... Because everything I learned about living a good life, I learned in my kitchen.

I won't always show you recipes, because I don't measure. You can't really measure life, so how can I teach you that?

On our journey I will share stories of self-reflection as we cook and reminisce. The kitchen remains to be my "hall of epiphanies" . Stay with me as we explore the depths of our cooking pots, and of our soul...



Monday, December 9, 2013

A teachable Spirit...



I have a lot of time off this December. Come to think of it, I have most of the month off. I saved my vacation time out of habit. 
For many years, I was used to saving my days off in case my daughter had a medical emergency.  It's a blessing that for 2 years now, she hasn't had anything serious.  For 2 Decembers in a row, I've had the chance to just slow things up a bit and download all of the feelings and life lessons that I've been blessed enough to experience during the year.

Today is a very cold, overcast day were I live.  The air is crisp and even in the warmth of indoors my nose is cold and pink.  Tall Pine trees glisten with frosted diamonds everywhere.

This is the first day in such a long time that I woke up with absolutely nothing to do for the entire day.  That's a pretty neat feeling.

I opened my eyes and prayed as I always do.  I begin each day with gratitude and count my blessings.  I've also learned to expect each day to become an array of wonderful moments and sweet surprises.
"..Go out in Joy and be led forth in Peace." - Isaiah 55:12

I asked myself how I envisioned this day to turn out.  All I wanted to do was to slip into a big comfy sweater, soft jeans and furry boots.  A hot cup of black coffee in hand, at the library just letting my thoughts flow through me.  ...And here I am, doing exactly that.




One of the things that I've learned to pray for is to become a "teachable spirit".  Too often in my life I tried to stay away from negative experiences or people.  Looking back, I learned important things from each of them.

Now, I pray for the wisdom to navigate through those experiences but also to learn from them. For me, it feels like an on-going effort to be transformed by the renewing of my mind.  Every day and under different circumstances, I have to almost re-train my thoughts to look for the best in others and in myself.

I always approached life with a plan and strategy.  Yet, the more profound my faith becomes, the more I depend on the Lord unveiling the steps of my path moment by moment, in His divine time.  That's one of the hardest things for me to do, because it means that I have to relinquish my sense of control.  It also means that I have to choose to be patient.  The right things for me will come at the right time, and whatever is not right will slip away regardless of how I may try to hold onto it. 

Faith is a commitment.  It means that you patiently expect what you dream of with an open heart, knowing that your joy will manifest even if not at the present moment.  Your moment will come.

Now, when faced with a decision, I merely pray and open my heart.  I try my best to treat others how I would want to be treated.  That doesn't always work, however.

I've learned that we can try to control our own actions, circumstances and thoughts.  When you add another human being into the mix, you're adding in variables that remain out of your control.  That's humanity.  We're all on this journey trying to do the best that we can.

Sometimes we cause others pain.  Sometimes it's cast upon us.  At some point we have to make a decision about it.  It's easy to know how we feel, but it's so much harder to determine what to do about it.


When the light of this life is extinguished, do we want to look back and know that we lived by principle, and worried about how others see us?  Or do we want to reflect on a life lived with love, support and that positively touched the lives of others?

I choose the latter.








A family of 2...

It's funny how life turn out sometimes, no?

I am such a "family" person.  I'm in my happiest state when surrounded with the people that I love, just doing the simplest things.  I love to just "be" and share the same space with a loved one. 

I grew up with a family and grandparents that I love so much.  My family members all had a deep influence on who I became, and how I appreciate life and my culture.

Sometimes, I feel badly that my daughter doesn't have that connection or those influences, immediately around her.  I moved away and made a life for us here because I thought it would be a wonderful place to raise a daughter.  She is surrounded by nature, has excellent educational opportunities and is exposed to a slower and more peaceful way of life.

Is it worth it?  I grew up in the hustle and bustle of New York City, in one of the worst neighborhoods in the Bronx, but I turned out pretty okay.  My parents kept me as safe as they could and instilled values in me to more than make up for what I was seeing all around me.  I had a lovely childhood, with wonderful memories.

What really brought it home for me was this past Thanksgiving.  We had a lot going on and were unable to travel down to spend the holiday with family.  I know how much she enjoys Thanksgiving so I decided to make a big dinner, with all the fixings, for just her and I. 

We were invited to spend the holiday with friends, and I considered it.  Ultimately, I decided to stay at home, with just my daughter and I.  Why?  Because I wanted to instill in her that although we are just  2, we are still a family.  A family of two. 

We had a good time chatting together while we were cooking, and we kept up our traditions.  For me, that was the most important part, that we were able to do that together.

As a parent, we can only hope that what we teach our children, and share with them, will be remembered. We can only do our best as parents.  One of the best gifts my mother has given me, is that she always talked to me.  She talked to me about everything and anything.

In so many ways, she prepared me for life.  There were times that I didn't completely understand what she was trying to get across to me, but later in life it made sense.  Because she talked to me, I was prepared. I didn't always end up doing things as she had recommended, but I had the valuable insight she offered to me, from experience, to prepare me to make strong choices when the time came. 

Last Tuesday night, we were having one of our usual "kitchen chats" as I cleaned up after dinner.  My daughter asked me why I'm strict.  

I took a sec or two to see how I could best explain. I told her that as much as I love her and feel responsible to her and for her, I feel the same love and accountability to the 23 yr old, 36 yr old, 53, 65 &  88 yr old person that she will one day become.  It's my job to love and protect all of those stages of her future self, even if she's not worried about them at the moment. I am. I care. 

You could SEE the light bulb come on over her head, she smiled and got up and gave me a hug. We talked some more. I think she gets it.


I pray that when my time comes, I made a difference in her life the way that my Mom has made a difference in mine.