“Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it.” ~Albus Dumbledore
Consider a moment the human tongue it’s charm and power go unsung it can hold a secret or reveal words that hurt or words that heal let me say this quite precisely use your words, but use them wisely
I have received my share of cruel words in my life and uttered them myself on more than one occasion. The bad thing about words, especially cruel, wounding words, is that once said they can’t be taken back. You can’t unhear them and sometimes that changes everything. I have been mindful of my words for many years now and I can say it has made my life brighter and happier. I wish the same for all humanity.
Gratitude is peace Gratitude is freedom Gratitude is healthy Gratitude is both giving and receiving Gratitude is the attractor of awesomeness Gratitude is a great way to start the day Gratitude is the ultimate path to happiness
So recently I was considering one of those “waste conundrums” that my mind often wanders to when I’m besieged by ads for, of all things, trash bags. When did trash bags become a major commodity? Does it seem a bit weird to be spending money to wrap trash, I mean, seriously, it’s … trash. Wow, OK then, moving right along. I’ve been dusting off some of my old habits and tricks learned from my Earth Child years. One of those habits was nobody PURCHASED trash bags. My Grandma Cope would roll over in her grave at the very thought. *shudder* Now granted back in the 1970’s my tiny subsistence lot had a burn barrel. Food scraps (what didn’t go into soup) went to the compost bin. Burnable stuff went directly into the burn barrel and bones etc. went into either a repurposed cereal box, old flour bag of other burnable container then to the burn barrel. Fast forward 50 or so years and I’m living in a suburban townhome with garbage pick up included in my HOA fees. That’s great but I’m still NOT spending my hard earned retirement income on trash bags, naha, nope, not gonna happen. I’m using reusable bags for shopping and just dumping garbage direct into the kitchen bin. I have a little 4 gallon bin under the kitchen sink and really tiny 1 gallon bins in the bathrooms all of which I just empty into the roll out bin. I keep used plastic shopping bags, bread bags and the like for really smelly stuff (bones, fish, etc.) Yeah, I have to hose the small bin (and roll out) out every now and then but I dump the water on the grass or garden and count it as part of my watering 🙂
NaNa over at Na Na Pinches Her Pennies has a great take on it here
I buy most of my fruit frozen, except for apples and bananas which are still at an acceptable price for my budget. I have a friend who utilizes the SNAP program (food stamps). As a single older woman she doesn’t get much but she’s also eligible for food bank distributions which helps a good deal. To further complicate matters, she’s diabetic. She often winds up with canned fruit (usually in juice) as does anyone who has an extended pantry, aka prepper pantry. Draining and rinsing will remove most of the excess sugar and there’s so much you can do with them.
This is one of my favorite uses for canned peaches. I’ve always saved the juice for baking and such, heck I’ve even cooked oatmeal in it (yummmm). For the original recipe, I used reconstituted dry milk but these days I use unsweetened almond milk with a tiny dollop of yogurt for creaminess.
Peach Coolers – serves 2
Ingredients 2 cups milk 1 cup canned peaches drained (DO NOT THROW OUT THE JUICE) ½ tsp lemon juice 1 dash nutmeg (optional but tasty) Directions Put the ingredient in a blender, blend well sprinkle with nutmeg if you like serve cold – I like to freeze the drained peaches for an hour before making
Tips for the leftover juice – pour it into a pitcher of iced tea for sweetener – use as part of the liquid in any baking recipe adds nutrition and flavor – whirl in blender with any leftover peaches and freeze into peach pops
My hands are filled with so much love Grandma hands me a kitchen spoon to help her weed the garden my Mother’s slender fingers holding a paintbrush, still contemplating the next stroke my Daddy’s holding a newborn kitten and an eyedropper of milk tiny hands that tugged at a stray lock of my hair staring into my eyes with startling intensity even then little hands that held a tiny bluegill or a handful of desiccated worms up for me to admire big strong hands that hold me when the storms come, even now oh yes my hands are filled with so much love
A heart broken by an uncaring society. She went to the forest to escape the noise of humanity and embrace the sweet silence of nature. Even here the sounds of man intruded, a siren here, a loud engine there, nowhere was there a silent space for her to rest her weary mind and soul. She slumped to the damp ground and took a breathe of the forest, the smells of wet leaves, of green growth. She began to shut out the human sounds and hear the whispers of the forest around her. Gently they soothed her with bird song and the soft caress of breeze, the sweet smell of the trees and flowers. The seeds of contentment were sown in her heart and began their healing until once again she felt her blooming heart pulsing with the rhythm of nature.