Hawks and Patience

I'm pretty sure my totem animal is a hawk, but I'm rarely sure how to interpret the message God is sending me when I witness the presence of my totem.  At various points in my life I seem to see hawks flying across my path on a nearly daily basis.  Maybe this is just during a seasonal time of the year when they are more active, but it also seems to be at a time when there is potential for great change in my life.  According to Native American spirituality, hawks are supposed to signal a connection with seeing the big picture through the way they soar above the sky or a connection to an all encompassing spirituality.

I can see the spiritual connection, as I've reaffirmed my beliefs and my steadfastness in believing that God is in all things and all religions. Despite this not being a popular view, I feel solid in my faith and right about how I feel.  Perhaps, the hawk sightings are to signify that my path is acceptable with God.  He is showing me that my beliefs are still a way to honor Him.

However, I feel that the hawks are more related to a possible job prospect I'm waiting to hear back on.  I'd really like to explore this possibility--a new avenue where I feel I could really utilize my talents and creativity. But I've also not wanted to be too disappointed if I don't get the job, so I've had a hard time praying about it.  I've asked God to make happen when he knows is best for me--to lead me along the path that will give me the most fulfillment, but yet in my human heart I want the job.  What is the hawk trying to tell me in relation to this situation?  What is the bigger picture?  What should I be distancing myself from to see all the details?  As I ponder these questions, I incessantly check my email and my voicemail waiting to hear an answer to what path my life will take in the next few weeks and perhaps for several years into the future.  I move forward expecting no change from the current path, but harbor this little energy of excitement in my gut for new opportunities and new challenges.

The waiting is so hard.  We want things to happen on our schedules.  But like life, God doesn't work that way.  This earthly waiting, just to find out if my career path will change, is so similar to how we must wait for miracles in our lives.  Nothing is ever cut and dry and everything is an opportunity to bring us closer to God.  If I had known my answer the day after the interview, would I have spent as much time this past week in prayer?  Would I have noticed the hawks?  Would I have asked God to help me see the bigger picture for my life?  Would I have thanked Him as much for all my blessings?  Waiting slows us down, doesn't it?  There is only so much moving forward that we can do while we wait and in that space, in that silence, we have time that is so rare to just be--the be with ourselves, those around us, and the universe.  I am disciplining myself to not pray for the waiting to be over.  And this is the hardest thing for me to do, but instead I'm pushing myself to pray for God to reveal to me the wisdom to discover the best path for myself at this time in my life. I'm praying to make the most of whatever path I find myself on and thanking God for the security of knowing either way, I'll have a pretty awesome path, because of my love of God and His love for me.

Church Shopping and Today's Awesome Visualization

As I've mentioned before, I'm still wandering around my own personal spiritual path.  A few quotes stand out to me as I forge ahead in this journey.

One:  "Not all who wander are lost."  This is from Lord of the Rings.  And I am far from lost.  In fact, I am more found in my wandering than I ever was when I was trying to conform to a certain set of dogmatic beliefs that represented so little of my heart.  And yet, despite being found, I still wander searching for a spiritual home.

I don't believe a whole lot in the power of tarot cards; however, I do believe in the natural intuition of people who are drawn to reading tarot.  I feel that even without the cards, these people could give you insight about who you are and where you've been.  A good spiritual guide in relation to tarot or palm reading does not tell you where you are going.  Very few people have that gift and it is my belief that if we try to figure out where we are going, God laughs and sends us in another direction.  However, there are people I believe who can offer you insight in regards to the path you have been following and whether or not this is the right path in relation to who you are at this current position in space and time.

Almost two years ago now, I met with one of these such people.  This women has the purest soul I know.  In fact, I worry for her often, because she has the kind of soul that if she is not careful, others could easily suck the life from her.  Thankfully, she is surrounded by people who shelter her soul and lead her to nurture it.  In addition, she nurtures her own soul by caring for the souls of others.  She did a reading for me and with any conversation you have with someone, certain parts hold with you and others fade away.  What sticks with me from the reading was the focus on water.  She said that my life has been very fluid--flowing and adapting from one situation to another and that I'm good at this.  I can flow into a situation and be at home there, like water, molding to fit the environment around me.  But like water, I can also easily flow out of situations and never truly be solid in one place for too long.  She told me that she could sense my desire to have more stability in my life--to be more of a lake instead of a river.

