Pope Francis Sounds Just Right!

87f5f771b5250c082c0f6a706700da29I just learned that we have a newly elected leader for the Catholic Church, who has chosen to be called Pope Francis. When I heard the newscaster on the video say his name, something within me sang and I felt happy.

Ever since I was a young child I was taught to have a respect for Saint Francis. He was someone who was humble, he loved God and he was kind to man and beast. Being a great animal lover, I find myself uttering little words to St. Francis thanking him for watching out for my pets, and those animals who most need food, shelter and love. There is such a kindness about his name that about fifteen years ago, I changed my confirmation name from Michelle (supposedly a female version for Michael), to Saint Michael-Francis. I share a great fondness for the Archangel Michael, as well. To choose the name Francis is to associate with the nature of the man behind the cloth, admitting to those around us that we care deeply for people and animals.

I look forward to and am pleased to learn more about Pope Francis. I send him my most sincere blessings because I feel he will be a true leader for our church.

Photograph: Associated Press/Andrew Medichini 

A Surprise For Harper Jane

Harper Jane’s surprise arrived today. A week ago, my niece Rachael brought her darling daughter, Harper to visit expressly to prep, mix, roll-out & cut and then bake sugar cookies. Harper did such a god job Uncle Joe and Auntie Teesa decided to order her very own uniform. While there was about a half of a cup of flour on her shirt and the floor, we had a special time. I had my hands too full to take photographs, but we will snap them next time. Harper and I plan to prepare miniature pies (blueberry, cherry, apple and perhaps a few chicken pot pies as well. She will look awesome in her chefs jacket and I will wear mine when next we explore my kitchen. What a beautiful child!
Harper Jane Student Chef & Baker 1 Harper Jane Student Chef & Baker 2 Harper Jane Student Chef & Baker 3 Harper Jane Student Chef & Baker 5 Harper Jane Student Chef & Baker 4

Soap Rocks!

"Cool gift from my sister, Mary"

“Cool gift from my sister, Mary”

I am forever washing my hands and this was an exceptionally thoughtful gift from my sister, Mary.

She knows how much I love rocks and the blending of shapes, colors and scents combine to bring a smile to my face.

"They look like jewels"

“They look like jewels”

This one still has the plastic wrap. The green one was the one I chose to use first.

"Here are all three of my Soap Rocks"

“Here are all three of my Soap Rocks”

They will take a long time to use up, so I will admire each one everyday.

"Soap Rocks come in a variety of shapes, colors and scents"

“Soap Rocks come in a variety of shapes, colors and scents”

The pamphlet shows the many scented Soap Rocks and tells the history of the company.

Have A Joyful Kitchen

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Surprising Events

byjacobmetcalf8oct2010flickr5062700599_77f69aa2f1_zToday I read a story that captured my interest. A veteran nurse who worked in the critical care unit located at Indiana University Health Goshen Hospital, was fired for refusing to take a mandatory flu shot. I will naturally provide the link to this story at the end of my post (it’s a very compelling article), as I am not going to repeat it all here. The thing is … I have taken two influenza shots (in 1974 and 1996) and both times I became deathly ill. I will never ever repeat this mistake let me assure you.

I stand behind Ethel Hoover’s decision to refuse the flu vaccine 100% because it is her body and she does have rights. I certainly hope she lawyers-up and sues the pants off that place. Ethel Hoover was one out of 1,500 medical employees who refused the flu shot, and one of eight employees that were fired. What is your opinion please?

See “Nurses Fired For Refusing Flu Shot”

Am I Selfish By Not Sharing Everything?

"Thoughts Become Things ... Choose the Good Ones"

“Thoughts Become Things … Choose The Good Ones”

Today I did not climb out of bed until just after 1 PM. Since Christmas day, Joe and I have been at the mercy of the germs given to us by family members on both sides, neighbors and the people who ventured out to shop at the last moment. Although we could hear their sneezes, rumbling coughs and sniffs holding back the less delicate evidence of their sickness, while in-taking breathable air, we shuddered, crossed our fingers and hoped we would not succumb. Being coughed on, sneezed at and wiping drippy toddler’s noses didn’t help either … but they’re so darned cute at this age. We surely enjoyed being together with our loved ones!

