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Two Things I (Always) Do.

Think about the things you do each day without question. What do you always find time for? What is a natural priority? What do you do especially for yourself, that makes you the person you are?

There are two things I do — come rain or come shine, come heck or high water.

PUT WORDS ON A PAGE

There is nothing I’d rather do than write. A poem. My book. Notes about a speech I’d like to give on relationships.

I love a blank page. It’s an odd thing to love, but I do, as long as I can choose what goes on the page.

Laundry can be piling over the edges of baskets, AirBnB guests arriving in three hours, not to mention a stack of paperwork calling me to sort, file or answer.

And still.

I’d rather be writing. So that’s what I do in the early morning. It’s my time to write, no matter how busy the rest of the day is.

EAT GOOD FOOD

I eat healthy, colorful, delicious food. Not because I think I should, or even that I was raised that way, but because I love real food, good food, food that’s beautiful and inviting and has eye appeal. There’s nothing more beautiful to me than a plate full of color.

To be fair, I was raised in Iowa, where practically everyone had a garden brimming with fresh peas, green beans and sweet corn. Potatoes, squash, cabbage, lettuce…

But also to be fair, the Midwest is the land of jello salad, canned fruit and overcooked everything. Food is over salted and meals are meat driven. If you and I visited any church potluck or family table, you’d agree wholeheartedly that Iowans don’t necessarily know what to do with the gorgeous bounty outside their backdoor.

Mostly I eat meals I’ve made myself. Yes, I’m one of “those people.”

I’m the person who takes the time to peel a butternut squash, cube it, toss it with a little olive oil, salt, and cracked Tellicherry black pepper (from the Malabar coast of India), and bake it about 30 min at 450 degrees (stir once).

This sort of thing seems easy to me. It’s a natural part of my day.

Creating healthy food is simple enough to do, but not many folks I know (with no one but themselves to cook for) bother with the peeler, the cutting board and the cubing. I truly do not understand why fast food wins so often in America the beautiful, but it does.

I drive by a drive up window handing out who knows what and consider it a fascinating and mysterious event. (I would understand totally if the food tasted wonderful and digested easily.)

For me, the result of baking the butternut squash or buying fresh beets with tops and making use of all of it is worth the time and effort. Besides, I like the way the house smells when delicious things are happening in the kitchen.

Food prep is part of my daily flow. I do a little at a time no matter what is going on in my life.

Apparently, it’s my thing.

Forbidden Rice, baby greens, roasted butternut squash, pomegranate seeds, roasted and lightly salted pistachios. Balsamic dressing.

I’m also the kind of person who discovers a new-to-me-food, such as forbidden rice (jet black and full of minerals) and of course I buy some and give it a whirl. I wonder what this rice can do for me. I play with it. I notice how it cooks up so perfectly, each grain singular and separate.

It becomes a new favorite. Besides being nutritious, it’s quite the backdrop for all other colors of food, glorious food.

Fennel With Meyer Lemon and Shaved Parmesan

I enjoy bringing home vibrant vegetables and dreamily imagining (in my free brain moments) how to use them. Sometimes I look through Bon Appetit magazine for inspiration (yeah, it’s even bedtime reading…).

I’m curious about answers to questions like “How does a Meyer lemon get along with  fennel?”

Turns out, Meyer lemon and fennel are magic together. They have a great relationship!

(Peak season for Meyer lemons, by the way, is November through March. They are a cross between a lemon and an orange.)

Here’s something I tried recently.

Start with 2 fennel bulbs. (If you think you’re not wild about fennel, this will change your mind.)

Wash them, and saving and setting aside the fronds. Cut bulbs in half (top to bottom) and place cut side down on a cutting board. Slice lengthwise (again, top to bottom) in 1/2 inch pieces. Brown in skillet with olive oil in two batches. Then put all the fennel back in the pan and add 1/2 c. broth (chicken or veggie). Also add the juice and finely grated peel from one Meyer lemon. Cover and cook gently until tender, about 10 minutes or so.

Remove the cooked fennel from the liquid and reduce the liquid until it’s a little syrupy. Then toss the fennel back in to coat it. Serve topped with shaved Parmesan and the green fronds from the fennel.

It was delicious. There I was at my table set for one, exclaiming aloud as I ate.

This morning I did the butternut squash thing, followed by baking (at a lower temp) a few fingerlings and yams, too, just for good measure.

