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Rain Lessons. Welcoming The Pause for Love.

Water falling from the sky is the perfect antidote for busy. The rain softens me.

As a storm travels across the valley below, it brushes the upper edges of the mountain range in the distance, inviting sky and mountain to meet gently, blur boundaries.

When rain moves in, the Blue Ridge Mountains, dark blue as blue can be, begin to take rest. They fall back. Some peaks disappear completely. Some recede draped in sheets of translucent mist.

When it rains, I do what the mountains do. What’s front and center, what’s urgent retreats in favor of the sound of water, lush moisture, and earthy smells.

It’s quieter, too, after a downpour. Livings things pause to drink. Absorb. Take in nourishment.

AND WHAT ABOUT YOU?

Do you take moments to soften like the mountains do? Do you let the rain have her way with you?

Do you set aside the spade, the rake, and the hand trowel to notice the shower of love coming from all around you? Quiet, steady love from the trees, let’s say. Or from living things (you can’t even see) who do their daily part. Do you feel the love from spring blossoms about to burst?

Do you enjoy rain moments with your loved ones? That moment when your fork pauses in midair while the fondness (floating like happy mist) between you and your dear friend soaks into your heart.

Did you notice just now your husband’s soft mountain face looking over at you? Did you feel his rain love?

Your partner across the table is eating her breakfast. She’s paying loving attention to the details of your morning face. Can you be the mountain, let her love brush over you, soften your edges? That bowl of fresh fruit (love) before you, and her love — do both nourish you? Are you soil receiving rain?

Your grand daughter is on the porch swing with you. She wants to do nothing at all. No books, no storytelling. Instead, she leans on you and watches how the breeze moves her world this way and that. That’s all she wants, the feel of (rain mama) you.

May rain on misty mountains guide your days today and always. After all, the rain knows everything.

 

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What To Do With Summer Fruits — Mango Blackberry Lime Sorbet

Gentle Rain and A Misty Morning

Gentle Rain and A Misty Morning

My favorite kind of Asheville Morning… it’s raining gently as we wake up, wrapping the mountains in mist.  All the colors are soft, the day starts in an easy way and life is good…. Soon, the sun will come out and diamonds will be everywhere.  I’ll have to visit the glistening  jewel-laden blueberry bushes in just a little while….
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Mango Blackberry Lime Sorbet

Yesterday I made Mango Blackberry Lime Sorbet — Heaven on a spoon!  Making fresh sorbet is my favorite simple way to use  ripe and ready summer fruits. Preferably, use a combination of fruits where one is sweeter and others are more tart.  Mangoes are very sweet right now.  Blackberries a little less sweet.  Limes, of course are tart.  A perfect combination. Mango Blackberry Lime Sorbet 2 large Mangoes, peeled, chunked a bit.  See directions below for “How To Cut A Mango.” About 1 cup fresh blackberries, preferably  from somebody’s local patch 1 Lime, squeezed — and make lime zest, too, and throw into the mix. Use a fine grater, microplane or zester tool.  Get only the green part of the skin, not the white pith. Put everything in a cuisinart (for slightly chunky sorbet option, which is my favorite) — or a blender (for smooth and blended sorbet). Mix and taste. Add honey or aguave to taste.  You don’t need much, if any.  Don’t over-sweeten — it will hide the taste of the fruit.  You want the  taste of the fruit to be front and center. How To Cut A Mango Smoosh the pit in your hand to get all the good stuff — get it all!  Nobody in a how-to video tells you to do that, but this part is the most fun (and by far the messiest!!). The pit is a bit like a slippery bar of soap, but go for it.  Not exactly something you’d want to do with 8 kids at a birthday party!!!  Well, maybe….!  They would be entertained for hours! For an excellent and simple chef’s video on how to cut a mango, go here .
That was delicious...

That was delicious...

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Intimacy Is Everywhere

Hello Everyone,

Today, intimacy.

Love to you all,

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Friday Love: Bam! Gate Breaking, Anyone?

Good Friday, Everyone!

Today, I’m sharing a story about how I accidentally accomplished something on my bucket list. I ran through an exit gate while looking the other way. The hood of my car is scratched up, and one windshield wiper is a mess, but let’s have a good laugh about how we never expect what “getting what we want” includes!

Let me know if you relate…

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Enough with the Name-Calling

It seems to be a growing fad these days to call someone a narcissist, or declare they are toxic.
 
Political name-calling is similar—we assign politicians and voters to categories, and brush them off as if they are unintelligent, inferior, or even worthless.
 
By labeling others, we miss their humanity. We gloss over their struggle, their best effort at dealing with life. We dismiss them.
 
We do to them what we believe they are doing to others.
 
Look past a label, and in the soft light of day, there stands a person like you or like me, coping as best they can. At the end of the day, no friend, parent, or lover making conscious choices intends to be mean, or to ignore, or to embellish. There is always more to the story.
 
If we label others, then for sure we label ourselves. We trap ourselves into believing we are less than. Or not enough. Or we don’t give ourselves the time and forgiveness to work through our “stuff.” Maybe, if we stopped accusing others of narcissism, we could forgive ourselves for those moments when we were narrow-minded, inconsiderate, or afraid.
 
When it comes to labels, nobody wins.
 
So, my dear people, I suggest we peer a little deeper into ourselves to investigate a need to separate ourselves from others by tacking them with a label filled with disdain or scorn.
 
It is my wish that you view this video and take it to heart.
 
Much love,
Terri
 
 

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