Monday, September 13, 2010

The Power of the Kitchen

After what may very well be months, I cooked myself dinner tonight. There was nothing fancy about it: squash and mushrooms sauteed in butter, chicken cooked with salt and pepper to taste, and steamed cauliflower mashed with happy cow cheese. Minus the butter, the meal would even qualify as a healthy one. What amazed me was the overpowering sense of calm and joy that ran through me as I took these raw ingredients and turned them into a tasty meal.

My world has been upside down and inside out the past month as I began a new job that feels as though no progress is being made, yet I am there chipping away at what I can day after day. With so many things piled up against me, this respite of food, seasonings, and creation fed my soul in the most uplifting way. I have countless memories of my mother cooking in the small kitchen in the small house I grew up in. There wasn't room for more than one person in the kitchen to cook and she would turn out meals that tasted wonderful and were made with love. It proves that I am a foodie that I connect things like Yum-Yum cookies, Bubblering, hamburger gravy, oatmeal, and cakes with the love my mother had not only for me but for all that were important in her life. This exercise in love/cooking tonight has renewed my spark of love for cooking. I may not have a family to cook for but I do have dear friends who are apart of my life everyday that I can spend time in the kitchen for. If my food makes them say yum or smile or relief the burden of cooking for themselves then I will have continued the legacy of love my mother began.

So while the world spins out of the control of mere mortals, love and food can create connections between seemingly separate existences. And so it it has been blogged, so it shall be done.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Gay jokes used as comic relief by a presenter at yearbook camp with over one hundred teenagers present is not appropriate--just an observation

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Monday, July 5, 2010

Religious Musings

I wish I could put my finger on what plagues me about my life...It isn't that my life is horrible but it lacks the center to make it whole. What goes in that center I am unsure of. OH! I saw a preview today for a new Julia Roberts movie where she goes on a year-long quest, through three countries to find inner strength/peace/purpose. That defines me right now--that quest. I don't know where to look, but I need to find a journey back to my soul. I remember before the age of 21 feeling more centered and empowered. yes, things bugged me and I had doubts about parts of my life, but I didn't doubt my innate worth as a human or my contribution to the work or my right to even live. I had goals and dreams whereas now I have obligations and lack of vision. Should I look into Buddihism, paganism, and other philosophies? Christianity seems to only teach a path to christ--anything other than that is wrong. How can I follow Christ or be more like him if I don't even know me? I think it psychologically damaging to demand teenagers (and this describes my experience in youth group) to forgo their own identity for a pseudo-man-made project of who and what Christ is and how we then should act. They certainly never teach the youth when the the right time is to turn over the temple tables, or to challenge leadership. In my experience you are pated on the head, asked to conform, and dismissed for asking too many questions or challenging the status quo. Is this why youth and singles are pushed aside in churches: they have the passion and or the time to make waves? Therefore psychological warfare is inflicted--youth are told to be quiet and respectful when on of the major pillars of the faith, DAvid, defeated Goliath at a young age and Christ himself boldly challenged religious authorities as a young teen. Singles are told they are not complete, and spares in the paired off world. Some ministers tell their flock that if one is not married they are not fulfilling God's plan. Yet, Paul the apostle was a single man who changed the face of the earth with his passion for Christ. While I am feeling a lack of purpose and direction in my life, I think I am uncovering some reasons why. In some ways I have never been in touch with who I truly am as a person. I was constantly striving to be this "other" me that was acceptable in the eyes of God and church and all that. I remember being slightly envious when others would come to youth group who had explored the world and had a chance to do the "bad" stuff. And I know I lost my faith in myself while attending college and being subconsciously told that you had to look a certain way, worship a certain way, dress a certain way in order to be accepted. In the past few years the world has suddenly been redesigned and I am still figuring out how I want MY life to be. Not anyone elses and I think that giving myself the power to forge life in my own vision will be a huge step away from what was indoctrinated into me for so many years. My understanding of who Go is transcends any dogma I was taught as a youth, young adult, or adult in church. God made me to be myself but the message I received over and over again is that I couldn't be myself, I had to be something better. Heck, if God made it, how can it be bad?

Tuesday, June 22, 2010


A long time ago, a friend of mine showed me one of those "inspirational stories" that impart "Godly wisdom" to impatient and struggling youth. The story was about a music student who learned that rests, the part of the musical piece where no music is played by your part, are just a vital to a composition as the notes played. Of course the analogy was that your life is the composition and the notes are things you do and the rests are those things that you are longing for but not yet realized: job, love, etc etc.

At 19 or 20 the story makes so much sense and keep one hopeful for the future. At 32, it leads one to wonder if their composition is just one note wonder.

That's thought with Woodyman for today.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Cell Phone101

While visiting my the men's room after a movie, the entire room was filled with the voice of one man talking on the phone: one hand holding the phone to his ear, the other holding his member in order to direct the flow. In normal situations the men's room is quiet--there is no chatter as guys go about their business. Even if you know the guy next to you, no conversation is had until washing your hands.

This isn't the first breach of bathroom cell use. It concerns me to the max when in the bathroom and one can hear a conversation being had while someone is in the stall. How does the person on the other end not know? Don't they hear the echo? Does the stall-offender cough when pushing out his deposit to hide the fact? There is another glaring possibility: the person on the other end of the line knows and doesn't care! Please, please, please, if you ever get the urge to call me from the toilet I would find it a great measure of respect for you finish your business, wash your hands, and then call me. Ewwwww.

I feel like this should be a storyline on Seinfield, though the mass use of the cellphone came after the show signed out. I could see George telling Jerry about this very event and emphatically slapping is right hand into his left palm and screaming: "There's a code Jerry! A code!"

So yes, on behalf of those raised with manners in regard to bathroom activities, please hold all your cell calls until "number one" or "number two" has been completed and you have exited the room.