Not so plain vanilla

DSC_0416.JPGAfter discovering that my grocery store brand vanilla extract had, what else, high-fructose corn syrup in it, something I’ve virtually eliminated from our pantry and fridge all together, I sort of rolled my eyes and threw up my hands. The dang stuff is everywhere. Seriously. Out to get us even. Wait does that sound paranoid? BE PARANOID! Just don’t think I am.

Anyway, I figured, it’s such a small amount, is it really going to hurt me? Well, probably not, but when said bottle ran low, I was pleased to discover, on the shelf of my grocery store a “Pick Tennessee” label next to a large bottle of Simplify’s Madagascar Bourbon Vanilla Extract. Not only is it local, it’s less than half the price (per oz) of the grocery store brand. Oh, yeah, and no high fructose corn syrup, just water, vanilla, and booze. The way it should be, thank you very much.

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Church on Monday

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My friend Shari came up to visit on Monday, bringing her husband to hang out with Jody, and their daughters, our god-daughters to provide general amusement and fun for all. We don’t live as close to each other as we once did and these get-togethers generally have to be planned several weeks in advance.

I was sick and she was dead tired, so we didn’t talk near as much as usual, which usually is a whole lot. Usually hours can pass like minutes as we talk about any and everything from relationships to gardening to chickens to saving the world to raising children, which have more in common than you might imagine.

But Monday we were tired. We lapsed into silence on many occasions, and both found ourselves feeling sort of bad that we weren’t better company for the other. Silly really. After all being together and being comfortable in silence is something that’s very profound.

So is cooking together, which is what we did. We made stuffed cabbage rolls and zucchini bread and then shared them with our families, coming together around one table in an attitude of thankfulness, praying together and then eating together. They had brought grass finished beef from a cow that they had bought a few months ago, and we contributed veggies from our CSA, and created a wholesome masterpiece.

And even though we didn’t have our normal fast-paced random conversations, after they left, I felt like I’d been at church.

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Sunday at Havenknoll

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I think my animals are smarter than me…

There is something comforting about being surrounded by sleeping animals.  It’s Saturday afternoon and my dog was sick last night and managed to deprive me of most of my sleep.  It’s the hot part of the day, to hot to work outside, almost too hot to even want to go do the grocery shopping or errands.  It’s the part of the day that makes you want to sleep.

I don’t feel as though I’ve earned sleep though.  I mean, maybe if I’d stayed awake at 6am and done my gardening in the cool of the morning.  But at 6 am I’d only had a little over two hours of sleep and facing the day, even a Saturday, on that little sleep seemed daunting.

What is this concept of earning sleep anyway?  There is a verse that says that God gives to us, his beloved, sleep as a gift, not something to be “earned.”  God also gives rest as a gift, something we tend to avoid in our culture.

I was talking to a friend of mine the other day and this friend’s significant other is a teacher.  I asked if the significant other had to get a summer job, and my friend didn’t just say no, but seemed almost defensive in the reasons why it was okay for a tired teacher to take the summer off.  I hadn’t meant anything judgmental by it, I’m a big fan of rest.

Yet somehow our collective ethos seems to dictate that rest is somehow equivalent with being lazy, and our immediate, somewhat defensive response to someone asking how we are or what we’ve been up to is the ubiquitous, “Oh, keepin’ busy.”

I’m sitting cross-legged on my couch, reading Writing Down the Bones, a book that’s encouraged me as Anne Lamott once encouraged aspiring writers to do and that is to feel free to write a lot of crap.

Maybe this is a crap, perhaps not.  All I know right now is that my animals seem to be smarter than me.

One the other end of the couch, my happy mutt dog seems to have recovered from her night and is catching up on her sleep.  Why dogs and children have a tendency to get sick in the middle of the night, I guess I’ll never know, but that as they say around here, is neither here nor there.

Across the room our boxer is curled up in the big brown leather chair, making happy snuffling noises to himself as he sleeps.  On the dining room chair that one of our house guests left pulled out from the table, our black kitten Adelaide is curled contentedly, having taken up residence while the chair was still warm from its human occupant.

And in my lap is a little gray ball of fur, on his back, with all four paws and tail up by his face, half covering his face (kittens are remarkably flexible).  He’s dead to the world, feeling safe and warm.

It’s a bright sunny day, with the afternoon sun filtered by the leaves of the trees, lighting the house, reflecting off the polished wood floors and feeding the garden outside.

