Each day, each minute, each moment never to be re-lived.

But for now, the moment is mine. This moment I will love and allow the love of others to encompass me. When I die, I can say that I have lived and loved.

 

 

Communion

My new church (I’ll officially be a member next week) practices communion once a quarter. This past Saturday was the first one of the year.

The service was very nice as everything (sermon, songs, Scripture reading) pointed to the reason why we practice communion — to remember the sacrifice Christ made for me and the relationship I am privileged to enjoy with Him.

The music was uplifting and brought tears to my eyes. One song especially comes to mind — it’s called “How Beautiful.” A few years back, I had sung a solo of this song at my old church in Seattle. As the deacons served us the “bread and grape juice,” the chorister led us in singing the song. The lyrics are below.

How beautiful the hands that served
The wine and the bread and the sons of the earth
How beautiful the feet that walked
The long dusty roads and the hill to the cross

How beautiful, how beautiful
How beautiful is the body of Christ

How beautiful the heart that bled
That took all my sin and bore it instead
How beautiful the tender eyes
That chose to forgive and never despise

How beautiful, how beautiful
How beautiful is the body of Christ

And as He laid down His life
We offer this sacrifice
That we will live just as he died
Willing to pay the price
Willing to pay the price

How beautiful the radiant bride
Who waits for her groom with His light in her eyes
How beautiful when humble hearts give
The fruit of pure lives so that others may live

How beautiful, how beautiful
How beautiful is the body of Christ

How beautiful the feet that bring
The sound of good news and the love of the King
How beautiful the hands that serve
The wine and the bread and the sons of the earth

How beautiful, how beautiful
How beautiful is the body of Christ

It is hard for me to live an unselfish life. The society I grew up in and that still exists only seems to care about themselves. Occasionally, a person comes along who has the heart of serving others but sadly, it is rare. I can’t say that I don’t struggle with this myself. With everything that the world bombards me with it is hard to stay focused.

The thought that Christ can live “in” me gives me reason to pause and rejoice. If it weren’t for that, my selfishness would rear it’s ugly head every second of the day. I look to Him and my prayer is to reflect Him. Is there really anything wrong in wanting to be like Someone so perfect?

I in them and you in me—so that they may be brought to complete unity. Then the world will know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me. John 17:23

Snow Is Finally Here

Minnesota has not had much snow to speak of this year. Ski resorts, ice fishing, cross-country skiing, snowmobiling — all have come to a screeching halt. The last couple of days though have broken the cycle.

In the Twin Cities, we didn’t get as much as what they originally anticipated which was close to a foot of snow. The first “pass” only hit us with rain. The second “pass’ gave us about 2 inches of wet snow.

I woke up, looked out the window and the landscape had changed so much from the night before. White — white — white … everything is white. I enjoy Minnesota winters!

Minnesota Snow in February
Minnesota Snow in Lake Elmo
Snow on Trees

I never realized I would like the color white so much until I moved to Minnesota and its winters brought us the lovely white landscapes.

Snow on Branches
Minnesota Snow
Minnesota Snow in February
Minnesota Snow on Branches

We haven’t had much snow this year but when it came it sure did come pretty!

 

Lent

The beginning of lent started last week (as did this post that I hadn’t finished). For those who aren’t sure what lent is all about, an article on Wikipedia will give you a historical account of how it started and why it’s observed.

Growing up Catholic, lent meant that I could not eat meat on Fridays and that I would have to give “something” up for 40 days. Actually, for most people I knew it was about giving something up with no real understanding of the reason why. Once the 40 days is over, most people go back to whatever it was they “gave up.” Granted, the 40 days were over but what most people gave up are bad habits that should be given up anyway. It’s kind’ve like a 40 day New Year’s resolution with an “end” date.

One of the reasons given for observing lent is as an act of penitence. That reason doesn’t bode well with me. I don’t believe that there is any penance we can do that would satisfy the wrong that we are constantly doing in both thought and action. Selfishness is at the core of our being and I, as of yet, have not found anyone who is selfless.

Having said that, I believe a period of time for introspection of one’s life is good for the soul. Posing questions and seeking answers from ourselves about our purpose in this life has benefits. Getting to know oneself anyone?

  • What do I want to do with my life?
  • Do my actions portray who I really am?
  • Are my daily actions pointing me towards my goal in life or is the way I live hindering my goal?
  • Do I have any goals?
  • Are my thoughts lifting me up or bringing me down?
  • Is there a purpose to what I do and who I am?

A book I read awhile back called Mind, Character and Personality has this quote:

“If the thoughts are wrong, the feelings will be wrong; and the thoughts and feelings combined make up the moral character.”

How true that is in my life. Sometimes I get stuck in negative thinking and in those times I find myself agitated, angry, selfish and accusatory. Focusing on good things lead me to good actions.

My lent observance will not be giving up chocolate, meat or TV (as good as that sacrifice will be for some people). Instead my focus will be more around how I live my life.

  • Smiling at a person who is not smiling (too many frowns out there)
  • Complimenting a person to lift them up
  • Saying “Thank-you” for little things that are done for me (such as bagging my groceries)
  • Calling a person who is ill, depressed or sick

Little things — if we all just majored in the minor things of life we would be so much happier. I need to starve the negative and feed the positive!

Hopefully, my intentional living to make life a little kinder for people will extend way past the 40 days of lent.