I think this is partially why I desire a church home--that sense of some stability.  And yet, the only true way to stop the flow of water is to freeze it or dam it up.  And thus, I feel that this is also why I have trouble staying with anything too long.  When life or my environment becomes too stable, like the river, I desire new "scenery."  I must flow.

So, it's a dichotomy between my water-like nature--the nature that draws me along a wandering path and a longing in my heart to put some roots down.  She was spot on in that someday sooner rather than later, I do want to learn how to put roots down.  And it will have to be something I learn, because emotionally, it's not really something I have had a whole lot of experience with.  This is probably why I'm scared of commitment.

Two:  And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.  Anais Nin

I see this quote everywhere.  My old "church" used it and the church I attended today had it typed in the bulletin.  And strangely, while it is true for me,  I can't say it really resonates for me.  Yes, I did take a risk in turning away from the traditional church in order to embrace who I really am.  Yes, I did lose in taking this risk, and yet, it was less painful than remaining in a lie.  Still, I want a less ubiquitous quote to represent my process of spiritual awakening.  Maybe, I'll have to create my own.

So, today, I found a church that still prays to God.  Whether that God is a Christian God, The Great Spirit, or The Universe, it doesn't matter to this church in the same way it doesn't matter to me.  This God we pray to is Love and there is more Love to be found in all religions than anything that makes us different.  Still, I need to pray to a God.  I've blogged about this before.  I sense the Spirit in so many things that it is fundamentally impossible for me to deny the existence of God.  And while this church I attended today didn't seem overwhelmingly welcoming (I may be over-reacting a bit.  I was greeted at the door, but I sort of wanted a big hug and a "we're glad you're here!), I did feel perfectly at home in they way they worshiped.

In fact, it's been quite awhile since I've meditated.  I've done brief sessions at the beach or lying in bed at night before I drift off to sleep, but nothing major.  Also, there is something to be said for the power of a group meditation--all the energy can have a really powerful impact.  At my old church, we always had a guided meditation time.  This is a time when I usually tried to channel God's grace and energy down from heaven through my head and out through my heart to others.  I live with the philosophy that "I'm third" in that God is first, others are second, and I'm third, so I always try to pray and offer healing love to others first.  I start with people close to me and then spread out that love to the whole world in an ever enlarging circle.

This is what I tried to do today during the guided visualization and for part of it I was successful, but then a miraculous thing happened.  As always, I could feel God's love and healing channeling down through me, but I couldn't channel it out of my heart to others.  Instead, it cycled within me filling me with this glorious soft yellow warmth.  I got to the point where many yoga students strive to get to--my mind was truly blank--nothing existed beyond this beautiful yellow wave of light in my mind's eye.  But I stood on a cliff not knowing whether to jump into this bliss or try to channel the warm and loving feeling out to others who I know so desperately need God's touch in their lives.  Yet, when I tried again to channel it, I just couldn't.  In fact, it almost intensified the peaceful feeling inside of me.  My breathing slowed and I completely relaxed into the comfort that God offered me in that moment.  Even though I was relaxed, I was a bit scared too; scared that I would be in so much bliss I would actually forget to breathe.  I focused on my breathing and floating so peacefully in the radiating light, fully accepting that while I wanted to offer healing to others, God knew at this time, it was me who needed the healing.  I'm unsure of my malady, but I'm grateful for a Holy Spirit that can recognize our needs and surround us in such blissful healing. 

