Time needs to be scheduled and used to keep up with the truth. In planning our schedule for the week, there are three types of activity to take into consideration: (1) The things one must do, (2) the things one would like to do, and (3) the things one will do only if time permits. In the first category, the wise person puts matters pertaining to his spiritual life. Time is life! Those who do not use it wisely now will not have it at all later.
2/3 cup golden raisins tossed with 1 teaspoon unbleached all-purpose flour, or 2/3 cup chopped pecans
1 1/2 cups grated carrots
1. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees with the rack in the upper third of the space. Oil or butter muffin tins.
2. Sift together the whole-wheat pastry flour, baking powder, baking soda, spices and salt.
3. In a separate bowl, beat together the eggs, sugar, oil, buttermilk and vanilla. Using a whisk or a spatula, stir in the dry ingredients and mix until well combined. Do not beat; a few lumps are fine, but make sure there is no flour at the bottom of the bowl. Fold in the raisins or pecans and the carrots.
4. Spoon into muffin cups, filling them to just below the top (about 4/5 full). Place in the oven, and bake 25 minutes until lightly browned and well risen.
Yield: Twelve muffins, depending on the size of the muffin tins.
Advance preparation: These keep for a couple of days out of the refrigerator, for a few more days in the refrigerator and for a few months in the freezer.
Nutritional information per muffin (based on 12-muffin yield): 239 calories; 1 gram saturated fat; 2 grams polyunsaturated fat; 4 grams monounsaturated fat; 32 milligrams cholesterol; 38 grams carbohydrates; 4 grams dietary fiber; 323 milligrams sodium; 5 grams protein
Martha Rose Shulman is the author of "The Very Best of Recipes for Health."
In the hardest moments, when I can't say a word for fear I might lose hope, I talk to you from inside. Know that right now, it doesn't matter where I find myself, because you will still find me.You will still love me, and I will still know you.
For the first time in my life, I really understand the meaning of a greater purpose. I understand that it isn't about being worried, or thinking about the pain that has passed. There's a peace right here that I can't even believe I have found, somehow.
And while I miss so many, I am sustained. I care for them no less than if they stood right next to me. I didn't know this feeling was possible. Ask me a year ago, and I would have still been trying to find this quiet serenity.
It's strange how life teaches you who to trust and how to trust. The answers and the truth is all around you. And if you really listen, and if you really want to know keep searching. It always comes.
Patience. I am delivered. I am alive. I am right here, and not afraid, finally.
In a world of epiphanies...I realize, Growing up (with Jah) isn't so bad. When I see Ireland, I see myself lost in its splendor. It moves me, the ancient parts of its culture, its remnants not forgotten are treasures that make my heart skip beats just thinking of standing on such fertile ground. To sleep in a field there would be so soothing. What I like most of all is the sound of flutes native to their land.
Sometimes I imagine I am there, just north of the coastline, with my house higher up in the mountains. I imagine living quietly, with great peace. I imagine the joys of simplicity. I want nothing more than a warm cozy cottage/cabin on the side of a mountain. I want nothing more than to hold onto the one that created my thinking ability. I dream someday I will sit on the side of mountain, completely calm, in a state of serenity.
I foresee a beautiful life. But what it will take to get there, I am unsure. I just know that half the battles are over. I am not ashamed of this new found love and joy. It is altogether one the highest privileges I have been able to partake, and I am not coming back down.
Here I stand not alone but alive. Who else I will cross paths with I do not know. If it's you I hope you know my idiosyncrasies. Just kidding.
O how I love to vent. It is in solitude and I do not miss one thing.
The mind is a terrible to waste, especially on terrible things.-L.K. ----- Excerpt from my thoughts on romantic love.
"My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres, Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die."--John Donne, "The Good Morrow"
Could you fathom life with someone more than a lover? A husband even? Such a bone chilling thought. You know all of your loving capabilities, and they are not to be wasted on anyone. When you feel your time is coming, Pray without letup. Be sure you are clear, be sure you are right. Be careful of the treacherous heart. Be wary of falling for the beauty of appearances and the vices of the flesh. Allow council. Allow patience. Allow dignity...
Nonetheless, I enjoyed learning something I didn't realize before. It's such a baffling thing to comprehend--to love with the eyes and not the head first is to make one's own heart treacherous, and confused. It causes destruction, deception, abuse, loneliness, and heavy consequences. I remember what love was to me before I could take off my rose colored 3-D glasses and before I could have left that dark place where my own emotions took the luxury of running away with me. I let them sweep me off my feet, dazzle me, carry me into a distant land, and leave me washed ashore, talking to someone I hardly knew hoping he would finally, "be the one". I remember him, him, him, and him. I remember the nights I should have spent with friends, I instead spent on dates. I remember when lust turned to drudgery. I remember most of all the joy of letting this deformed view leave my spirit. This desperation I shed like old skin. I remember laughing at myself as I watched the old me wash away. I remember crying because I could not give up trying to be a better me. And I exist in a place where love must be understood, not enigmatic, foggy, or in deceptive. I know who I love, and what it takes to love. I know the feeling is not based on anything other than learning another's soul and what connects the two of us. It is not bitter. It is not proud. It is constant, and not fleeting. It does not change with the seasons. It remains with me all the time...
So, that song is sad, but beautiful and reminiscent of 127 hours. James Franco is a beast.
But you know what...I have a lot of work to do and tonight I realized, if I live I do live to Jehovah, and if I die, I die to Jehovah. It kind of doesn't matter where I am, because that doesn't mean I leave him behind. He is never forgotten, and he is and will always the light to my roadway. Helping me in decision making throughout my life. I laugh inside because I know to so many of you this may sound "religious", but my friends I'm sorry to tell you indeed it is very spiritual. And I am not in the least bit lost because I pray to Jah in all decisions. When I feel lost I pray, and it gets me through so much more than I ever thought it could possibly do. I love Jah, and that ain't changing. Nuff said there.
Onto other news: Arranging trip as of now Kingdom Hall Airfare Funds Clothes Arrangements
School: Exams, studying now. Not blogging. Studying. This is my clone typing. Arrangements for summer courses. Fix my DELL so I can pop cds in it.
Work: Project to complete ASAP Schools to contact Site to visit
Personal: :). Will jot in planner.
I love venting. I love venting here. I miss my creative side. It calls me. I think I may draw James F. tomorrow night. He's got a lovely bone structure. :).
