""Blessings Strengthen life and feed life just as water does." Rachel Naomi Remen, MD

This blog is a digital blessing bowl, a place to record the small blessings that are often missed or forgotten but which make life holy. Feel free to add your own blessings to my blessing bowl. Or perhaps you'll be encouraged to start your own.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Free as a butterfly

When we have done all the work we were sent to do, 
we are allowed to shed our bodies, 
which imprisons our soul like a cocoon encloses the butterfly 
and when the time is right we can let go of it. 
Then we will be free of pain, free of fears and free of worries-- 
free as a beautiful butterfly returning home to God....
Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
Thinking of those I love who are free of pain, free of fear, and free of worries.  I give thanks for the blessings they brought to my life.   I give thanks for the butterflies -  beautiful, mysterious reminders of God's grace.   

Monday, August 23, 2010

Close to nature's heart

i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
e e cummings



There is nothing like a trip to the mountains to help me put things in perspective.

Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean. 
John Muir

Thursday, August 19, 2010

How sweet the moonlight. . .

“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank.
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.”
William Shakespeare 

What a blessing to be in this place.

Monday, August 9, 2010

"Bear yourself up on small wings"

Just this, each day:
Bear yourself up on small wings 
to receive what is given.
Feed one another
with such tenderness,
it could almost be an answer.


Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?
Matthew 6:26


Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Play dough from the past

I've been feeling a little wistful lately - missing those days when my children were small and I was a stay-at-home mom.  The job I go to each morning is a blessing in many ways, but it's a different life from the one I led from 1971 until 1983.
In that old life I sewed, baked bread, visited the library at least once a week, made most of the Christmas gifts we gave family and friends, read, kept the fire in the wood stove going, wrote long letters on the old manual typewriter or in longhand, and had play dates with friends and their children.  I volunteered at the elementary schools, taught Sunday School, and was a La Leche League leader.  I wasn't in a hurry for that life to be over and I will always be thankful for every minute of it.
I was talking with my co-workers this week about being a young mother and about the play dough I used to make with my children.  It's easy to make and has a wonderfully smooth consistency.  I told them I'd share the recipe.
No-Cook Play Dough
2 cups flour
1 cup salt
1 Tbsp oil
1 cup water
1 1/2 tsps alum
food coloring
Mix well, adding coloring last.  Knead until smooth.  Store in air tight container.

I'm now grandmother to six, and some day soon I'll make some of this play dough with their help.  We've already had fun playing with the store bought variety.


We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.
George Bernard Shaw

The days of young motherhood have passed, but it's not to late to play!