summer is not quite here. but sipping on this drink out on the porch during these sunny denver days, it certainly feels like it already is.
equal parts sotol, lillet, orange liqueur, lime juice. shake well with ice. strain into glass (salted rim optional but highly encouraged).
- 3 eggs
- 1 1/4 cup milk
- 3/4 cup flour
- 3 T sugar
- 3 T butter (melted)
- 1/2 t salt
mix in order given until smooth. put small amount on a buttered griddle. they should be paper thin. flip when it starts to lightly bubble. keep warm in oven. serve with lingnonberry sauce and/or maple syrup and/or yogurt and/or peanut butter and/or strawberries. i prefer all of the above.
(obviously, i’m a bit behind on publishing photos i’ve taken.)
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
—kahlil gibran, on children
thank you for sharing this, feeding the soil.
and the winner of the huckleberry coffee giveaway is…MLD (which is my mama!) who said that she really admires wordsmiths. random.org picked #4 out of my drawing of 8 entries. thanks for commenting and i’ll have another giveaway next month (my birthday month!).
my dear ramona,
love your family. we are weird. we are flawed. we will say the wrong things. we will embarrass you. we will fight. but we love you. we will always let you be you and we will always listen to you. we are celebrating you every single day. take advantage of this wide support system you have in your parents, your grandparents, your aunts and uncles, your cousins.
love people, as you love yourself. people are fun! get to know them. all sorts of them. don’t let appearances or backgrounds necessarily get in the way of getting to know and love others. treat them well and you will open up for yourself a community of beings that will teach you so many different things. not everyone will love you back but that’s not the point and don’t let that hold you back. it doesn’t always happen exactly when you want, but love people honestly and you will make good and faithful friends.
love creatures, too. treat animals with respect and honor their lives by being conscious of and thankful for the gifts they are giving you with their bodies. pet them, feed them, talk to them, care for them. you will learn a lot by watching a brood of hens or a tribe of goats. and the quiet time and fresh air is good for your health and well-being.
love hard work. choose something you love and go after it ferociously. people say to find the thing you love to do for free and then find a way to get paid for it. i tend to agree with these people. but it won’t always be easy so be ready to fall in love with working working working at it. you will get rejected, you will make mistakes, you will fail. this is ok. usually, when these things happen, it helps you redirect or refocus your work. success does not usually look like your original goal. be flexible. but love what you do.
love excellence. love craft. love the underdog. love details and the big picture. love moving your body and jumping and dancing and singing. love the quiet and what you discover in moments of prayer and mediation. love the written word.
love deeply. too many people are too careful with love. they hoard it for the “right” moment. it is of my opinion that these people miss out. do not be afraid to love.
love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.
love yourself and know that you are loved.
i love you.
love, mama
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read other letters to ramona bean over here, here, here, here, and here.
this post is done in collaboration with sakura bloom. the sling i am wearing is the simple linen in wheat. the beautiful photos are by lashley rhodes.
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