After brunch, coffee and hot apple cider, I waved a brief goodbye to Joe as he got into the car and headed to his office. I dragged myself to the shower and felt revived for about ten minutes. Yesterday I ventured a peek into my Gmail and two hours later, I had finished sorting, answering and deleting everything else. I felt a bit finished by then and whilst I shut down my computer, it  felt as if I was hiding away since I have not written much on my site for about three months now. It isn’t because I have been tremendously busy. I have always been busy. It might be that after the highlights of the political fiascos, ads, election woes and the hurricane that destroyed so much, I felt sad. The push of the holidays and the work I was doing was actually clashing with the private me. That part of me that cooks, bakes, creates and is socially flirty. Then the rest of the world went topsy-turvy and caved in a bit when that madman went ballistic on those innocent victims at the elementary school. This horrific news and the weighty issues of the world were almost too much to bear, but I thought to myself, “It wasn’t your child or someone you personally knew … but it felt as if they were.”  Our country, our world has been changing rapidly, evolving and then on top of these tragedies … there was the end of the world to get through. It’s a wonder I didn’t run howling into the streets and jump into the ocean, a hard thing to do since I am hours away from there and never go into it anymore.

So I held my angst in. I kept these thoughts (most of them anyway) to myself. I contemplated what they meant, where the world was going and what I might do about it or how might I contribute to society. I sought my inner temple and rested in a spiritual limbo, secure in the tomb of self-imposed meditation. I watched (many times) a DVD by Mike Dooley of TUT University. I figured out he had his finger on the pulse of things in a new way that made sense. “Thoughts become things … choose the good ones” … “But How!” I shouted out loud to no one in particular but my felines, who looked up wondering what the heck Mommy was pontificating. My furry audience and I, we share some of the best quiet moments together. EVER! How was I to live my life according to my thoughts with all of the dissonance and violence in the world? My answer came to me quietly. My deep inner voice made it simple: Just keep trying everyday and the change I want will come. The parts I no longer wanted I was to pay no attention to. I was to improve my thinking and to ignore the negative words whenever they come to mind. It is easy to fall into the trappings of discouragement and dull days where we might feel a little trapped by the sameness of things. Enjoy what we have and dwell on whatever I really want, then work towards that. My new assignment.

The reasons I have stayed to myself have not been selfish. These past 90 days have afforded me time to point myself into the creative direction I was put on this earth to do and there is no looking back anymore. The past is the past and those constant memories of people, places and things that got me to where I am today are just that … my darling companions to whom I will always feel gratitude and love, but the future lies before me. I am on my way.

Awakened Me

"Awakened Me"

