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July 2003 Archive
July 28, 2003 3:05:18 PM
On Creativity
“Why would you want to make soap?” asked one of our
interns when I mentioned that I was going to be making soap this weekend. “Why
don’t you just buy it at the store?” As I thought of a good answer to her
question it caused me to reflect on why I do anything creative. Why don’t I
just buy sweaters at the store instead of taking the time to choose the yarn
and buy or design the pattern and knit a sweater? It’s not like knitting a
sweater is really any cheaper than buying one. Why don’t I just buy blankets
for my bed at the store instead of spending hours dreaming up a quilt design,
sketching it on paper, choosing the color scheme and buying the fabric and then
sewing the squares, building the quilt top and then quilting the quilt? I’m
definitely not saving any money there. The answer is simple. I have a passion
for being creative. Nothing gives me more pleasure than when I am working with
my hands creating something new from common objects. Two sticks and some string
in my hands becomes a hat or some socks. Otherwise discarded scraps of cloth
and batting is transformed into a beloved quilt. Various oils, fragrance and
lye from my cabinet are transformed like magic into sweet, creamy bars of soap.
How wonderful it is to bathe my girls with soap that I had made myself. I
couldn’t help smiling as the rich lather bubbled around them in the tub. “Smell
me daddy!” said Leila as she held up her arm for Daryll to sniff. I smell good
and clean. “Mommy washed me with the soap she made.” I beamed with pride.
That’s why I make soap. That’s why I always cook with fresh ingredients from
scratch and knit and make quilts. It’s my way of showering the people I love
with home made love.
Morning Devotions
In my morning journey through the Psalms I found
this passage which is inspiring me today,
But I am like an olive tree
flourishing in the house of God;
I trust in God's unfailing love
for ever and ever.
9 I will praise you forever for what you have done;
in your name I will hope, for your name is good.
I will praise you in the presence of your saints.
I feel that I am flourishing even while God is teaching me
patience and perseverance. “Bloom where you are planted.” Is an expression that
one of my teachers used to use to encourage us to find the good in any and
every situation. Right now motherhood and being a good wife are my tasks. This
is what God has given me to do. If I do well in my assignment, he will be well
pleased with me. I know that it is not really practical to think that I shall
ever have the chance to take a year off to write a book, so I must make the
most of every opportunity and write in the midst of the rest of the activities
in my life.
Balancing Mothering and Creativity
Even while motherhood consumes so much of my time and energy
and attention, my creative side is a large part of who I am. Using these gifts
that God has blessed me with is how I glorify God with my life. I have been
blessed to find a community of women who are doing just that. These women are a
bit more radical and leftward-leaning than I, but they have passionate,
powerful voices and they are letting those voices be heard by producing zines.
Zines are small press publications created by the author and produced in small
press runs, usually at the Kinko’s down the block and sold for $1-3 per issue.
Some have a regular production schedule and others are released whenever the
mama/authors can find the time/inspiration/cash to do so. When I discovered
zines earlier this year I was inspired to come up with one of my own. I put out
a request for submissions, and I got an invitation to join an online group
called mamaphonic.com. This is a wonderful forum of women artists for whom
motherhood is a passion. They got together and produced a compilation of essays
on the topic of birth called, Mamaphiles. I
received my copy on Friday and I have been reading it all weekend. I feel
totally inspired by their wonderful, poignant, intimate, and brutally honest
words about their lives and how motherhood has changed and inspired them.
July 27, 2003 10:18:05 AM
Daryll finally got his set of golf clubs. Janice was at Sam's and saw them on sale again, so she picked them up for him. Yesterday we went to a sporting goods store and he bought balls and a glove and a practice putting green. It has a little electric return to shoot the ball back to you when you sink it in the cup. Then we had to go and get a golf set for Leila. She got a set of plastic clubs and balls so that she could play golf with daddy. When it cooled off a bit, Daryll planned to go out to the driving range, but he was feeling shy because he'd never been before. He finally went and he ended up running into one of his cousins there. He gave Daryll some advice and taught him a few things. They had a great time and he came home beaming. My baby is a golfer now.