Warm Salad with Turkey burger (cut up) baby greens, roasted butternut squash, roasted fingerlings, sauteed onions. Dressing: Olive oil with TJ’s balsamic vinegar (8.5 oz. bottle with red label)

I’ll use it over the coming days, say, to make a warm salad. To mash or stir into soup. I’ll have fingerling potatoes with my morning eggs and add mushrooms, onions and baby greens. For lunch or dinner, I’ll do butternut cubes on a bed of baby greens, with a few other veggies, a sprinkle of feta, and a simple dressing of olive oil and balsamic vinegar and call it a meal. The next day I’ll make a colorful pile of squash cubes, black beans, crunchy red pepper, purple cabbage and grated carrot. (And yes, though some of the veggies are raw, it will be a warm pile ’cause it’s winter…)

Every health professional says “eat more vegetables.” It’s not hard to eat more vegetables. Step one buy them. Step two wash and cut them up. Step three eat them.

SILLY ME

I thought I would make fewer dirty dishes after Eric passed. So far in ten months, I can still create quite a kitchen scene, just like when Eric was around, except now there’s no 5″11, 175 lb good lookin’ guy wearing a smile who walks in, rolls up his sleeves and whistles while he works. 

Life moves on, yes, it does. And now for the paperwork waiting patiently behind me.

P.S. Please tell me a little something about what you (always) do.

 

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Rise Up by Andra Day

What a great set of words for these oncoming days.

Rise Up

 
You’re broken down and tired
Of living life on a merry go round
And you can’t find the fighter
But I see it in you so we gonna walk it out
And move mountains
We gonna walk it out
And move mountains
And I’ll rise up
I’ll rise like the day
I’ll rise up
I’ll rise unafraid
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
And I’ll rise up
High like the waves
I’ll rise up
In spite of the ache
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
When the silence isn’t quiet
And it feels like it’s getting hard to breathe
And I know you feel like dying
But I promise we’ll take the world to its feet
And move mountains
Bring it to its feet
And move mountains
And I’ll rise up
I’ll rise like the day
I’ll rise up
I’ll rise unafraid
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
All we need, all we need is hope
And for that we have each other
And for that we have each other
And we will rise
We will rise
We’ll rise, oh, oh
We’ll rise
I’ll rise up
Rise like the day
I’ll rise up
In spite of the ache
I will rise a thousand times again
And we’ll rise up
High like the waves
We’ll rise up
In spite of the ache
We’ll rise up
And we’ll do it a thousand times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Cassandra Monique Batie / Jennifer Decilveo
Rise Up lyrics © BMG Rights Management

Terri’s book of photography combined with poetry is here! 100 Words: Small Servings of Whimsy and Wisdom to Calm the Mind and Nourish the Heart.

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Rippling Abs, Anyone?

Rippling Abs, Anyone?

During this strange time in history, I noticed y’all were tackling all sorts of interesting projects. I decided I needed one, too—something positive to remember the pandemic of 2020 by.
 
I decided to pay attention to something I had abandoned…
 
Nope, I’m not cleaning my garage. I am not organizing one single thing. I’m not planting a garden or cleaning up my yard.
 
Instead, I decided to take care of myself better. This, folks, has made all the difference for me.
 
With relatively little time and effort on my part, I feel so much better than I did a month ago.
 
On March 30, I got on the exercise bike and the yoga mat for the first time in a long time, and did 30 minutes each. I liked it so much that I decided to do it every day. But I fell short of that, and changed my commitment to every other day, which felt more manageable, reasonable, and doable.
 
I also get off the bike after every song, take a couple of sips of water, shake out my legs and arms for a few seconds, and get back on. This makes the bike project a reasonable proposition, too.
 
Daily walks of any length—by myself, or with my little guy, Jackson—are a fresh air bonus.
 
My recumbent exercise bike has pulleys to work my upper body while I pedal, which gets my heart rate up fast, and also helps my whole-body strength. It feels good to get up from writing, or doing a consulting session with a client, to do something physically challenging while listening to good music.
 
After only a month, I feel a sheet of muscles on the front of me I haven’t felt for a very, very long time. Goodness gracious. Who knew they were there. I’ll be posting rippling ab photos soon, I’m sure.
 
I have no idea what the scales have to say about my bike/yoga project—I don’t care. Paying attention to scales tends to send me sideways, and therefore, I’m ignoring them completely.
 
But—I LOVE the way I feel! Hang in there, everyone.
 

Terri’s book of photography combined with poetry is here! 100 Words: Small Servings of Whimsy and Wisdom to Calm the Mind and Nourish the Heart.

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Check Out This Troublemaker in Relationships

Check Out This Troublemaker in Relationships

Sometimes we ask intimate partners to do for us what is actually ours to do.

We ask our partner to give us the reassurance, love or appreciation we feel is missing in ourselves, with the hope that they will give us what we’re asking for—and then we’ll feel better. They’ll take care of our problem.

But when they do give us what we’re asking for, it can never be enough, because we have insufficient context for what they’ve given. We haven’t build the inner foundation to receive it, hear it, welcome it, believe it. They try to help, but their love for us falls into our void, our black hole, our love bucket with no bottom.

As always, there’s hope. Check out the video below.

Terri Crosby. http://www.incareofrelationships.com/.

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