“Awakened Me”

~~~

Lately I’ve hidden away wondering if my relevance

Was no more than a mysterious shimmering waviness

Hovering just above the desert road

Evaporating into the skies melding into rain clouds

To wash clean the earth

Washing me clean of cluttered thinking

To grind me down into the pulp of a new form of life

But how could I question these things

Unless I am remembering the chain of events

That brought these revelations before my mind

I stand on the cliff of comprehension

Balancing between the reality I accepted and

The necessary truths deeply imbedded in my soul

Ingrained at a precise moment in space

The birth of the universe

Born knowing what I considered

Was the simple complicated musings of a being

Coming to realize the interconnection

To every possible living thing in existence

I remember the truth the first time I read these words

“Be still and know that I am God”

Some of the most powerful and revealing words

To be spoken aloud as they expose the dawning of time

For what we truly are

One with our Creator

Thank you Father for Your gift of life

Truth in opening my spirit to

Awaken me so I am

Consciously aware of our connection

Theresa H Hall written today @ 0700

On The Eve Of The 2012 Election

The first political event I remember was the eve of the 1960 election between Nixon and Kennedy. Daddy paced round the living room, the dining room, down the hallway into the kitchen (to rattle some pans or inspect food stuff in the refrigerator) and then passed our bedroom door, on his way back to the television set. Mother told us children that Daddy was concerned about what the news anchor had to say because they wanted Senator John F. Kennedy to in the race.

Being devout Catholics it would place a fellow Catholic into the White House for the very first time. Since I loved attending Mass I put my little hands together and prayed Mr. Kennedy would be the winner. He did win and a month later a plane went down on the far side of Staten Island, which freaked-out Mother (which is the main reason we moved) and a month after the new president’s inauguration, our family packed up our belongings and made the long trek down the east coast to Miami, Florida. Our grandparents resided there and we settled about five miles from their home for a year and a half, before relocating to Bethesda, Maryland, where we have been circling our Nation’s Capitol ever since. It’s a dull town Washington, D.C. filled with politicians not at all artsy like New York City. (sigh) I find the politicians, with their endless television ads, plus the ranting on the news channels, where everything is sensationalized, tiresome and it leaves me shaking my head. I hardly ever tune in but for the debates and then finally, the week leading up to the election.

It is a horrible hurricane that ravaged the east coast. Thankfully we were on the edge of her path and felt only a small taste of her fury. The folks to our north did not fare so well as most of us have seen. It is a heartbreaking thing to witness and we did donate and pray and send out our good thoughts to our fellow citizens who have lost everything but their fighting spirit and their ability to keep the faith that things will be put to rights eventually. I am proud of the quick response by President Obama, his team and FEMA. I also wish to applaud Governor Chris Christie for being so gracious, loving, a good leader and putting his people first … before partisanship. This is how it should be, our government officials coming together and working together for its citizens. It’s exactly what has been missing over the last four years in Congress with the opposing and racist side doing everything they could to take a fraternity stance against someone they find distasteful. They just didn’t get it. Governor Christie gave them a good lesson this past week. He demonstrated how to lead, showed empathy and concern and he protected the people of his state. He continues still to encourage the residents with just the right words and actions on their behalf. We saw leadership in action from our Commander-in-Chief and our government producing the needed help as quickly as was possible, considering all of the devastation everywhere the eye could see.

Although there is the sad fact that some New York officials did not include all of their Five Boroughs (mainly Staten Island) until Thursday (two days after the hurricane hit) where half of the fatalities were. I read about the woman who had her two young sons swept from her arms by Hurricane Sandy. I read the story of a 62-year-old woman who tried to save her 89-year-old mother from the rising waters in their living room (chest-high) throughout the night but could not. I cried for them all! There should not be separatist thinking, preferential treatment or distinction! It took people nationally stomping their feet in disapproval of the New Your City Marathon Race before the mayor finally decided to postpone this event. Instead many of the contestants are still helping out the hurricane victims. Hats off to them.

New Jersey and New York City Police, and especially their Firefighters, are to be applauded once again. They had to battle hurricane winds and rains, wade through chest-high waters wearing their heavy protective gear, while hauling their equipment in order to fight the huge fires that destroyed 80 homes! I read where one man ran outside his apartment building to enter rising and raging waters to save the life of a taxi driver. There are so many unsung heroes. Seeing the lives and memories of these families, their belongings and homes turned into rubble was almost unbearable to watch, but we did so because we know that even if we were not there fighting alongside our fellow citizens, we were sending them support and love. When America hurts it seems we all hurt to a degree. Please donate if you have not yet done so. Every penny counts!

Over the weekend I have listened and watched the final days of the election unfold. I have seen the advertisements of lies from one side of the candidacy and the common sense approach from the President. Plus voter suppression is still a major concern in the State of Florida and Ohio. Even were I not a Democrat with liberal leanings, I would still cast my vote for the man who has kept his promises, while battling his personal hurricane of jealous (mostly) white men and women in Congress, who in my opinion should be tossed out of their positions into the streets for not doing their respective jobs, which is to work with the sitting president. It’s what they were elected to do … not to take bribes and work for the rich men and women who think to drive the propaganda of the elite 1%. Hell No! And as some voters were reminded to do … “Vote Republican because Lincoln freed the slaves” … really? If both Jesus and Lincoln were here today they would surely cast their votes for President Barrack Obama. 