July 25, 2003 12:15:23 PM
OK, I have to share a Jordan update. My girl is eight months now and trying to take over the house. She is standing up and taking one or two steps, she claps her hands and waves bye-bye. Leila taught her to give hugs and while she's hugging she'll give a little pat on the back like I do to her when I'm holding her. I think I'm going to try teaching her some sign language. We met a family at the park who taught their baby sign language and I've been dying to try it. Her hair is also coming in nicely now--no more bald baby! Here she is:
July 24, 2003 1:32:07
This morning as I was getting myself and my girls ready for the day, Joyce Meyer was on TV in the background. I just love her tell-it-like-it-is style of teaching. She was talking about not holding on to things adn not letting the sun go down on your anger. This is something that I am dealing with in my heart because I tend to hoard my emotions rather than express them. I can hold a grudge so long you would not believe it. One phrase that stuck with me was about harboring bitterness. She said it's like taking poison and hoping that it makes the other person sick. I am praying for the strength to just express what needs to be expressed in the moment so that I can let it go and get on with my life.
Because I work for the D.C. Council here in the District Government building, we were all keen to get the details of the shooting in New York City yesterday of a city council member. It was shocking and upsetting to me to learn that Mr. Davis had survived years of being a NYC police officer, and ran for city council so that he could continue to fight crime, was gunned down in violence. I pray for comfort for his family during this horrible time.
We all noticed stepped-up security when we came in to work this morning. The guards, who sometimes just wave us in, went through our bags and ran the metal detector wands up and down. I'm glad that they are doing this. It makes me feel safe to know that they are out there protecting this building.
July 21, 2003 4:03:54
It's been a chaotic week in our family. The funeral on Saturday was lovely, which seems like an odd thing to say about a funeral, but when the departed is a Christian, their death only means that they have laid their physical body down and that their spirit has gone on to be with the Lord. The church was packed to standing room only with friends and loved ones who had come to say a final goodbye. Funerals always make me feel sentimental. I love my family so much, and I am just so thankful to God for their continued health and safety and presence in my life. At the gravesite, three doves were released to signify the spirit's flight toward heaven. It was a sweet, comforting touch that served to take the edge off a very sad and depressing scene.
During the ride home from the gravesite, Leila, my five-year-old said, "What's going to happen to Mr. L now?" I had to explain to her as best I could about how every person who is living right now will die one day. She started to cry and I tried to make her understand what we believe about how we are both flesh and spirit. When the body dies, our spirit returns to be with God in heaven. She had many questions and I tried my best to answer them. I told her that death is just a natural part of life and nothing to be afraid of. I'm sure we'll have that conversation again as she grows a little older, but my answers seemed to satisfy her for now.
Yesterday was the 13th anniversary of the death of Daryll's twin brother. After all that he's been through this week, I have been praying for him that God would strengthen him and give him comfort. I went to church service alone last night and he stayed home with the girls. I had a wonderful time of undistracted worship, which was soothing to my spirit.
In my Bible reading this morning, I read this passage in Psalms 39:4-6:
"Show me, O LORD , my life's end
and the number of my days;
let me know how fleeting is my life.
You have made my days a mere handbreadth;
the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Each man's life is but a breath.
Selah
Man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro:
He bustles about, but only in vain;
he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will get it.
Life is so fleeting and can be gone in a breath. I look at my children and my husband and I just want to squeeze them and protect them from anything that could harm them. But I am confident in the knowledge that God is with us and blessing us and that we are safely hidden beneath the shadow of his wings. I know that this does not mean that we won't have heartbreak and sorrow in our lives, but this earth is not my real home. I am looking forward to seeing Jesus in heaven one day, and whatever happens to me here on this earth if it doesn't kill me will make me stronger.
Found this little bit 'o inspiration from mistory:
"God has put in you something the whole world needs and is waiting for. PUSH!"
July 17, 2003 12:35:01 PM
On my daily trip to work on the Metro I have been reading my Bible. It's always a struggle for me to keep up with my devotional time, so this has been a great way for me to have undisturbed time in the word each day. Lately I have been feeling the positive effects in my life. God's word has been like a healing balm to my spirit. Each morning those words wash over me and smooth out anything that could be seeking to inhibit my joy and my praise.
