Not My Taste

Relax. I’m not into beef or grass. Keep chewing.

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Our weekly focus was taste. I’m ashamed to say we’ve been eating terribly all week – convenience over taste. One of the downsides of packing for moving.

Fortunately, the rest of you have been as creative and inspiring as always. Thanks to all who participated:

Trippin’, I Write Her
Hiccups, Eugi’s Causerie II
Sharing Thoughts
The “T” Party!, radhikasreflection
The gourmet food I want to try next…, Heart to Heart
Exquisite, parallax
Berry Transformation, Stuff and what if…
Bittersweet, paeansunplugged
Shopping List, Sgeoil
Soul’s Palate, AWISEWOMANSJOURNEY


Featured photo from personal collection. See you tomorrow for a new challenge!

VJ’s Weekly Challenge #108: taste

Cornish pasties, the ones my father used to make when I was a child, were the one thing I craved while carrying my first child. Something in the taste of ground beef, sliced potato, and onion, wrapped in a flaky crust and seasoned just right, called to me.

Except my father had long since misplaced the recipe, and so he tried satisfying me with mass produced versions sold through Marks and Spencers, and when that didn’t work, he tried his hand at recreating the original from memory.

Nothing came close to my recall of blowing on piping hot pie fresh from the oven, and the satisfaction of that first hearty bite.

Funny that, as I never really like my father’s cooking. So why that particular dish, and why then?

Taste is the focus this week. As you might have guessed, I am tugging at our sensory experience with these current challenges, although the word ‘taste’ has other connotations.

Look forward to your responses. Anyone can join in, and all forms of creativity are welcome.

Best Listener

The art of listening, best taught by the family pooch –
ears attuned to nuances, carefully weed through
human gibberish for words that resonate:
treat, dinner, walk, cuddles…

Those eyes challenge, invite compassion
convey a depth beyond understanding
and when tone turns impatient,
little paws retreat, as if words are blows.

If only I could learn to listen,
hear the workings of your mind
inquisitive, compelling – imagine
the wisdom you would offer.

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This week we have focused on the role of listening. Please take a moment to catch up on any posts you might have missed.

Just Trust Me, Blog of Hammad Rais
Life on my patio…, Heart to Heart
Little Rascal, I Write Her
Night Moves, Eugi’s Causerie II
Identity!, radhikasreflection
Connection, parallax
Listening, The Curtain Call
To listen or not to listen, one letter UP
Help, paeansunplugged
Red Wings Take Flight, Sgeoil
Seeking Sanctuary, Stuff and what if…
Listen, THE BAG LADY
Nature’s Silence Improves My Mind, Snippets of a Traveling Mind
Hearth’s Footprints, AWISEWOMANSJOURNEY
Lessons in Listening, Hearing the Mermaids Sing

Thanks to all! Join me tomorrow for a new challenge!

Our August

Augustine was the name chosen
should this new arrival be a girl
but as her mother laboured
she knew, with certainty
there would be no “ine”

She is August, born in May
esteemed and venerable
a name fit for a leader –
I can attest to her ability
to run the show –
definitely rules my heart.

(For Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt: August.)

VJ’s Weekly Challenge #107: listen

Birdwatching for me is a meditative practice. It involves immersing myself in nature and finding a quiet place from which I can observe.

I begin with a prayer of acknowledgment and gratitude. I ready my camera and then I listen. Each bird has its own song and variations. It helps me determine where I want to focus, so I’m not frantically trying to follow the flitting of all the birds.

Not that I’m expert. I recognize many of the regulars by now, and there are still many I do not know. Listening helps me turn off my thoughts and centre myself on the goal.

This week, let’s focus on the art of listening.

To participate, create a post and then pingback here, or drop a link in the comments. I look forward to your responses.

To Touch or Not to Touch

She was quite eccentric, and visibly older than most of the students attending our program. I’d had five years between first and second year, so I guess she was drawn to my maturity. We both wanted to be teachers.

After graduation, she went on to her Bachelor of Education, and I gave birth to my third child. The next time we encountered each other, I was the parent and she was the teacher. Eccentric as ever. The kids loved her.

