Daily Prompt: The Power of Touch

The fabulous not to be missed smooth to the touch Commander’s Palace Bread Pudding Souffle.

English: The Commander's Palace, New Orleans, ...
English: The Commander’s Palace, New Orleans, Louisiana. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Bread Pudding Souffle
Commanders Palace Bread Pudding Souffle

It came to the table warm from the oven; the waitress brought a spoonful of the whiskey sauce to the top and gently prodded open the crust and poured the sauce inside. A spoonful of this is a bite from heaven. Really. Warm and creamy and the tang of whiskey and sweet and ooooohhhhhhh so good.

Not only that, but the textures of shiny ceramic plate, paper frilled doily (how often do you see that anymore???) and the crusty top over a mushy sweet insides? Now there’s TEXTURE.

Daily Prompt: The Natural World

When I arise each morning, I walk across the hall to our office where I have my electric teapot and cup, and I look out the window “to measure each day’s grace” as I wrote in At the Boundary, my recently published book of poetry. The willow tree we planted five or six years ago is now thirty feet tall and measures the wind for me. It’s the first thing I look at. And then I watch the birds to see what they are doing, whether huddled in or busy on the lawn.

One of the nicest compliments I’ve had on my newly published book is that the words I use to describe what I see in nature places the reader in the same place. If you are one of those who has purchased the book, thank you. And if you’d like to purchase it,  clicking on the title above will take you to it.

Here’s my willow – a tree I’ve always wanted to have in my yard and now I do! Here’s two shots of it: Willow Against Fence (I also love the way our weathered board fence looks) and Willow Light, which reminds me of an Impressionist painting. The willow reminds me to move slow and to measure each day’s grace in the way I interact with the world.

Willow Against Fence
Willow Against Fence
Willow Light
Willow Light

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Let there be light….

Let there be light...
Let there be light…

My dear friends, thank you so much for following me, even when I’ve been absent so much this fall. Thanks for coming back and for hanging in. As I am hanging in! Not completely lost just yet.

And so I send you light – light for your spirits and your homes, light to enter the darkness, light to bring warmth and peace.

May your winter holiday, by whatever name you call it, bring you lightness of spirit in this time of changing lives, changing times, changing landscapes.

And that, dear readers, is my wish for you…that you also be a light in the darkness for others.

I’m reminded of a children’s song we sang in Bible School, oh so many years ago: “This little light of mine; I’m gonna let it shine….”

May your light so shine that others may see your good works, to paraphrase another favorite song.

And may your holiday bring you and those with you a measure of peace and joy.

From my family in the house, Cliff, Janet, Stephen, Nathan, Kyong, and the many family members not here, Michael and Kristina, my sisters, brother, nieces and nephews, in-laws and outlaws, Merry Christmas.

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