What is Natale if there is no Panettone. The sweet bread with raisens or chopped candied fruit. Expensive, delicious and you always bring it as a hostess gift.
Today, while going through pictures of by gone days, I found my baby picture and in the back of it my grandmother’s recipe of panettone.
Trying to make heads or tail of it was fun! Google did most of the translating, and my mom did the rest. I will be trying it and no matter what the outcome of it, I now will have some part of my Grandmother for Christmas.
This time of the year is most stressful. The preparation for the holidays, be cooking, baking, shopping for the presents. But must of all it takes a toll on the elderly, the homeless and those that have no one to share it with.
On these occations I start to make a list of all things that I am grateful for, of items or people. Sometimes I come short or ar times I come even. But must of all, I am here to tell you about it.
Today I am grateful to relax, enjoy a favorite brew and know I am loved.
Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself. You will grow, you will figure out what inspires you, you will curate your own dreams, your own beliefs, your own stunning clarity, and when you do meet yourself, you will be sure of who you are.
Today I have achieved my quest.
I always feel awkward when I am invited to dinner by a couple. This feeling of only being a half is more pronounced. But I am outgoing and I accept. The conversation can be one sided at times, or strained. After a while I give lame excuses not to accept.
It is not the lack of trying to find a partner, but… age is a factor. For a long time my partner was older and had an obligation to his family. The family did not want a new step-mama, they were in their 30s. To keep peace I chose it to let it stay stagnant. When he moved on to another dimension, I stopped looking all together.
So, here I am waking up to the reality that in my golden age there is only going to be me! But, I’m still venturing on….
A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except how to grow in rows~Doug Larson
There I am a weed! I never followed the crowed always had to stomp away, and imprint my foot steps. This always created a path for disaster. In my mature age, I finally realized why.
It was not the path I chose that made me unhappy but the thoughts of it.
~The primary cause of unhappines is never the situation but your thoughts about it~Eckart Tolle
I was happy when I chose and still happy! But! Yes But! There is someone who always has to have an opinion, a judgement look and worst make trouble for you for not conforming to the way of things.
All my life I have been combatting these creatures. They are still there. But! Guess what no more. I finally realized how happy I am just the way I am. So, even though I did not turn out as I or everyone thought I should have, could be, I am. And I had help along the way!
I love the person I have become, because I fought to become her~Kaci Diane
Time passes, you look around you and realize that in this moment you are not who you were 6 months ago. I have spent this time well.
New friends have come into my life and old ones have closed doors behind them.
My thoughts have been purged to a box of memories never to be opened again. Like morning there are new thoughts to process.
Every morning as I drink my coffee and stare out my window, I think of all the endless possibilities this new day will bring. I smile for I feel refreshed!
“Breathe” and the whole day is before you with another adventure to bring me life.
If there is no movement of thoughts and body you invite death to come knocking at your door.
No stagnation, no waiting for tomorrow, no waiting for that knock!
I Run to the joy of living
I Run to embrace the trees
I Run to warm my feet in the sand
I Run to the light of love within me