It's been a long time since I've experienced this level of meditation.  It's very rare for me to get to this state of empty mind meditation, as I'm so often focused on trying to send out healing energy to others.  It is such a blissful state, though, that I do desire to visit this place again.  I have experienced kundalini states several times, which is a much different level of meditation.  I've found that I can reach these states of bliss if I cycle my spiritual energy in sort of a figure 8 pattern with another human nearby or with the Universe.  These states of bliss can be a bit uncomfortable to experience in public as they often make the body twitch or even convulse.  In Eat, Pray, Love, Elizabeth Gilbert mentions coming out of the meditation cave completely disheveled and looking a mess from this sort of experience.  I feel her pain.  And while it such a heavenly experience, I've found that I repress it because of the embarrassing possibilities of experiencing this level of spiritual awaking around others.  I've had to do that during Reiki work and also once during a guided meditation at my old "church."  I think that is why today's experience was so magical.  It was like having the kundalini experience but with all the energy focused between my heart and head rather than my whole body. Beyond the small fear of forgetting to breathe, I could float in that grace in an entirely peaceful and blissful state.  Purely magical!

Note:  I read later that yellow light during meditation is associated with the Earth and groundedness.  Very interesting...very interesting, indeed.

Eating, Praying, and Loving through Michigan, but mostly Eating

I've been reading Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert.  Originally, I had resisted reading this book, because so many women who seem fake and superficial were in love with the book and claiming how much they identified with the character.  Then, when I found out that Julia Roberts would play the author in the movie adaptation, I was furthered turned off.  I'm not sure why I don't like Julia Roberts.  She's not a bad person; in fact, she's a pretty good actress.  I think maybe she's just too perfect me.  In fact, she's sort of the epitome of the women singing the praises on the book.

The book is about a women who comes into her own after being modernly repressed for a big part of her life.  I just don't identify with that sort of self repressed suburban woman, especially when she blames others for her position and yet she is clearly making her own selfish choices.  And then, I also am troubled even more by the women who can't stop singing their own personal praises.  "I run this charity." "I'm on this board." "My child is this close to discovering the cure for cancer!"  ETC!  I'm glad that these strong women do these things and have kids who do awesome things.  I'm proud of their efforts, but I think modesty is to be admired.  These are the kind of women I have a hard time imagining actually have passionate sex or even take a bowel movement.  They're just so flawless.  They run, they have perfect fashion, their husbands are CEO's or poets.  I may be projecting here, because I probably talk more about myself than I should, like these women, as well, but hopefully I don't.  Anyway, I needed a book that would travel easily and so I grabbed the book as I was walking out my door on the way to the Traverse City Film Festival.  Within just the first few pages of reading; however, I knew that I too would identify with the author's journey of self-actualization.  I guess, as a woman, we all share those epiphany moments where we do change and become more of who we are.  Maybe many of the women singing the praises for Eat, Pray, Love deep down really want to be more rough around the edges like me or escape from a repression that they through a series of snowballing choices have found themselves in.

I finished the Italy section of the book while in Traverse City.  I won't go into the details of the book beyond a simple summary.  Basically, in this section, Gilbert walks away from an unfulfilling relationship and spends four months devoted to pleasure and finding herself again.  The culture of Italy speaks to slowness and savoring the good life.  Meals are meant to be shared with good company, enjoying food that has been cooked slowly and with love.  The company can be in the form of that shared with others or with your mind and perhaps a good book.  My company is most often the second option.  The author finds love for herself in savoring these daily feasts.  My summer, with very little obligations, has been a picture of this. I wake slowly.  I spend afternoons in the kitchen making new dishes.  I bike or walk for hours with no particular place to go.  So, naturally, upon finishing the pleasure section of her book, I was feeling the need to at least experience a small taste of the culinary pleasures of Italy.

After choosing an Italian restaurant in Traverse City, I realized I could sort of eat my way through Eat, Pray, Love in Michigan.  She travels to Italy, India, and Indonesia.  My budget prohibits me from traveling the globe right now, but I believe Michigan can offer me some mini-experiences similar to Gilbert's.  So began my first chapter in my quest.

