So many delicious coffees. And, so little time. 
For some reason though the variations are endless, each one has its season in my life.
Right now I am definitely in a Macchiato mode.
My cup, seasoned with cinnamon and nutmeg {along with a little organic sugar}
 3 shots of espresso, and some frothy milk does the trick.
A strong coffee flavor, softened with milk, a gentle hint of sweetness and spice, 
perfect for one of those, "I need a hug" kind of mornings.

What's in your cups today, friends?


sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia....

The what?  Better known as "brain freeze". You know what I'm talking about now don't you? Yea. That's right. Ice cream. It doesn't even matter if it's 50 below zero out there, it never stops me from wanting ice cream - and this feeling hits worse on Sunday nights, then on any other night of the week. I have no idea why - but it does. 

Not a single Sunday ever goes by that I don't eat my delicious ice cream. It could stem from the fact that as a little girl, my dad would take me out to get ice cream every Sunday. Pretty bad habit to start isn't it? And one, which, I have never everbeen able to break. Oh well. There are worse things right?


The fortune cookie...

When I was in Des Moines a couple weekends ago I stopped at one of my favorite restaurants for lunch before heading home--P.F. Changs.  At the end of the meal you are always given fortune cookies with your ticket.  I just simply love fortune cookies.  Well, I love the little messages inside.  I always open it very carefully {it's almost magical} and peer in to find that small, hidden piece of paper with that special message. That message that is only meant for me. Rarely, have I been disappointed. It always seems that it speaks directly to or about something I'm currently experiencing, which makes the euphoria of that moment so delightful...more than delightful.  That Sunday in Des Moines my message-from-the-Universe-wrapped-in-sweet-crisp-cookie-goodness was one of total absolute perfect. It was so perfect and wonderful, and I was so thrilled that I immediately shoved my tiny strip of paper in my wallet for safe keeping.

The message:   

"Don't be afraid to take that big step"

I was breathless. My message was once again perfect. True that.


Is it ever too late to change one's life and path really? I hope not. I really do. I've been thinking;
All of my life I have been certain of one thing, and that is what I do not want to be- someone who lives with bitterness and regret, surrounded by negativity and depleted of faith; I have never wanted to succumb to despair or be without hope; I have never wanted to give up on love - just for the sake of having things, or to give up my dreams for security. I fear the end of learning and growing more than anything else; I fear becoming stagnet and losing the ability to find beauty in it's simplest forms.  I fear dying and cursing the life I have lived, kicking and screaming wildly for that which is lost. 
Is it lost?  Ah, that is the $64,000 question is it not? And, what, I wonder is the answer?


I love pasta. Who doesn't? I altered this recipe from one I clipped out of a Southern Living magazine many, 
many moons ago.  It turns out just a little different each time I make it, depending on the veggies 
I put in and which kind of cheese I end up using.  But, it’s always good.

Gather your choice of veggies, cut up into bite size pieces.  I used broccoli, asparagus, zucchini,
 green onions and grape tomatoes.  Snow pea pods are also good, as are mushrooms .

1/4 cup butter
2 garlic cloves, minced
1 1/2 cups half and half
1 1/2 cups cheese 
{Parmesan or an Italian blend}
fresh basil, chopped
salt and pepper
1 lb. linguini

  Start the water for the pasta and cook it to package directions.  The broccoli, asparagus and zucchini
 can be added to the boiling pasta water during the last few minutes of cooking time if there’s room in the pot, 
or you can steam them separately until they’re tender crisp.
Melt the butter in a sauce pan.  Saute the garlic in the butter.  Stir in the half and half.  
Whisk in the cheese and let it melt into the sauce over medium heat.  
Try to keep it from boiling.  Season the sauce with salt and pepper.
Drain the pasta and veggies and put them back into the large cooking pot.  
Add the sauce, green onions, tomatoes and basil.  Toss it all to combine.  
Serves about 6 people.



Acceptance, I think is little more than just being a good, honest friend....to yourself. After all, when our friends have problems, we do our best to help them work things through. And we don't demand their issues be in perfect order before we agree to be supportive towards them, while at the same time, helping them towards their desire to change for the better. Once we get to a quiet and more compassionate place, it's amazing what we can actually discover. Better yet, is our ability to put a more non judging process in place which can help us process all of our daily life experiences.

I would break it down like this:

Be accepting of who you are. And approve of yourself - even your emotions and your reactions-everything. After all, we can't really accept anyone -or- anything until we accept ourselves, so start with yourself, then, expand on your circle of acceptance to include others as  you see fit. When exploring your reactions and feelings to things, pretend that you are simply talking to and listening to yourself in a kind, compassionate and gentle tone.

Accept uncertainty. It's natural to have doubts. Notice them, but continue to say yes until the resistance simply goes away.


:: I know where I'm going ::

Finally, it's taken me all this time - a long time at that to find the silver lining on this cloud: 
that sweet feeling of freedom that can only come from coming completely unhinged. 
And all this time I had been wondering if all of this searching and unearthing of the past was 
just me digging myself a hole that seemed to just get deeper and deeper all the time. 

But then, a soft light began to filter through and it grew and grew until it became a beacon of light helping me to see the direction I want to begin to head in...and I'm right where I started. But now, I'm turned inside out, and upside down, but it appears that it's all right, because somehow, I know now where I'm going....