I've been reading the Psalms this week. I love Psalms because they are filled with songs of praise and songs of anguish and despair. They are the words of believers pouring out their hearts before a loving God, who they are confident hears them and responds to their pleas. The Psalmists speak to God from their hearts and they plead with God to bless them, have mercy upon them and to save them from their enemies. I pray for all of these things daily for myself and for my family. As I read these words that were written thousands of years ago, I feel a bond between myself and the one who declared,
"The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge.
He is my shield and the horn [1] of my salvation, my stronghold.
3 I call to the LORD , who is worthy of praise,
and I am saved from my enemies.
I am comforted in the knowledge that my fervent prayers as they wend their way toward heaven are caught up and intermingled with those of my ancestors and my heroes in the faith. Reading the word each morning prepares my heart and mid for the challenges of the day. When I start out filled with the word I feel better equipped to handle whatever the world sends my way.
One of my local Christian radio stations, WAVA, is partnering with the Bible League to raise funds to purchase and distribute Bibles in countries where they are difficult if not impossible to get. I can't imagine my life without my Bible, so I have great empathy for those people who do not have access to their own personal Bible. I am sowing into this ministry because I support and believe in what they are doing to meet the needs of my brothers and sisters in Christ all over the world. Their mission is to fulfill the great commission in Matthew 28, which says "Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you." -Matthew 28:19-20a
July 16, 2003 12:36:47 PM
For the past few days Daryll's friends have been arriving in town for L's funeral. Daryll was out last night talking with his friends about the old days and he came home all weepy. I think that the reality of L's death is beginning to hit him hard. The guys have also been talking about the death Of Daryll's twin a few years aga, which was the last time they all gathered for a funeral. I feel so helpless to do anything to help him work through his grief. All I can do is pray for him and pray for L's family, who are all distraught right now.
Daryll took the girls over to see L's mom. Jordan has been able to cheer her up a bit, which has been a good thing. The service will be held on Saturday morning. Daryll's mom and his sisters and I will be cooking some food to bring over for the family. Why is it that death brings the living a little bit closer together?
I have been contemplating doing a total media fast. Lately I have become aware of the distractions and outside influences that I am exposed to each day. I have been a computer/ techno junkie from way back, and I'd like to get a taste of what my life would be like without the influence of TV, radio, Internet (gasp!) email, etc. Similar to a food fast, a media fast starves the flesh and causes one to focus inward and towards God. I'm still meditating on it, and I may take a week in August and try it. I will keep a journal (on paper) about how I get by for a whole week with no media.
July 14, 2003 12:16:03 PM
We had a sad ending to our weekend. One of Daryll's childhood friends died suddenly yesterday. Daryll had just returned home from Reserves when his friend's mother called and asked him to come and take a look at him because she could not rouse him from his nap. Daryll went over to find that he had died in his sleep. This young man has five sisters, who were absolutely distraught. His friend's mom, who has been like a second mom to Daryll, asked him to stay by her side while she dealt with the police officers and the Medical Examiner and the removal of the body. Daryll helped the ME to get the body out of the basement and on to the van. He came home emotionally drained. They will do an autopsy to determine the cause of death. The whole family is in my prayers, and I am thankful that my husband was able to be there and comfort the family and make some difficult phone calls to notify close family and friends about the passing of their loved one.
Because Daryll was away at Reserves this weekend, I had to bring the girls with me to my
Well, it's back to day one for me on Club 100. I was unable to get my writing done yesterday, due to all of the chaos in the afternoon. This just shows me that I need to get my writing done first thing in the morning before all of my other duties distract me. I had made it 12 days of writing at least 100 words a day. Let's see if I can make it to 100 days this time.