I wandered into Sorelinna, a new Italian restaurant in the downtown area; I didn't know it was new at the time.  At first, I almost walked out.  It was a very hot and muggy day and the first air of the restaurant that greeted me was a bit fishy and not much cooler than the outside.  I wasn't put off by the smell, as I've found many restaurants with a fishy smell tend to smell that way because they are serving good seafood.  As I was set on having a late and slow Italian lunch, I decided to stay.  The hostess settled me into a comfortable booth in the bar area at a window.  The bench even has a cozy throw pillow in case I wanted a nap.

A friendly, but slightly jumbled waiter/bartender took my drink order.  I wanted sangria, since that's my current summer beverage love, but they didn't have it.  I'm okay with that; it's a Spanish drink, not an Italian. So, instead, I settled on cranberry pomegranate martini.  It arrived in a tall glass with an ice cold glass of water.  I placed my order for a Caprese Salad and a rustic Italian sausage pasta dish and sat back to sip my cocktail while I waited for my food.  The salad arrived and it was truly the highlight of my meal--fresh tomatoes, smooth buffalo mozzarella, and a great thick and flavorful balsamic vinegar.  I realized later it was sans basil leaves, but they weren't even missed with the bed of arugula standing in as a green.  So tasty.

The pasta dish was made of thick, seasoned, homemade noodles in a hearty tomato sauce.  Unfortunately, it appealed so greatly to my senses, that I dug in before I thought of taking a picture.  The sauce had a very herby flavor to it and was a tad salty, but still pretty good.  It also was filled with a generous portion of homemade Italian sausage.  I ate all of the savory chunks of meat, but left quite a bit of the pasta and sauce.  I wasn't given bread, which I really think should be standard with any nicer meal, so I asked for some.  Apparently, at lunch time, it only available upon request.  I'm glad I asked, but that just seems a little cheap.  Oh well, not to be bothered.  The bread and an olive oil, herb, and cheese dipping sauce arrived with my glass of house Chianti, that was actually quite good and a dollar off due to it being "happy hour."  Despite the saltiness of the herb blend (I would have used a salt free herb blend) I mopped up lots of the sauce and ate all of the bread.  I nibbled on more of the pasta while I waited to place my dessert order.

That took quite awhile, as the bartender/waiter was engaged with two vocally drunk professionals having a very extended business lunch and some general mid-day in a restaurant kind of business.  I pleasantly picked at my remaining food and eavesdropped.

Of course, when he finally did come around, I ordered the Tiramisu.  In a sweet but slightly OH kind of way, he said, "Oh, you're going all out today!"

I replied, "Sure am!"

If it's possible to be disappointing and quite good at the same time, that was the tiramisu.  It was actually quite delicious, but not really what I would expect.  First it was served in a ramekin and filled to the top of the container.  This made for a generous portion, but would prohibit the diner from adding a shot of Bailey's or other alcohol, which is quite common when eating tiramisu as an after dinner dessert. It also would have made the dessert less than ideal for sharing.  In addition, it was more marscapone that coffee soaked lady fingers.  Still the mascrapone layers melted in my mouth with a delicious creaminess and the coffee-flavored lady fingers melded nicely with the smooth cream.

All and all, it was a slow meal that I enjoyed greatly.  While I did dine alone, I felt part of the restaurant.  I ended up chatting with a few people at the bar and even the owner came over to ask me about my meal.  I left feeling a sense of peace with my season of indulgence and pleasures coming to an end.  I'm eager to enter my personal "India" where I'll be going back to school, not to devote myself to spiritual fulfillment and enlightenment, but a different kind of fulfillment.  A fulfillment where I am serving others and watching young minds grow, find peace with each other, and face new challenges.

Gilbert wrote of how Americans often need to justify their relaxation--be told that they deserve a break.  This was very true for me this summer.  I felt guilty doing nothing--sleeping in, wandering about the house putting things away slowly rather than in a rush to move on to the next task...  At times, I would feel even depressed because I had nothing of purpose I had to do.  But this summer helped me remember that you don't always have to be doing something.  Sometimes you can just sit and be.  Stop and listen...I remember a quote that I heard once, although I don't remember who said it and am surely not quoting it word for word..."no need to travel anywhere, though my imagination, I can travel the world."  I would prefer to travel the world; however, for now I will settle for food, thought, and words to take me to all the places I long to be.

