Leaving

I stepped outside onto the deck overlooking a forest of trees. Standing above them all gave me a sense of a strong foundation, something I had for a long time struggled to admit was missing. The cool Carolina air hit my face as I turned to slide the door closed behind me and wrapped myself [...]

Island Dinner

I wrote this post for Not According to Plan, my second blog, born after Sundays with Dad. When I read it to Dad before dinner tonight, he asked, “Which blog are you putting this on?”
“Mine,” I said.
“Oh….”
“Or I could put it on Sundays.”
“Good,” he said. “You don’t need two blogs.”
“Dad, give it time. Just come to dinner tonight. We can share this story.”

Sundays With Dad

Roasted vegetables crisp from the oven with fresh herbs, sea salt and olive oil.

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Bread dipped in lavender rich Island vinegar—thick as syrup. Buttery Chardonnay, sipped. Just an evening meal, near the water as the sun is preparing to set. The vibrant colors, textures, layers, warmth around us, is reflected in the food and wine, suggesting the complexity of emotions. Food savored, words unnecessary. Thoughts of the day pondered.

Can I find this peace everywhere please? Can I quiet my spirit in the midst of interruptions…….can I carry home with me the gentle lull of a mood created by my surroundings far north from the city?

It takes time to appreciate the goodness in simple, honest things like vegetables, herbs, oil and vinegar. “A good honest meal,” my mom would say about her mother’s slip-downs and dumplings made from flour she had ground, broth rich from the marrow of bone…

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