July 11, 2003 9:42:58 PM
I can't believe that I haven't blogged all week. It's been pretty busy here at work, and in those down moments between tasks and phone calls I've been writing like a crazy person. This week I've written 2,274 new words. I joined a writing support group called Club 100 writers last week where members committ to writing at least 100 words per day for 100 days. I'm on day 9 so far. This has been a great boost to my productivity, and I feel such a sense of accomplishment.
Jordan is on the move. She is now trying to walk, and it's hilarious to watch her. She stands up and then, rather than try to take a step, she sort of lurches her body forward. After she lands on the floor she just dissolves in infectious giggles, rolls over and tries it again. I keep telling her that eight months old is too young to be trying to walk. She already gets into enough trouble on all fours. If she starts walking soon, we'll never have a moment's peace from chasing her little body around.
These questions come from Candi's blog, Circle
of Words.
Cooking Companions
"No one who cooks cooks alone. Even at at her most solitary, a cook in
the kitchen is surrounded by generations of cooks past, the advice and menus
of cooks present, the wisdom of cookbook writers."
-Laurie Colwin
1. Who taught you how to cook? Where do you get recipes and ideas for meals?
What is the one thing that you cook the best? Do you have an item that you always
seem to make for pot lucks and/or parties?
Although my mom was not a great cook, and she'll admit that herself, I learned
to cook from watching her work in the kitchen. For the latter part of my growing
up years, my mom was a single mother raising four kids alone, so she became
very resourceful when it came to making her grocery money stretch while still
providing healthy meals for her children. My mother loved whole, foods in their
natural state. She never bought pre-packaged foods or frozen foods, but made
everything from scratch. One year she even bought a flour mill that mounted
on the counter. We would pour the kernels of wheat into the the hopper and then
grind the wheat fresh. Rather than buy those small bags of chips to put in our
lunches, she'd get up before we woke up and make granola and put it into little
sandwich baggies. When we were kids we HATED her granola, but our friends loved
it. They happily traded their little bags of corn chips for our fresh, home-made
granola. She taught me how to bake bread and make cookies and pie crust. At
first, my bread making skills were sorely lacking. My sisters and brother used
to laugh and say that we should save up the loaves that I baked and build a
house with them. Over time my cooking skills improved and my older sister and
I actually did a little catering for a local health food restaurant. I remember
one day when we brought in our basket of fresh cookies and breads and pies a
few of the regular customers were waiting for us to arrive and they were thrilled
to see us.
My grandmother is from the south and she is a great cook, but she doesn't share
her recipes. I often try to hang out in the kitchen while she cooks, but she
always shoos me away. Grandma makes these fishcakes that are absolutely amazing.
She will never tell what she puts in them, and my sister and I have tried to
duplicate her recipe, but they never quite come out right.
My dad is a very innovative and creative cook. He likes to try new recipes and
give them his own unique twist. Sometimes what he comes up with is questionable,
but his concoctions are usually pretty good. From him I have inherited my spirit
of adventure in the kitchen and the boldness to try new and maybe unexpected
combinations.
I cook very simple meals these days now that we are on a low-carb lifestyle.
I get ideas from my cookbooks and more recently from the food network on TV.
The thing that I cook the best is my Italian herb bread, and my special spice
cake. Whenever we have a family gathering or an event at church, I'm always
bringing the bread or baking a cake. I also make a mean macoroni and cheese,
although I don't eat it anymore I still make it for my girls.
For me, cooking is a labor of love. I love to cook for my family and friends.
When people eat what I've cooked and really enjoy it, that makes me very happy.
The Good Life
"The one fact that I would cry from every housetop is this: the Good Life
is waiting for us- here and now."
-B F Skinner
2. Helen and Scott Nearing went in search of the good life: "simplicity,
freedom from anxiety, an opportunity to be useful and live harmoniously"
and they did just that. Helen later wrote a memoir called Loving and Leaving
the Good Life. In this book she made some suggestions for living life less stressfully.
Comment on each suggestion (or as many as you would like). How well do you
follow each one of them? Which ones do you need to work on? Comment however
you would like :)
- Do the best you can, whatever arises.
This is a principle that my parents tried to instill in my siblings and me. "Always do your best," was a constant mantra around our home growing up.
- Be at peace with yourself.