Gathering the courage to make more Indian Food starting with Raita--Indian yogurt condiment

This past weekend I had the pleasure of shopping at Trader Joe's.  I have to travel three hours to get to the nearest store, so whenever I happen to be in Chicago, I always try to take advantage of it and stop at TJ's.  I even made two stops this time.  Unfortunately, they have discontinued my favorite Masala naan...so sad!  It was just such a yummy spicy bread.  I had planned on buying all of their stock and freezing it, but I guess people were just not as fond of it as I am.  Oh well, another recipe to try to figure out how to make.

Anyway, I did pick up some garlic naan, which means, tonight I'm cooking Indian.  I'm going to use a spice mix for Biryani chicken that I picked up at the Indian grocery store in Grand Rapids, Michigan--Spice of Indian.  That should be the easy part of the meal.  But I also want to make a Raita.  This is a yogurt based dish that is a nice compliment to a spicy dish.  I had it for the first time at Pal's Indian Cuisine, also in Grand Rapids.  They serve it with their Biryana.  After searching through the web, I'm not finding a recipe that I'm totally satisfied with.  I've been able to glean some ideas from the variety of recipes, so I'll be putting together these ideas to make my own.  I'll add to this post when I get started.  As of right now, I need to pick up a few ingredients:  English cucumber and Greek yogurt.  I already have an onion, some tomatoes, and hopefully, all the spices I will need.  I'm going to try to use the mint from the spindly plant growing in my garden.

Too be continued...

Good thing I stopped at a friend's to get mint leaves before I went to the store.  When she gave me a giant zucchini from her garden, I realized that I probably would have a few cucumbers growing in my garden.  So, I stopped home first and YEP! I had two cucumbers ready to be picked.  Bonus--So here's the Raita recipe. It turned out super tasty.  I could probably have just eaten that for dinner.  The Biryana was just okay.  I've got to realize that the pre-made spice mixes, even when imported directly from India, are never as good as what it would be if made from scratch.  I've just got to find more confidence in my Indian cooking.  So far everything I've made from scratch: samosas, naan, and now Raita has turned out yummy.  The only pre-made Indian foods that I've found are any good at all are the Kitchens of India brand.  Otherwise, most are just okay at best.  I think the big thing is that when it's made from scratch you can adjust the ingredients to fit your tastes.  That's what I did with the Raita.  I wanted to combine a recipe for onion Raita with cucumber Raita.  I decided to leave out the tomatoes this time as I don't recall ever having it with tomatoes in any Indian restaurants before.

Ingredients that I used (measurements are approximated--that's just how I roll) :
2 cups Greek yogurt
2 cucumbers--peeled, seeds removed (for the most part), and diced
1/4 cup diced onion (I used yellow onion, but pick your favorite)
1 jalapeno--seeds removed and chopped into very tiny pieces
1/2 tsp. minced garlic
1-2 TBS. minced fresh mint leaves--I used scissors to mince these
2-3 TBS. minced fresh cilantro leaves--once again, use scissors
1/2 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. ground cumin
1/8 tsp. ground mustard
dash of tamarind
dash of freshly ground pepper
pinch of white sugar
dash of red pepper

Steps:
1.  Prepare your cucumber and set diced cucumber on paper towel to dry for a bit.  Some recipes say to squeeze it dry, but then to add water to the yogurt to thin it.  I decided to not squeeze the water out of the cucumber and not add water.  I figured the natural moistness of the cucumber could thin the dip a bit.  That seemed to work perfectly.

2.  Dice onion, jalapeno and add to the cucumbers on the paper towel.  Mince your herbs and set those on top.

3.  In the bowl that you'll be serving the Raita, add your yogurt and stir in all your spices and sugar.  When these are spread well throughout the yogurt, stir in your vegetables and fresh herbs.  It will look chunky at first, but it eventually melds together nicely.

