For one hour each morning I'm knitting, spinning yarn, sewing, doodling (working towards drawing more), reading for something other than entertainment, gardening, writing, or working on whatever other project I might dream up.
The reality is, I am much more creative in the morning.
By evening I am exhausted.
Sample knit with three different sized needles.
It's not about productivity, but rather creating a space to play.
It makes me happy.
It isn't so much about making everyday but rather about using my most creative time of day differently than I have been.
It's also about commitment.
And it's going so well that I want to add another component, to document what I am working on or exploring each day.
This morning I finished reading Man Without a Country by Kurt Vonnegut.
I’ve never read any of Kurt Vonnegut’s fiction (I just checked out Cat’s Cradle.). Not exactly sure why. About a month ago I stumbled upon the suggestion of his nonfiction book Man Without a Country and was intrigued.
There were so many parts that seemed wise. But this one, this is perhaps my favorite:
“And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’”
For anyone who doesn't follow on Instagram, I shared a video today of a squirrel tearing stuffing out of the couch on my porch. I keep smiling every time I watch it, although I keep worrying that the squirrel could choke. It's amazing what they can stuff in their mouths.
The couch either needed some TLC or to be declared a project not worth pursuing. I think the squirrel has helped make a decision, I'm not going to try to fix it.
Today marks 10 years of blogging. It kind of amazes me.
"Flare up like a flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you, beauty and terror. Just keep going, no feeling is final.... Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by it's seriousness. Give me your hand."
In a round about way, I ended up looking at this recipe for chickpea tofu, also known as Burmese tofu (another recipe, more complex but of interest here). Quick trip to the grocery store for some Garbanzo flour and I had this for lunch:
Chickpea tofu fried in olive oil topped with roasted winter squash and tomato sauce.
More research led me to recipes for panisse and socca, which are pretty much the same thing. Socca is cooked differently, but has the same ingredients.
Bottom line...I will be making this on a regular basis. I'm having all kinds of fun imagining toppings.
It is such a gift how things can be the same and different. It would be a much less interesting world without this.
There should always be moments of joy and time to play.
It was the covered front porch, the potential for garden, the location, that it was an old house, and that the price was right.
I fell in love with my home in January.
It was the slant of the light coming through the windows. As the years have passed I have found that I love the way the light enters this house best this time of year. Certainly it has to do with the orientation of the house. Slightly crooked, Northeast to Southwest.
At the kitchen table:
Things preserved are in season.
Risotto is a perfect thing to add dehydrated vegetables to.
I added an egg to the leftovers and made pancakes/patties/rice burgers?
I also added dehydrated peppers and tomato sauce (also dehydrated, like fruit leather) to the lentils.
It's still very cold out there, one of the coldest winters on record according to the record keepers.
Thinking about common wisdom that comes from observation. Someone commented the other day that this was the coldest, snowiest winter they had seen here. I told her that it seemed to me, it happens about every seven years. The next day I read a news report that this winter pattern happens here about every 8 years...