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Sunday, 29-Feb-2004 00:00 Email | Share | | Bookmark
Happy Leap Year Day! And Thank You, Jeff & Claudia!

Hi Jeff & Claudia (and Oscar & Lucy)...
We loved your OR treats, esp. those balls of choco-hazelberries!
The next day, T picked one up from the floor (or so he thought).
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''We're going to Denny's for breakfast, a buffet for lunch, and a steakhouse for dinner,'' she said. ``They all give free dinners to leap year birthdays. I mean, you can't beat that.'' ~Source

There is justice in the world, after all... Today is that extra day that makes 2004 a Leap Year.


Yesterday, T brought in a package that was delivered and left on our front porch. It was from our friends, Jeff and Claudia, up in Oregon.

Do you know about Oregon's "official" nut? We were soon to learn that it's not Jeff. He's their "unofficial" nut. The "official" nut of Oregon is the hazelnut. That crunchy brown nut, also known as a filbert, with that rich, buttery, sophisticated taste.

In short order, we became very intimate with Oregonian hazelnuts. Under the brown packaging and plaid wrap was a boxful of Oregonian treats: bars of chocolate laced with hazelnuts; balls of chocolate-covered hazelnuts; hazelnut toffee; a hazelnut pancake mix with marionberry syrup; salted hazelnuts and raspberry and marionberry perserves and Oregon salmon. It felt like Christmas in February!

Well, within seconds, we downed the hazelberry chocolate bar. Yum! It was quickly followed by the uniquely delicious balls of chocolate-covered hazelnuts, accompanied by a good read of Central Oregon with lots of gorgeous scenery pictures.

We are easily tempted by pristine scenes... and Oregon's state treasure, the hazelnuts. Won't be long, I think, before we're up there visiting our friends. Their gift box was better than anything from Harry and David's in December!

Thank you, dear friends!

>> Friday 13-Feb-2004: Jeff and Claudia Arrive!
>> Saturday 14-Feb-2004: Valentine's Day Up in the Mountains & Ed's 90th Birthday

Saturday, 28-Feb-2004 00:00 Email | Share | | Bookmark
Flowers from Gylene

"Angels are students in Heaven and teachers on Earth."
"We are, each of us angels with only one wing; and we can only fly by embracing one another..."~ Luciano de Crescenzo

I am battle weary, having fought the symptoms, albeit waning, of the Fujian flu for going on two months now. Recovery, while steady, has been slow, and its last vestiges of fatigue, a congested chest and persistent cough, are tenaciously stubborn. And last week, allergies added insult to injury.

All of February, I was well enough to not stay at home, as there are those who depend on me being at work for their livelihoods, as well those for whom I provide direct services. I do not have the luxury of staying home full-time to nurse this flu right out of me.

Those February days never felt so long. Trudging through them, I found my biggest challenge came at day's end when I would stave off the deep exhaustion setting in by mustering and willing every bit of inner reserve to keep on doing my best.

Whining and boo-hooing is not my style, but my stoicism was fraying. My brave front was crumbling. Inwardly, I'd find myself plaintively observing: "I am soooooo tired..." These words would later find expression only to one person, T, my husband and confidante, in the privacy of our home.

Last Thursday evening was heading South for me, when Gylene came by. It has been said: "People may not remember exactly what you did or what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel."

I shall always remember how Gylene made me feel: She made me feel cherished as a friend. She made me feel blessed to have a friend as dear and thoughtful as she. Her ebullient spirit lifted my flagging spirits, and I was recharged by her galvanic presence.

We went on and on, as friends do, chatting away, remembering Beulah, getting caught up with our all-too-busy lives, and making plans for the next Read-Aloud, a reading promotion program that brings volunteer readers into our local schools.

This photo will help me remember that evening. Like pulling a rabbit out of a hat (she is a master showwoman), she surprised me with this most glorious of bouquets. The stargazers and lush ranunculus blooms brought me such cheer and a timely brightness in contrast to last week's dark and stormy days.

Forget the aspirins, antibiotics, decongestants and antihistamines, the best tonic of all was the lovingkindness of a true friend. Gylene MADE me feel better! She gave loft to my crumpled wings, and I feel like I can fly again.