4.  Cover and chill in the refrigerator for at least an hour.  Stir before serving.  It gets a little watery on top, but the stirring redistributes everything.

5.  I served mine with garlic naan, and chicken and peas Biryana.  It was really good on top of both the Biryana (which was just okay) and the naan.

I think I'll try tackling Biryana from scratch soon and I'll blog about that.  But just look at the list of ingredients...Can you see why I'm intimidated?

• For the meat: 1kg lamb/ chicken cut into 2" pieces (if using chicken, use breast or thigh fillet)
• 4 large onions sliced thin
• 2 tsps garlic paste
• 2 tsps ginger paste
• 1/2 cup almonds
• 6 tbsps ghee/ vegetable/ canola/ sunflower cooking oil
• 1" stick of cinnamon
• 5 cloves
• 3 pods cardamom
• 8 peppercorns
• 2 tsps coriander powder
• 1 1/2 tsps cumin powder
• 1 tsp garam masala
• 1 cup yoghurt
• Juice of 1 lime
• 1 cup chicken/ beef stock
• 2 tbsps finely chopped coriander leaves
• 2 tbsps finely chopped mint leaves
• Salt to taste
• For the rice: 2 cups Basmati rice
• Hot water
• Salt to taste
• 3 drops orange food coloring (optional)
• 3 drops green food coloring (optional)

Source: http://indianfood.about.com/od/ricerecipes/r/mughlaibiriyani.htm 

Wendell Berry, boredom, blogs, and technology

So a new friend has me thinking about Wendell Berry again.  This evening I decided that I would pull up some old essays I had saved of Wendell Berry's that I thought I might enjoy reading later.  Well, I could only, easily, find one article.  My house contains four bookshelves and often smaller pieces of writing hide between or inside these books.  Believe it or not I gleaned almost fifty books out of my collection last summer, but then added probably twenty-five in the past year.  The collection evolves.  This solitary article happened to be "Why I Am Not Going To Buy a Computer" reprinted in The Sun literary magazine.  The article was originally published in 1987 in a collection of essays titled What Are People For? by the same author.


Irony enters here--as I was just priding myself on finally starting a blog again.  I had one quite awhile ago.  In fact, wrote 175 pages, when copied to a Word document, worth of posts.  But that blog is in my past and we won't revisit its content.  Lately, however, another good friend has been bugging me to start a food blog as I tend to tweak recipes or create my own.  People are always asking me how I did this or that when they sample my food, and I can only sort of remember.  Oftentimes, I have two or three recipes that I'm taking advice from at any given time to make my own recipe.  So my dear friend suggested that if I started a food blog not only would I help others duplicate the dishes they enjoy eating, I would help myself remember exactly what I did to create that particular dish.  Great idea; however, I'm single girl.  I cook, but I don't cook much.  A dish created on Monday can feed me for most of the week.  So, a food blog is just not something I can sustain.  Yet, I do want a record of what I do in the kitchen, so I'll probably have a few food posts here and there.

But back to my point, the desire to journal again has been spurred on by my summer boredom.  As a teacher, my summer is pretty open, but financially I'm limited in what I can do.  A lot of my money recently has gone into my home and toward my family.  Travel is limited, as well, by my part time job that has me working on Mondays and Saturdays.  Mid-week is always open, but the weekends are generally full of work, family, and church.  So, to fill my time, I've decided that I might as well start writing again.  I've been a writer intermittently all my life and am currently working on a novel.  I can't say I love writing, but it is something that I must do for survival.  I can live without it for bouts of time, but the need to write always resurfaces.  In school, I used to write everything out by hand with a pen in a spiral bound notebook and then later type my writing for submission.  I maintained this method of writing and journalling until well after college, but then slowly the ease of typing replaced this hard-copy first method.  '