Tummy Grumbles

“Lysol Disinfecting Wipes”

Want to wish everyone a good week.

My Joe arrived home Thursday about 6PM and on Friday, he complained of experiencing tummy grumbles, and he still has them now. He was up during the night and had to go to the office early. After the tour and trying to catch up on his sleep he is understandably tired.

Traveling can earn you frequent flier miles and ailments like what he is encountering. You usually hear admonishment like “Don’t drink the water”. Plus he came into contact with people traveling from around the globe; in airplanes, trains, taxis, restaurants, nightclubs, radio stations, hotels and concert halls who got to breathe a lot of the same air. Germs, infection, bacteria and other things like parasites or even food poisoning could be related to his tummy grumbles. I’m happy to say that in all the years since we met that he has had one bought of nausea from a night when we drank brandy, two tummy grumbles … (now three) and the odd cold. Otherwise he has been extremely healthy.

Have to say that as much as I adore my guy I sure hope he keeps these grumbles to his own tummy and leaves mine out of the scenario. My tummy feels a little queasy but it could be that I feel sorry for him. So … I gave him very well done pancakes and coffee for breakfast, he’ll eat stir fried rice for lunch and then a mild fish dinner tonight. Oh no! My own tummy just rumbled. This compassion and empathy thing has gone far enough. I’ll scrub my hands (I do this 50 times a day) and I’ll wipe down all of the surfaces with Lysol Wipes and then wash my hands again before I bake bread. That should make him feel a lot better. I love my Joe!

Thank You Mr. President!

On the BlogCatalog Discussion Board, Joel asked this: 

What I want to know is where was last night’s Obama during the first debate? Last night Obama gave a winning debate performance (and, as @Agit8r said, Romney a losing one). In the first debate the opposite was true, in my opinion.

To which I replied:

Frankly, I believe he had Presidential matters and foreign matters going through his mind throughout the debate, plus, he is an attorney and in our courts of law, we are to be very well-mannered and wait our turn speaking, etc. I think he was trying to remain calm and when he looked back he understood he had to put on the proverbial boxing gloves. 

Last night they were actually circling one another! For a second there I thought the President wanted to punch Mitt on the nose. In the end … he did not allow himself to be bullied or be pushed aside. 

When the time came … (Mitt leaned in and raised his eyebrows in that arrogant way of someone who believes they have caught another in a lie … or a GOTCHA MOMENT) the President took Mitt to task in front of 65 Million viewers. How was that for telling him like it is. Mitt has no idea how to be presidential. 

Mitt understands how to dismiss us … the little guys, well over the 47% of Americans who are not responsible for our own welfare. He is for those 1-2% of society. The rest of us can go put our heads in the sand … or just Fuque-Off. (Since Joe is in Paris I’ll say it … Pardonnez mon français)

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Aw … Now I Have To Esplain’

Joe called an hour ago then the connection was dropped. I was in the dark and saying “hello” to no one in particular. I called him back. He said “hello” but with a question in his voice. “Didn’t you just call me? I asked. “I Skype phoned you” Joe replied. “Well it didn’t work” I stated unnecessarily. I heard all sorts of background noise and assumed he was calling me from the plane. “We missed our flight home” delivering this line in a tired voice. “I’m asleep … call me back later” I requested. We disconnect and my eyes flew open. Missed the flight! Well, I’m wide awake now!

After a quick dash (if you call shuffling my bare feet across the carpet a dash) I washed my face and hands and then went to the iMac. I pressed any key and the screen sprang to light. Very bright! I Skyped him back and as he came into view I demanded info. Traffic jam on the road from Luxembourg Film Festival, where they played the last venue, to Paris. Traffic jam? I looked at my clock and it is 4:24 a.m. … what traffic jam? Then I remember it’s 10:34 a.m. there. Oh … it sinks in. Papa is delayed. He says, “I don’t know when I’ll get home”. He’ll call me later.

Now I have to Esplain’ to the kitties but they’re not gonna be happy. We’ve been counting down the days till Papa comes home. Going back to bed. Safe journey!

Fooled Me … But I’m Very Grateful!

A few moments ago, I woke up and since the television had been left on I believed I was watching one of those news programs Joe enjoys reviewing (much like those international car races he tapes). I wrapped my fuzzy little brain around this thinking that they sure were warmed up for six o’clock in the morning. Wrong … it was six in the evening.

As I mentioned earlier, the crazy smoke detector was driving me to distraction. I’d been reduced to a woman with shredded nerves. Finally out of desperation, I imagined myself going upstairs and taking down those attic steps (they’re heavy, cumbersome and unfold), on the top landing. I saw myself climb up, loop my arm through the left side of the ladder, between two rungs and stretch across and out over the bannister where I would carefully unscrew the smoke detector on the ceiling. And that’s when I decided Continue reading

Pesky Smoke Detector!

I’m five feet four inches (when I stretch) I suppose I’m sort of short. Not at all statuesque. I say this because in the long and short of it, it does matter.

