Archive for November, 2012


The Tartuffe

People collect all kinds of things, teapots, stamps, coins, chess sets, etc. I collect words. I have lists of them in files on my computer, in notebooks, and in my email account. Something will remind me of one and I’ll have to go back and look it up.

Recently I had cause to remember tartuffery. I am sure not very many of you have ever heard of it, but I bet a lot of you have run into it on several occasions. A Tartuffe is  Continue reading

As I prepared for this family holiday, I thought of other Thanksgivings.

I remembered my Mother bustling around in the kitchen, while I waited impatiently for the first forkful of turkey and stuffing doused in tasty gravy, with a dollop of cranberries on top. I’d help her put the steaming bowls of food on the table. We’d all sit down in our respective places, bow our heads and my Dad would give thanks for the food and the blessing of partaking of it. There would be a round of ‘Amen’ and Mom would give us the go ahead to start. That meant reaching for the nearest bowl, helping ourselves to a portion, and then passing it to the person on the right.

Then, I had my own house, and each year our Thanksgiving meal became a little more chaotic and a little less structured. The children wondered in and out, helping themselves to whatever took their fancy. The organization became more challenging as the number at table increased. And I had to be more resourceful as the budget decreased.

More recently, I’ve noticed the dishes becoming less traditional and more creative. There was still turkey with stuffing, but the stuffing has in raisins, apples, and celery, along with the chopped onions and giblets. The cranberries turned into a mold with raspberries and sour cream. I grew tired of the traditional green bean casserole and replaced it with broccoli or a vegie stir-fry. And instead of the pumpkin pie covered in whipping cream, I served peach kuchen or berries over meringue.

In the last mad scramble I’d usually end up spilling something all over the floor, drawing blood when one of my fingers got in the way of a sharp knife, or completely forgetting one of the menu items, only remembering it when clearing off the desert dishes.

This year was no exception. Both my pointing fingers are now swathed like mummies. I almost forgot the jello mold in the fridge. And the oven caught fire! Our roasted vegetables had to finish under the broiler.  The oven now has an inch-thick layer of crusty blackness to be cleaned off the bottom. Oh yes, and the turkey fell apart when I was taking it out of the roasting pan. It just broke right in half. I’d never had that happen before. There was no way it could be presented on the lovely white platter, so it was carved up in the kitchen. We still used the platter, but somehow it just didn’t look the same.

And our thanks came from around the table, instead of just at the head, as we each took a turn voicing what was on our heart.

If you celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope this year added to each of your collections of fond memories. And if there are any you’d like to share, please do so by clicking on the ‘leave a comment’ at the top of this post.

Happiness, That Elusive Butterfly

What does it take for someone to recognize their own gift and accept it? How does a person overcome their feeling of ineptitude and pursue their talent?

For Laverne, in Three Sisters Exclusive, it was when she saw herself becoming a ‘robot’ and conforming to the demands of those around her. Not being happy and free to pursue her talent and passion, but only doing what pleased others.

Kelly, on the other hand, believed she was happy and content, only to have everything she was familiar with stripped away. She found what she believed to be true, was false, and what she was content with before, no longer provided any measure of happiness or security. How did she go from believing she had no gift or talent, to nurturing them and living the life she was meant to live?

The youngest of the three sisters, Vivian, grew up rebellious and independent. She was determined to be her own boss and forge her own path in life. And when the time came for her to make the decision of whether to follow her duty, or her desire, she made the choice that was right for her, which is only what each one of us can do.

Three Sisters Exclusive is their story. It is the story of people who believe they have no choice; people in seemingly hopeless situations; people who defeat the odds and rise above the turmoil and chaos, to find happiness and satisfaction.

Are you happy?

Care to share your thoughts?  Click on ‘comment’ below and jot them down. I’d love to hear from you.

Scattered by the remains

I’m back. I’ve granted myself the permission.

The universe will continue its course whether my intentions become manifest or not. But my little personal universe was shifted again, and my carefully laid out plans and expectations were thrown into arrears again. I am left to make sense of the scattered shreds.

I become a gatherer searching for my sustenance. Finding a new plant with a strange looking leaf, and taking it home with me not knowing what it is good for, but determined to find a use for it.

I guess that sounds rather drastic, but I’m trying to explain why my blog has been silent for so long. The expected 4 years in Australia were suddenly cut in half. So I am writing this at a friend’s table in San Antonio, my new local community, arriving here a few days ago.

Is this where I will be putting down roots and calling home for the rest of my life? I cannot be that bold. I thought I would grow old in Barbados and that certainly wasn’t to be. Then I thought it would be in Kerrville, Texas, but I wasn’t able to make that happen either.  I knew I wouldn’t be in Dallas or Alice Springs permanently, so I didn’t ‘settle’ in either place. But now, I am ready to put down a tap root and anchor myself somewhere. Time will show if San Antonio will be the place for that. But I’ve landed here with my awareness and my mind wide open.

Thank you for your patience and your belief in me.

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