Lately, I've struggled with how best to preserve my writing.  The ease of technology had definitely won me over in regards to the production of writing, but I fear losing my writing as technology progresses.  I still have several 3 1/2 inch floppy disks with writing on them from my college years, writing that I will probably never see again.  The paper copies of other pieces; however, still endure.  Currently, my novel exists on a flash driver, on my hard drive, and somewhere in email space, but even that doesn't seem like enough.  Should I be printing copies of the novel after every few pages I write?  Wendell Berry talks about the environmental impact of powering countless computers for writers when the same work could be done by a manual typewriter.  But would I write as much using this form?  The last entry in my handwritten journal is a over a year old.  Still, using this new blog as a way to journal, what is the permanence of this?  Will someone stumble over my blog upon my death like they will my old journals?  No-one will ever hold the pages in their hands, turn each page of words, and wonder about me.  I've never really thought about the environmental impact of writing as Wendell does, but I did do an online quiz last year that showed me that to support the way I live it takes enough resources for four people.  (I think this is the link for that quiz http://www.myfootprint.org/) That seems pretty selfish!  So, thanks, Wendell, not only must I now consider how to best preserve my writing, I must also consider if it's getting in the way of living as simply as possible.

For now; however, I'm drawn to the keyboard.  My words are flowing after a long drought, and I feel that relief that comes from scratching an itch--almost pleasurable.  I'll work on the figuring out the best way to not lose these thoughts to our too quickly advancing world of technology.  Honestly, I think it's time to purchase an external hard drive; hopefully, there is at least a decade or so before that type of storage become obsolete.  Maybe an old fashioned 3-ring binder of printed pages would also be a viable back up system.

Jalapenos in the Garden

Too say I am a lazy gardener is an understatement:  I plant plants, not seeds; I water daily; and I weed occasionally--very occasionally.  But despite my lack of effort, the garden still produces miniature bounties.  It seems that after the first vegetable comes into being, a waterfall of veggies follow.  So last week, the first zucchini did not just pop into existence, it exploded, growing from a peachy yellow flower to the size of a small child's arm in the one week I was camping.  It was joined by two yellow peppers and several green tomatoes just crying out for the sun to tan their skin red.

Sometimes, I even forget what I've planted. These treats, these surprise vegetables, are what I enjoy the most--tiny treasures offered by the garden as a "thank you" for the very little I do to foster its growth.  I once heard a quote, I believe it's from The Talmud, that stated that every blade of grass has a tiny angel above it whispering "grow, grow, grow."  I believe my plants also have these angels, because they couldn't do it with just me.  Thank you, God, for allowing me the gift of plants growing in my backyard, plants that offer me delicious nutrition simply for giving them a place to grow.

Today's surprise was two jalapenos hiding under an overhanging tomato plant.  My brain instantly had them roasting on the grill stuffed with cream cheese and wrapped in bacon.  Yum.  It also reminded me of this poem I wrote a few years back after another visit to the garden.  It's based on a poem by one of my favorite poets, William Carlos Williams, who wrote "This is Just to Say." That poem, I believe is one of the most romantic poems of all time.  This poem is based on his poem "so much depends" about a red wheelbarrow sitting in the rain.

My Poem for William Carlos Williams

so much depends

upon a sharp

knife,

clean dishes,

fresh tomatoes

picked from the garden

last night.

Obviously, I've been repressing my need to write, as I've popped out three entries in the last few days, and I have quite a few topics spinning around in my head.  My handwritten journal may feel neglected, but the ease of typing my thoughts is over-riding my pen.  In fact, I have a blog about that coming up soon.

Intelligence vs. Faith

Faith is definitely something that has been on my mind often these days.  It perplexes me how I can't even date certain people because of how I believe, either in my refusal to bend to their faith or their refusal to allow me space for mine.  Some days I so strongly want to be one of those people who follows with blind faith, but yet there is something about me that gets in the way.  This is where I question whether it is my curious intelligence that questions everything, that wants to research, and find the hard truth.  Or, is this questioning some sort of temptation, some sort of evil at work in my life pulling me away from the true path to God.  Maybe, faith, for me, would be easier in a different location of the world, where I would see less paradoxes in what it means to be a Christian as defined by people in my neck of the woods.  So, today, I'm going to list a few of the paradoxes I see locally in people who claim to be strong in their beliefs and good Christians.  I'm not signalling any one person out; these are just general things that I have observed.  These are the type of things that have pushed me away from the traditional Christian church, because buying into these beliefs would tear apart my heart.