And I sit, feeling as if I just keep doing, something will be accomplished.

I think my animals are smarter than me.

After all, what do I accomplish by refusing to rest?  Is it just my attempt to justify my own existence?  To have a tangible product from my day?  A tiny voice in a crowded world screaming “I matter”?

Perhaps.

Perhaps I’ll take a nap.

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Backyard chickens and government interference

nonaispiglaugh200-copyI’ve spent a great deal of time lately researching chickens, finding plans for a great chicken ark (visit catawbacoops.com to see what I’m going to build), and generally becoming a little obsessed, but hey, I like my eggs.

So it was much to my dismay to find out about the NAIS (National Animal Identification System) that proposes to add big headaches and expense to any of us who want to be a little more self-reliant and know where our food is coming from.  This apparently proposes that anyone who keeps livestock, no matter how small an operation, would have to jump through government hoops, paperwork and fees to id their animals.  Ridiculous? I think so.  My poor chickens are at risk, and I don’t even have my set-up yet!

The talks on NAIS came to Kentucky recently and one of my favorite writers, farmer and essayist Wendell Berry showed up and gave his articulate opinion.

Listen to Wendell Berry’s remarks.

The best part? He warns in advance that if something like this is enacted, they’re going to have to arrest him because there’s no way he’s complying.

If you impose this program on the small farmers, who are already overburdened, you’re going to have to send the police for me. I’m 75 years old. I’ve about completed my responsibilities to my family. I’ll lose very little in going to jail in opposition to your program – and I’ll have to do it. Because I will be, in every way that I can conceive of, a non-cooperator. I understand the principles of civil disobedience, from Henry Thoreau to Martin Luther King. And I’m willing to go to jail to defend the young people who, I hope, will still have a possibility of becoming farmers on a small scale in this supposedly free country. Thank you very much.

Visit NoNAIS.org to learn more.

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Freaky Tennessee Weather

So we had some crazy storms the last couple of days. Unfortunately I had neither the time nor the location to make a long exposure and catch the lightening that was arcing from cloud to cloud, but here’s a sampling of the storm clouds.

All images (c) daily ikon photography.

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The Life and Times of Sebastian and Adelaide

We’ve added kittens to the mess here at Havenknoll.  The gray tabby is Sebastian, and the black with the prissy little face is Adelaide.  Otto’s mellow about the whole thing; Lacey thinks they’re new toys and keeps trying to play chew them.  Here are some pictures to show the action…  Click on the small pictures below to open the bigger version.  Once in the lightbox (what opens the pictures, you can use left and right arrows or click on the left or right side of the image to move forward and back.  When done, click off the picture or press escape.  Keep your mouse over the picture to read the captions.

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Up-Movie Review

mv5bmtmwodg0ndy1nl5bml5banbnxkftztcwmjkwntgymg_v1_sx94_sy140_Jody and I went to see “Up” last night.  I have to say, the trailers didn’t do it justice at all.  We’ve got some friends living with us this month, and they had gone to see it last week and highly recommended it, so we took their advice, and it was fantastic.  There was a depth of meaning and human interest in the film that can’t be captured by trailers or synopses.

The film begins with two children caught up in an idea of adventure, children who eventually grow up and get married, always planning to fulfill their childhood dreams of finding Paradise Falls in South America.   Something always seems to get in the way, and before they know it, they are old, and the wife, Ellie, eventually dies.  Carl, her husband, finds himself surrounded by a changing world, where the city has come and eaten up his old neighborhood, leaving his as the last house inthe middle of looming modern buildings.  After an incident with a construction worker, he is forced to go to a nursing home.  But this old balloon man has one more trick up his sleeve.  He stays up all night blowing up baloons, and right in front of the astonished nursing home guys, he takes off for a big adventure.

Soon he discovers an 8-year-old stowaway named Russall, who is trying to get a badge for assisting the elderly and the unlikely pair finds themselves caught up in a larger than life adventure in South America where they dodge a murderous old man, take up with talking dogs, and save the life of a rare bird named Kevin.

The filmakers were not only incredibly creative with the talking dogs (they have a collar that translates for them), they paid incredible attention to detail.  When the nursing home workers come to take away Carl, they are sickly sweet/condescending to him in person, but make snide remarks behind his back.  One of them is sort of goon-like in appearance and as he walks up the steps, you can see the the tag on his scrubs is flipped up.  Amazing detail!