Except for the one that didn’t. That one complained that she touched the kids too much – her hugs and hair stroking unwelcome. Her license was at stake.

“If I can’t touch my kids, then I can’t teach,” she told me in confidence.

I never knew what became of the investigation, but years later when I would follow in her footsteps and have my own classes, I thought of her. It’s in my nature to touch, too.

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The focus this week has been on the subject of touch. Thank you to all the participants for touching me with your creativity. Virtual hugs all around.

MMA Storytime
I Write Her
Eugi’s Causerie II
radhikasreflection
paeansunplugged
Culture Shocks
Heart to Heart
parallax
Stuff and what if…
Sgeoil

(The featured image is my last photo of July, unedited. I am sneaking it in here for Bushbay’s challenge of the same name.)

See you tomorrow for a new challenge!

VJ’s Weekly Challenge #106: touch

“Dear Grandma,
We love you with all our hearts. We miss you and wish we could
touch you and have sleepovers all the time. You are the best girl
in the world and I love you so much and hate the coronavirus.”

The note came in a homemade card, created and dictated by my four-year-old granddaughter. Touching people is the thing she misses the most.

“When this is over, I’m going to be giving lots of hugs,” my neighbour warns me. Seems he misses touch also.

This week let’s consider the role that touch plays in our lives.

To participate, create a post and link back here. Look forward to your responses. Photographs, poetry, prose, or any other form of creativity are welcome.



Rehabilitating the Cynic

Scratch any cynic and you will find a disappointed idealist.

– George Carlin

Born of losses,
the way I steel myself –
hard core belying
vulnerability.

What if I acknowledged,
gave name to the pain –
forgave the circumstances
forgave myself?

Would I then melt
into softness, words
losing harshness
joy taking hold?

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This week’s challenge was centred around the quotation:

“Strive to be uncynical, to be a hope-giving force, to be a steward of substance.”
(Maria Popova)

The responses are thought-provoking, inspiring, and entertaining. Please have a read:

Caged or free…, Heart to Heart
Dear Mr. Mouse, I Write Her
Moral Purpose, Eugi’s Causerie II
Power of Thoughts, Stuff and what if…
Looking forward to the other side, one letter UP
Hope, Sgeoil
Tomorrow, paeansunplugged

Thank to all. See you tomorrow for a new challenge!

VJ’s Weekly Challenge #105: Quotation

Deborah, from AWISEWOMANSJOURNEY, offers daily inspiration, and one particular quotation struck me last week. I’m sharing it with you here as a focal point for the upcoming week:

Strive to be uncynical, to be a hope-giving force, to be a steward of substance.

Maria Popova

Your response may use one, or none of the words. Reflecting on the message, create a post and then link back here. Be as creative as you like.

Looking forward to your participation.

Pages Not Turning Yet

The last pages of my life’s narrative seem to have stuck together, locking me into this current lull. Is it the heat? The body’s response to stress, albeit positive? My mind’s ambition butting up against physical limitation? Likely a bit of each.

We’ve already written the opening paragraph for the next chapter: purchased a new home, sold our current one. Ric’s been busy arranging the transfer of services, engaging a painter, plumber, and electrician. By the end of August, we should be comfortably settled in.

Meanwhile, I’ve packed all I can for the moment, and while I know I should be resting for the next wave of momentum, I am feeling mired in the mud of emotions and psychological muck. Non of it rational, all of it debilitating.

The next chapter will unfold as it will; we’ve already set the framework. Meantime, taking care of self has become the priority.

Today, I will not fight the stuck places. Instead, I’ll surrender to each moment, remember to breathe, and be mindful of the choices I make.

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Thank you to all who participated this week, each bringing your own brilliance to the theme: next chapter.

On a Break, I Write Her
Metamorphosis, radhikasreflection
Besides…, Eugi’s Causerie II
Magical Guest, Stuff and what if…
The Next Chapter, Sgeoil
When Jokes Cross the Line, MMA Storyline
Night after night, paeansunplugged
Final Victory, Shilpa Nairy
To Be Continued, parallax
The Next Chapter, one letter UP

See you tomorrow for a new challenge!