• Many local Christians are Anti-Immigration and anti-welfare--refusing to share our bountiful resources here in the United States--I know that our system is not perfect, but it seems to me The Bible tells us to share and to not discriminate.  James Chapter 2 talks much of our responsibility to the poor as Christians.  I'm afraid that when we close in on what we have and keep it to ourselves not only does it cut us off from each other, but it cuts us off from God, for where believers dwell in community of all types we find God.
• Homophobia--I have so many problems with this....by condemning someone's behavior you automatically turn them away from the Church.  I do not believe that being gay is a sin, but even if you do believe that it is a sin being discriminatory to someone who is gay is completely wrong.  We are all sinners; they simply have the unfortunate curse of their "sin" being more public.  We all have jealousy, most of us where not virgins when we entered the covenant for marriage, we covet what we don't have, we've lied, the list continues.  In being human our nature is sinful, yet through the grace of God we are forgiven.  Why is it, then, that humans, sinners, should be the ones to judge which sin is better or worse?  I guess, in a way, isn't this judgement also a sin?
• Mission work and evangelism--I don't understand why doing good has to be dependent on converting non-believers to Christians.  Why can't we just do good things for people and thus model what it is to be a Christian without pushing it on people?  If they see glory in our beliefs, then we can be there to help guide them along.  I can't come to terms with only giving food to people after they've sat through the Bible School message.  Just be good to them.  In addition, it hurts me to see Christians condemning other religions, when there is so much beauty and wisdom to be found in other religions that also recognize a supreme and good higher power.  We should learn from these faiths, rather than condemn what we either do not know or do not understand due to our own ignorance.  We don't have to embrace them, but we should at least honor them as another expression of faith.  Through modelling this, maybe we could have more harmony in the world.
• Stewardship of the Earth--I don't understand why so many Christians feel that the Earth can be used and misused and that what they are doing doesn't hurt the Earth.  I was once told that if you believe in Global Warming, you support the anti-Christ!  That statement doesn't even make sense.  How are the two concepts even connected?  Why is it anti-Christian to support scientific understanding of changes in our atmosphere?  In a way, I almost think it's a sin to not recycle and try to conserve our resources.    As the Lord teaches us that our body is a temple and should be treated as such...isn't the Earth the Lord's temple and shouldn't it also be honored in the same way?  Look around at all the beauty and resources we have on Earth...Aren't these direct gifts from God?  Aren't we called to be stewards of all that he blesses us with?  Wouldn't this make sense for us love and honor God's Earth in the same loving way we honor him?

• These things lead me to the common belief that Jesus's death gives us a free ticket to heaven.  I don't believe that faith alone wins us the grace of God.  I believe that is only part.  I also believe that we must strive to be good people.  God calls us to be like Him....we fail, yes, but we should always strive.  I also believe that people who strive for goodness in the world, but may lack faith, will have a chance to know God, even if it's not in this lifetime.  I don't believe that most of the world is condemned to a fire-y eternity, simply because they were not born Christian or believe in God a different way.

I don't know how to come to terms with my beliefs.  All I know is that I believe in a good God--a God that leads science, understanding, wisdom, and even curiosity.  I don't believe I'm a bad person by questioning.  I feel that in a way I'm being lead by God to do more research, to find more commonalities, to find an inner peace between the influence God has on my intelligent brain and my compassionate hungry-for-faith heart.

I would just pray that I as I move through this exploration of faith, the people I love would give the me the grace to undertake this personal journey on my own terms and a love me now matter how I come out, as I love them just the same.

My next blog will be something much lighter--possibly I'll write about writing or maybe my exploits in baking.