The dialect of the dogs is both humorous and believable, and there are some very funny moments in the movie.  My favorite quote comes from Dug, the first talking dog Carl and Russel run into.  Dug runs up to Carl, jumps up, licks his face and says, “I just met you, but I love you!”  So dog-like.

There are some great poignant, meaning-of-life moments in this film side-by-side with both visual gags and funny lines.  Well worth seeing.  Oh, and see it in 3D, it’s pretty much amazing.

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Blog change-up

Okay, folks, I know, I post erratically. I’m just lucky most of you follow on RSS feeds.  I tried splitting my topics into multiple blogs because they can range so far sometimes.  But instead of generating more blog posts because of multiple venues, I got bogged down with the idea of having to maintain so many blogs…  So I’m consolidating everything back here except for the daily radicals content.  Hopefully this will get me back on track.  I think part of my problem was I wanted to see if I could make blogging lucrative, and I think instead that blogging is something I just need to do for me.  If it seems like I’ve over-complicated something simple like blogging, all I can say is, welcome to my life!  Peace out for now.

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Everything’s Amazing, Nobody’s Happy

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Some of you may have already seen the youtube video of the comedian Louis CK on Conan.  If not, it’s worth taking a look at.  So funny. And so true.  I particularly like the part where he’s telling the story of being on an airplane that was trying the new internet inflight.  He was happy, surfing the internet, amazed that he was flying at 30,000 feet and on the internet. I mean, trippy, right?  Well the internet goes out and the guy next to him is like, ” pssh! this is b*llsh*it!”  And Louis is like, “so quickly he’s entitled to something that he only found out about ten minutes ago.”

I find this observation rather profound.  We do live in an amazing era, technology that advances so quickly allowing us to do things that a generation ago would seem like magic.  I mean, I remember life before the internet, and yet I met my husband because he followed my blog (This blog!) and we got to talking and one thing led to another.

If anything, we should be happier than ever, and yet it seems like as a culture the more possiblities we’re aware of, the unhappier we are.  the more technology hasn’t actually led to more time, it somehow has created less time because there’s more to keep track of.  Of course, we perpetuate this cycle, allowing the instant possiblities to create a tyrrany of the urgent that all too often we give into, and allow all the beeps, rings, and notifications to run our lives instead of using them for the tools they are.

I find the concept of “entitlement” an interesting one to play with though.  Going along with my earlier musings on the economic crisis, I think the two concepts go hand-in-hand.  If it was our pride, the concept that we could control our environment, that led us to grasp for more and more, then entitlement runs along with pride.  If we take a humble view of ourselves and what it is that we “deserve,” we’ll have a hard time feeling entitled to anything.  After all, in reality, we’re entitled to nothing.

In our arrogance and pride, we thought that we didn’t need to trust God, and we took the fruit from the one tree forbidden us and all creation fell through our arrogance.  What do we deserve? We deserve punishment from God.  We deserve his wrath, we’re entitled to that, and only that.  Everything we have is because by his grace and mercy he took it upon himself to provide a way of escape for those who would take it, and by his mercy he continues to sustain this broken planet instead of wiping us all out.

We have so many ideas of what we’re entitled too, not realizing that if we got what we deserved, all we’d have is the results of our sin and brokenness.

And yet, we play out our entitlement every day.  When we cut someone off because we’re in a hurry, run that light, cut in line, tell little lies, feel discontent because of something we don’t have, something someone else has.

The economy has brough us all up short.  Brought us face-to-face with the reality of what our pride and greed has done to our nation.  It’s time to really look in the mirror and slow down.  Be grateful for what we do have.  Realize that even in crisis most of us are still so much better off then almost the entire world (I’m not knocking those suffering in the midst of this, that suffering is real, I’m talking to the rest of us).

I talked last year about the need to pursue contentment in the culture of consumerism, and the realization that if I didn’t learn to be content, I would always live in the future, and not in the moment, effectively missing life while I was living it because I didn’t know how to be present.

I realize the difficulity of saying to be content when you might be out of work, facing losing your house, wondering if you’ll ever be able to retire, and all the other fears and uncertainties that come with a time such as the one we’re living in.  But while contentment might be te wrong description, we can learn to be present, even in the pain, fear and uncertainty, for it’s not worth missing the lessons that come in the midst of times like this by simply looking for a way out.

Something to muse on.

Watch the video: Everything’s Amazing, Nobody’s Happy

Thanks to Bishop Alan for the tip to the video.

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