Last night I tossed and turned for hours and just as I’d drop back to sleep, I was made to open my eyes, being distracted by peeps of shrill high-pitched noise. I was unsure if I was awakened by something or if, in fact, I was dreaming. Yesterday morning I awoke thinking someone was ringing the front doorbell. I checked and was glad there was no one there. I recall thinking it was in my dream. But in the wee hours today, it wasn’t the doorbell that kept me from enjoying my night’s dreams, but that pesky smoke detector. Grating on my nerves much like fingernails scratched across a chalkboard. Continue reading

Breakfast For One

Here’s the evidence that I am still removing the yolks from my morning eggs. I love the nutty flavor of the butter and the crisp edges of the whites. I take a small spoon and scoop out the cooked yolk, offering it to my kitties. Sometimes they eat it and many times they will not touch it. They’d probably prefer raw eggs anyway.

I’m working on two interviews and another project so I am quite happy writing and tweaking and editing. Hope you all are well and happy.

European Saga Continues

The phone chants its merry tune to alert me that Joe is calling me. Oh … wake-up! Sleepily I wonder if he is on the train or if he is already in Hanover, Germany. Joe says there’s a bit of a thing. I sit up, rubbing my eyes and yawning. What kind of thing I ask. Well the train was very crowded and he and Orville didn’t get off the train in order to catch their connecting train to Hanover. Great! The new ticket is 128 euros … each. They have between them 160 euros. I stumble over to the iMac and ask Apple a question. 128 euros = how many $ and the answer is … $166.80. What a difference. But they need twice that amount because they need two tickets. I figure out how much they need (all without benefit of coffee mind you) and deduct the 160 euros pocket change. I tell them okay you need XX$ and okay use XX bank card as there is enough in that account.

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Skyping With Joe

Joe hasn’t had much sleep. We just talked for over thirty minutes via Skype. They performed in Paris last night to a packed house, two shows and after press release, autograph signing and CD sales, they tumbled into their respective beds at the hotel. Up three hours later and took a taxi  bus to the train. Two of the band members were late and the driver got a call and then pulled over to the side of the city street and told them they needed to get out of the vehicle. What! He had to go to his next client. Shabby French businessman! Not only had they prepaid but they had a train to catch to Rennes, France!

They walked around lugging all of their equipment and suitcases, bags and computers for ten minutes or so, before they got another ride in a big taxi bus. $200.00 later, they just made their train, and in four hours they arrived at the next city. Rennes is west of Paris and near the Atlantic coast. Joe and the guys went to the club for sound check and checked into their rooms. He phoned me and then we Skyped.

He did get a couple of hours rest before it was time to return to the club to a sit down dinner prepared by the chef and then to perform to another packed house. Same after performance curriculum and back to shower, dress, pack up and stay awake in the hotel’s lobby until the driver appears to take them to the train. Back to Paris, another taxi bus ride to another train station and then on to Hannover, Germany. Sheesh! My baby’s tired! It was nice to chat three times on our Wedding Anniversary. Joe is a Prince among men!

Opinion Friday – “Mormon Mitt”? – Still A Big No!

“Just outside Washington, DC photograph of Mormon Temple at dusk, by Joe Ravi, taken 6, October, 2011″

I’ve just finished watching a recorded Current TV documentary, “The Mormon Candidate”. The reporter states that there’s talk of a ‘Mormon Moment’, but will his faith stop Mitt from becoming the next president? Here’s another way they have capitalized on his campaign: Alex Boyé  a musician from London, is shown performing with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing, “I Am A Mormon”. He stands out because he is black and there aren’t many people of color in this faith. In fact, until around 1978, black people were not considered good enough to become saints after death like whites do upon entering heaven. Seriously?

George Romney, Mitt’s father ran against Richard Nixon for the Republican ticket back in the 60s. It was a bruising issue that he lost the nomination. George’s own father had five wives and in recent years, Mormons have pulled away from marriages with multiple wives. As far as I am concerned I don’t care how many wives a man has so long as there is no abuse and their marriages are built on respect and love. To each … his or their own. There is an ongoing campaign to legalize polygamy, because those who practice polygamy want to be able to return to the Mormon church. Much like the HBO series, “Big Love”, Bill and his wives fought to legalize multiple marriage and to return to the bosom of their Mormon church. Apparently polygamy hinders the outward appearance of this domineering religion. The power of the church is weighty and the church vehemently denies being a cult.

Excommunicated or former members quietly tell bout secret handshakes, and one man even demonstrated Continue reading

Friday Night Painting Thoughtfulness

Time to take out my paints that have waited by patiently now for a few months. Pizza sounds like a good idea because I am craving a slice right now.

I like talking to the man who answers the phone at my new favorite pizza place, since we recently relocated. He and I have a thing. I tell him what I like, how I like it and then I ask about his day and if the business is doing well and about his family. Some might consider me as being a little bit of a flirt but I deny this and label it caring. It’s the tiny and small gestures of friendship extended that matter most, to those who make sure to get our orders correct, and pay special attention to details for patrons who are thoughtful, polite and thank them being there.

I can easily tell that he is from another country, but I have not figured out either by his name or his accent which exact area he is from originally. I simply pass along goodness and he seems very happy to hear from me, too. I doubt many people take any time to discuss the weather or any niceties at all. They most likely bark their delivery orders and hang up the phone. I treat him the way I would want to be treated and this is with respect, that I add value to the community and feel proud of where I work … even if it is just a pizza shop. I’m ordering pizza for everyone!