The older I get, the more important being at peace is to me. I do my best not to second-guess decisions and I refuse to give in to worry. My relationship with God affords me the luxury of yielding my troubles and trials to Him, who bears all of my burdens and who is always with me no matter what I may be going through.
- Find a job you enjoy.
Life is too short to have a job you don't enjoy. If you work a typical 40 hour job, the only thing you do as much as work is sleep, so you'd better find some kind of work that fulfills you in some way--something that's not complete drudgery--or you'll be miserable.
- Contact nature every day; feel the earth under your feet.
I crave contact with nature because it is God's handiwork. Where I live now we don't have space for a vegetable garden, and I really miss gardening. There is something spiritual about tending a garden for me. We do have some flowers and grass, and a pesky cactus plant that was damaged in a storm but is now putting out several new shoots.
I would love to just get away and go camping and hike in the woods and sleep under the stars if I did not think I'd get devoured by mosquitoes.
- Take physical exercise through hard work; through gardening or walking.
This one I've been slacking on lately. Before I had my baby I used to run by the side of the river four or five mornings a week. Now I'm feeling flabby and sluggish. What's weird is that my body misses running because I run in my dreams.
- Don't worry; live one day at a time.
Grandma used to always say, "Don't borrow trouble."
- Share something every day with someone else.
One of the blessings of family is the opportunity to share with one another on a daily basis. My children share their infectious energy and ideas and laughter, and I try to share with them the lessons that I have learned in my life that will help them to avoid some of the pitfalls that I have fallen prey to.
- Be kind to all creatures.
Even to mosquitos??? :-)
One thing that I would add to this list if one is striving to live harmoniously and more stress free is the principle of living within your means. I am a very simple person and "things" begin to become a distraction for me. Buying un-necessary things can eventually lead to debt, which adds stress. I say Keep it simple and don't buy crap you don't really need.
July 7, 2003 10:02:07 PM
We had a nice, relaxing 4th of July holiday break. On the 4th, Daryll's family came to our house and we had steamed crabs, fried catfish and shrimp, green salad, pasta salad, baked beans, fruit salad and my confetti cake for dessert. We all sat in our basement where it was cool and ate crabs and watched movies. Around nine, everyone went outside when the fireworks started. There were kids and adults out there setting off fireworks, so our little neighborhood sounded like a war zone. They all had fun out there. I stayed in with Jordan and watched the fireworks on TV.
On Saturday night Daryll and I went out on a rare date. We had dinner with some friends of mine who were in town visiting from Boston. We ate at the Lebanese Taverna, a new little restaurant on Pentagon Row. The food was cooked in this large, stone oven and everything was wonderful. I ate carbs for the first time in three months, and boy did my tummy notice the difference. The Lebanese diet does not appear to be that rich in green vegetables.That warm, just out of the oven bread was absolutely delicious, and that little taste will do me for a good long while.
We went to evening services again this week,and Rev. Whatley gave an excellent sermon. He preached from Ephesians 5:21, and the theme was, "There is a thin line between love and hate." He spoke about that tenuous dividing line between the things that thrill and the things that kill, between blessing and cursing, and right and wrong. He spoke about the marriage relationship and relationships between men and women and how we often wish that we could just find a version of ourselves in the opposite sex so that things would go smoothly in a relationship. He said that everybody goes into a relationship expecting smooth sailing and champagne and roses and endless happiness. Comprimise, he said, is the only thing that makes a relationship between two people work. What I could catch of the sermon was great. People were on their feet and fully engaged in the sermon. He ended with an illustration about the goodness and mercy of our God. He told a little story about a couple who lived in Mexico. Their young son died and they went to the local priest and asked if their son could be buried in the church's graveyard. "Was your son baptized in the Catholic church?" he asked the grieving parents. "No," they replied. "Well, I'm sorry, but your son can't be buried here. You may bury him there on the other side of that fence." So the parents went and buried their son. The next day when the couple went to place flowers on the boy's grave, they looked and could not find the spot where they had buried their boy just the day before. They went back to the priest and said, "We can't find our boy! We buried him on the other side of the fence just as you told us we could, and now when we go to put flowers on his grave, we can't find it." The priest said to the parents, "Last night while I was praying I felt that I had been too legalistic in not allowing you to bury your boy in the church yard, so I changed my mind." The parents were incredulous. "You went out and dug up our little boy's body and moved it?" they asked in horror. "No," said the priest, "I moved the fence."