"Did I ever tell you you're my hero? You're everything I wish I could be, I can fly higher than an eagle, 'cause you are the wind beneath wings."
~ From the song by Bette Midler, from one of my favorite movies, Beaches.

Friday, 27-Feb-2004 00:00 Email | Share | | Bookmark
Photo Challenge 13: Food

A Mickey Tart
Brennan's Red Velvet Cake -- Yum!
My favorite dinner: T's best-ever, home-made spaghetti!
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The photo challenge is on here.

The subject is food, one of my all-time favorite subjects.

Thursday, 26-Feb-2004 00:00 Email | Share | | Bookmark
Silky Voices: A-smooth-as-silk way to start my day...

Teresa Bright: With a silky voice that soothes and caresses.
Margo Timmons: "With the voice like silk" ~Juli
This morning, on The Desktop thread in the Community forum, I was reminded by fellow fotopager, Juli, how much I love silky voices. Describing one of her desktop fotos, Juli wrote, "Margo Timmins with the voice like silk." This piqued my interest and I commented:

I too was curious about the voice as smooth as silk (that Juli mentioned)...and indeed, after I searched for a clip of her voice on Amazon, Margo Timmins of the Cowboy Junkies has it! Most distinctive. Thanks for sharing.

There is a marvelous Hawaiian singer, ALSO with a voice of silk. Her name is Teresa Bright. Click here and listen to Nani Kaua`i for a visceral reaction (or as we say in Hawai`i, chiiiiiiicken skin!). A different genre from Margo's, perhaps, but silky and heavenly, nonetheless.

For a Teresa sampler with incredible treats for silky-voice lovers, click here. Hard to imagine, but Teresa even makes the Hawaiian War Chant sound silky!

Such gifts bestowed upon these women, and now to our ears.

* Photos above are from TB's album cover and from MT press. I do not claim authorship of either.

>> Another interesting site that Juli's entry pointed me to: http://terraserver-usa.com/

Wednesday, 25-Feb-2004 00:00 Email | Share | | Bookmark

A praying angel on my book shelf.
A Hindu "Namaste"
A Thai "Wai"
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"I honor the place in you
where the whole universe resides.
I honor the place in you
of love, of light, of truth, of peace.
I honor the place in you, where,
if you are in that place in you,
and I am in that place in me,
there is only one of us."

Namaste is a beautiful word, so simple and meaningful. It means "The divinity in me greets (or salutes) the divinity in you!" The meaning of Aloha and Namaste are virtually identical. Click here for the true meaning of Aloha.

Namaste is not only a word, it is also a gesture of greeting or acknowledgement, expressed by pressing two hands together and holding them near the the heart with the head gently bowed as one says, "Namaste."

Fortunate to work in a multicultural area, I serve people of every race, of myriad ethnicities, and from all walks of life. My life has been greatly enriched by this diversity.

I rarely shake hands with those I serve. Although I have never refused a handshake, with small, delicate hands, I sometimes find a large hand thrust in front of me, Western style, ominous. Powerful handshakes can be darn painful. In Hawaiian fashion, I prefer to "honi" them. I gently "hug" with my face close to theirs in a kind of sharing of "ha" (cosmic breath), which is mana, prana, or qi, depending on your culture.

Sometimes, if they are older than me and from the old country (from Japan, Korea, or China), I bow deeply and respectfully, eyes turned to the ground.

Yesterday, a Thai greeted me in her country's tradition with palms pressed together in a graceful prayerlike gesture known as a wai accompanied with the bowing of the head. Bowing back, I returned the wai. Later in the day, a Hindu namaste'd me. Putting my hands together and slightly bowed my head and shoulders, I namaste'd back.

Each was such a simple and elegant gesture that honors the sacred in each person. A day later, the beauty of their gestures linger, and I find myself learning more about them and writing about them here to remember and acknowledge them...and you: <wai><namaste>

>> Learn about Wai here.
>> Learn more about Namaste here.

Addendum: Tippy is my co-worker and she added to my knowledge of wai. She is Thai, born and raised in Thailand for her most of her early childhood before coming to America. She briefed me on the finer points of wai. An older person of one generation does not wai back a younger person of another generation, as doing so "shortens the older person's life." As examples, children wai their parents, but parents do not wai their children. It is very okay for contemporaries of the same generation to wai one another.

Since Tippy could be my daughter, she wai'd me. Such a graceful wai it was!

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