Howard was an unusually happy baby for me today – delightfully long enough for me to read some of The Treasury of Religious Verse, compiled by D.T. Kauffman. Taking care of a 4-month-old is physically taxing and causes mental bankruptcy. I try desperately to reverse the deterioration by reading things that challenge me at a variety of levels. This was my favorite thing I read today.
“I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand,
and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,
And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,
And the cow crunching with depress’d head surpasses any statue,
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.”
from Walt Whitman’s SONG OF MYSELF
 an ant
 a masterpiece
 I couldn’t help but refresh my brain about Whitman by looking him up on Wikipedia: Deeply influenced by deism, Whitman embraced all religions equally; he accepted all churches and believed in none. Though apparently I disagree with his theology, I was fascinated by how much I agreed with his thoughts in these verses.
What about you? Any thoughts about Whitman’s perspective on nature?
My closet is one of my favorite rooms in our house. I love it for one main reason: it’s huge. I can see all of my clothes in one passing glance and so I wear more of them more often.
A huge closet is just one of the wonderful home additions that resulted from the efforts of my valiant, handyman husband Jason who nearly single-handedly finished our unfinished basement over the past year; there remain only a few last trimmings left to complete. Our last closet my clothes (I blame them entirely) swiftly overtook. His clothes made a courageous effort to hold their tiny turf, but mine stood firm on the ground they had taken and advanced with stalwart fervor. Now we have ample room for both.
But lately I’ve noticed a fascinating phenomenon: everything inflates to fill its space. Food in a fridge; office supplies in a desk drawer; spending in one’s income; and now…clothes in my closet. It’s hard for me to decide to dismiss an article of clothing. Maybe I’m good at seeing potential. Or maybe it’s because every style that goes around comes around again. Or maybe it’s my StrengthsFinder Input Theme.
Have you noticed this phenomenon in your life? And how do you decide when a clothing item is ready to visit the Thrift Store?
Some of my favorite bloggers at Young House Love are thinking about the same things.
Coconut Cashew Granola Bars: One of my go-to favorite snacks to keep around the house to grab on-the-go. I found it in a Runners World mag several years ago and tore the page out.
1 cup shredded coconut
2 cups raw oats
1/2 cup raisins (or other dried fruit – I’ve tried both blueberries and cherries!)
1/2 cup sunflower seeds, shelled
1 cup raw cashews
1 1/2 cups peanut butter
1 cup honey
1 tsp vanilla extract
Mold into 18 bars and place on a baking sheet. Bars will not increase in size, so they can be placed close together. Bake at 350 F for 15 minutes.
What’s your favorite healthy on-the-go snack? Did you try mine; what did you think?
I love fresh, new beginnings. The flawless and untainted canvas of a new beginning excites the perfectionist in me. I love them so much that I’m slow as molasses to make my first mark on them. Untouched snow looks so much better to me than a snowman and snow-angel. I want to know ahead of time each stroke I’ll paint, each letter I’ll type. I want everything to be just right.
That’s how I have felt for the past few weeks about this blog. What will it be about? How will it help people? Who will even follow it or care about anything I write? What do I really have to offer anyone?
But now it’s time to make the first mark. I just need to be OK with the evolution of it. And know that almost no one will even read this first post.
So hello, world! Here’s to new beginnings on a nondescript day, at a nondescript time, in my nondescript living room, doing one of my particularly favorite things: listening to my husband Jason play guitar and watching my 4-month-old Howard watch him, intrigued.