For dinner Daryll cooked me a lovely piece of Salmon on the grill, and he also grilled some Vidalia onions, which came out absolutely delicious. He just wrapped them in foil and put them right on the grill. The heat makes them carmelize and they come out so sweet and tender. He also grilled some fresh peaches. He covered the grill with foil, cut the peaches in half and brushed them lightly with some oil and put them cut side down on the grill. Mmmmmmm! They were delicious! We had them with some sugar-free ice cream, and Daryll sprinkled his with a bit of cinnamon. It's an easy, yummy low-fat dessert.
July 4, 2003 03:55:29 PM
Just as I sat down here to blog, my sweet husband handed the baby to me because she wants to nurse, so her I am once again typing with one hand while holding the baby in the other. Now she is kicking her fat feet trying to hit the keyboard, so I must keep swatting her foot away as well. But I see that her eyes are heavy and soon she'll drop off to sleep and then I can lay her down and have use of both hands again.
Happy Independence Day! We have much to celebrate this year because our nephew, Hopeton, has returned safely to us from his tour of duty in Iraq. I am also thrilled to say that Daryll's Reserves duty has been postponed, so he's not leaving tomorrow. When he went for his routine dental exam, they found an infection in the root canal that he had done in September. So, instead of going to Italy, next week he'll be having a little bit of oral surgery. He's a little disappointed, but I'm glad that he is not leaving me right now. I know that he'll have to go eventually, but this is a welcome reprieve.
In support of my effort to get more writing done, I have joined an online support group for writers called "Club 100." The goal is to write 100 words for 100 days in order to jump-start writing productivity. If you miss a day, then you have to start back at day one. I am on day two. Yesterday I wrote 540 words in my journal, and so far today I have written close to 300. I think that the idea is that setting the goal of 100 words is so non-threatening that you just go ahead and do it. Then once you get writing it just begins to flow.
We're having company later, so I'm going to go and check on this cake. It's a white cake with red, white and blue sprinkles inside. I won't be eating any, but it sure looks good.
July 1, 2003 02:25:07 PM
Happy July!
We put Brianna on a train up to New Hampshire yesterday and she arrived safely last night. She will spend the month visiting her grandparents and camping with her cousins way up in northern NH. She has only been gone 24 hours, but I miss her already. The girls are going to miss her, too. This trip will be good for her because she has really been missing her friends that she has not seen in over a year.
A summer cold is making its way through our family this week. I caught it at work and was sick in bed all weekend with it. Yesterday, Jordan woke up with it and today Leila has it. I jokingly said that if we give it to Daryll, then he won't be able to go on his Reserves trip to Italy on Saturday. Daryll left the house this morning in his dress whites looking very dapper indeed. He had to go to Bethesda to settle some last minute details for his trip. I'm not sure what it's going to be like without him for 20 days. The girls are going to be looking for him, and I'll be doing everything by myself. It'll be like being a single mom again. I know that I will certainly appreciate him so much more when he returns. He really is a great husband and father, and I don't ever want to take that for granted. I remember those years of being a single mother very well. Once a friend was complaining that her husband was late getting home from work. I told her that she shouldn't complain but be happy that she had a husband who came home at all. She agreed.
I recently joined a bookclub for women of color in the area, and this month's selection is, Sittin' in the Front Pew, by Parry "Ebony Satin" Brown. I must say that this is not a book I would have chosen myself, but I'm enjoying it so far. I think I might be a literary snob, and this book falls under the category of popular fiction, which I rarely read. It's a great summer read--a perfect accompaniment to a tall glass of iced-tea under a shady umbrella on a lazy afternoon. I wish that's where I was reading this. I'm looking forward to our book club meeting where we will discuss the book over dinner.
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