Today, I started my Christmas baking. This year, I’m making three different cookies to bundle up and give away. The first, was a batch of “snowdrops”. These are deliciously delicate, studded with pecans and each bite has hints of honey and vanilla and all of that is generously enrobed in powdered sugar.
As I chopped the pecans this morning I couldn’t help but think of one of the first women I ever worked with, Mrs. Moss. Her job growing up in the weeks leading up to Christmas was chopping all the nuts and fruit that her Mama would need for Christmas cakes, cookies and pies. I don’t ever chop nuts and not think of Alice Moss.
I know I’ve shared her story here before and I’m gonna do it again today. She was such a special lady. It’s funny, but along the way, other people’s stories become a part of you. Maybe that’s how we keep them alive, as long as we continue to tell their story, their threads continue to be woven into the tapestry, for their story has become a part of our own story.
The story I shared of Alice’s childhood during Christmas, can be found HERE.
The first part of her story and how she met her husband can be found HERE.
Yesterday was a good day in many respects, but it was a long day. I hadn’t slept very well the night before because a local security alarm went off literally all night. It started just before 1am and didn’t quit till after 6am. I know it didn’t quit till then, because I was downstairs making breakfast and just after six, went to open the curtains and as soon as I peeled them back the alarm stopped. I just rolled my eyes.
So the not sleeping so hot, compounded by the fact that our neighbours are door slammers and they must have been in and out of their house over 20 times yesterday and every single time they left, they kept slamming the door, making everything rattle. Plus I had a long list of tasks to get through and for one reason or another, they just weren’t getting ticked off of my list.
All of that was piled on top of the serious amount of pollen we’re getting at the moment and it had made my voice hoarse and my nose run like a faucet. So I was feeling a little sorry for myself.
Mr. Michie had a late meeting and I walked to meet him after work. It was a lot windier and a lot chillier than I thought it was after I started walking. By the time I realised that, it was too late to turn back for a coat. I was a popsicle by the time we met each other. He kissed me hello and then he slipped off his coat and put it on me and zipped me up in it and all of his warmth inside the jacket was warming me up and suddenly the world felt pretty rosey again.
He did what he always does, what we always do; we take care of each other. It was an act of kindness, of love, of gentlemaness. It was a simple act, but that simple act had turned my day around. In that simple act, I knew that I was home.
This morning, we awoke to the news of another terrorist attack. This one was at our back door, in our beloved London.
Lately, I feel that we need superheroes more than ever. Never doubt their existence. For it was superheroes walking among us, who last night in the onslaught of the attack, ran to people’s aid.
On Friday, we had an afternoon movie date to see the new Wonder Woman film. It was WONDERful! I have long been a Diana Prince fan. I grew up watching the gorgeous Lynda Carter, spin into Wonder Woman over my morning bowl of cereal as a kid.
Personally, I feel that Wonder Woman’s message is one of extreme paramount importance. Her message is that you can be strong and powerful, but kindness and more crucially love are equally valuable qualities to possess.
Therefore, each time we wake up to another atrocity, we must continue to stand strong and walk forward with kindness and love. We will not cower. We will not back down. We will continue forward, for it is the only way to go.
We weren’t very far into this New Year when we heard about what had happened in Turkey. All of their hopes, wishes, dreams and desires for this new year were lost in a cowardly act. I pray that things get better this year, that we hold on to hope and continually strive for the light. For as the great Leonard Cohen said, “There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in”.
May this New Year bring you all many blessings, happiness and love! xx
It feels like pumpkin weather. The mornings are cool and damp. There is a crispness to the air. I’ve been quiet here as of late, because I’m home staying with my sister and helping with the new baby. So I’ve been lost in the world of pumpkins and baby toes and baby smiles and that delicious new baby smell. Happiness is…
This morning after the school run we grabbed some breakfast and now a fresh loaf of bread is rising on the stove. We’re cozied up with cups of tea and all taking turns holding this little bundle of love.
Have a lovely weekend wherever you may be and know if you’re in the throws of Hurricane Matthew like we are, you are in my thoughts. xo
I can’t even bear to turn on the news at the moment. In the past three weeks, I’ve yet to read one happy story. Is this what the world is coming too? Surely there is goodness left, kindness left? The light is stronger than the dark. I believe in that!
Hug someone you love a little tighter today, do small things with love, commit a random act of kindness, make a difference for someone else. I think Burt Bacharach and Hal David said it best, “What the world needs now, is LOVE, sweet LOVE!”
It rained during my walk this morning and I came home drenched! Feeling cold and miserable, I headed up to take a shower and while washing my hair, I heard a loud thump!
When I came downstairs, I saw a pile of mail and a thin cardboard package the postman had shoved through my letterbox and what was inside? Well a birthday gift from one of my dearest girlfriends! She had sent me Susan Branch’s new BOOK!
I hurried into the kitchen, to get the kettle going. I made myself a cup of tea, cut a slice of birthday cake, lit my candles and in the dimness of the morning started to flip through the book. I know it’s cheating to look before you read, but I just couldn’t help myself!
What a lovely surprise and a wonderful way to start the weekend!