To me it seems to be that the earth likes to remain clothed. Us humans want to do all we can to get the bare and naked earth. But the earth keeps on doing it's best to cover over the nakedness. Have you ever wondered about that? That the earth wants to be clothed?
Also the variety of weeds. I don't feel happy pulling up weeds - rather like doing a dis-service and that there has got to be a better way. Maybe cutting down the tops - so that the fertile green "herbs" will once again be of use to Mother Earth. To me the way God intended it to be.
And what about those weeds that really are "bad" that are ones that seem to take-over wherever we look. Well it's pulling them out and burning them or putting them in your green re-cycling for the Council to deal with.
Wednesday, 2 September 2015
Monday, 17 August 2015
Responsibility
Being the oldest in a family of over half a dozen children means you have a different mind-set to those that are younger. Looking out for them is one thing but taking the blame is quite another.
I re-call one of my sisters being the age of 5 and I myself was 10. She had done some minuscule thing that I took offense to and went with the drama to my mother. Of course it was noted that I was twice her age. Ah, the responsibility of being the eldest!
So with age that never catches up you are always in the responsible position growing up - never able to be relaxed from that? Or can you be? Does God want you to finally learn that the responsibility is His and you had been taught all along to take more on your young shoulders than ever ought to be? There is Freedom in that! If we aren't taught to put God first in our lives we bear the brunt - more than we normally would sadly. It broke my shoulders - trying to bear the burden of what "I had to do" or was taught to do.
Once my mother had to go quickly out of the house with one of my younger siblings. I thought "I wil help my mum". I somehow got the wood stove started. I put a whole half or whole cabbage in a pot and there - I had dinner ready. I was a responsible person very early on. Grin - mum got back just in time to save the "whole cabbage".
I re-call one of my sisters being the age of 5 and I myself was 10. She had done some minuscule thing that I took offense to and went with the drama to my mother. Of course it was noted that I was twice her age. Ah, the responsibility of being the eldest!
So with age that never catches up you are always in the responsible position growing up - never able to be relaxed from that? Or can you be? Does God want you to finally learn that the responsibility is His and you had been taught all along to take more on your young shoulders than ever ought to be? There is Freedom in that! If we aren't taught to put God first in our lives we bear the brunt - more than we normally would sadly. It broke my shoulders - trying to bear the burden of what "I had to do" or was taught to do.
Once my mother had to go quickly out of the house with one of my younger siblings. I thought "I wil help my mum". I somehow got the wood stove started. I put a whole half or whole cabbage in a pot and there - I had dinner ready. I was a responsible person very early on. Grin - mum got back just in time to save the "whole cabbage".
Wednesday, 5 August 2015
Rosemary for Remberance
Rosemary where I am here in Australia is fairly easy to grow. It is a symbol of remembrance for many. It is even claimed that the fragrance can increase one's memory. I wonder.
In my early 20's I would leave the toaster (those 2 door things - not a pop up toaster) or the iron on. My short term memory for some reason wasn't that crash hot.
And so I learned - if I happen to leave a pot on longer than it should (this has happened many number of times) that Rosemary came to the rescue. How? Well I put it under the griller to grill for about 2 minutes (not forgetting!) and the scent that changed my house from one of burning to the sweet odor of Rosemary was wonderful. A herbal gift indeed!
In my early 20's I would leave the toaster (those 2 door things - not a pop up toaster) or the iron on. My short term memory for some reason wasn't that crash hot.
And so I learned - if I happen to leave a pot on longer than it should (this has happened many number of times) that Rosemary came to the rescue. How? Well I put it under the griller to grill for about 2 minutes (not forgetting!) and the scent that changed my house from one of burning to the sweet odor of Rosemary was wonderful. A herbal gift indeed!
Friday, 31 July 2015
At the Beginning
I start this Blog with the Spiritual in mind. Here - I plan to cover my Lifestyle - whether - the kitchen I love to produce a meal in, the garden that I see as a source of inspiration, the clothing with a sense of style, creative things or people, experiences and the environment that I learn from.
My faith in God started ---- I can hardly re-call --- but was when I was about 6 years old and when my mother sent myself and one of my younger sisters to Sunday School. I re-call the lovely face of this faith-filled school teacher who was responsible for helping to plant the seed of faith.
To her I am truly grateful.
I have heard of a book called "Strong Fathers, Strong Daughters." What I wonder happens to those daughters who have weak Fathers? Have I done this book a dis-service having never read it. The father I have here on earth I would class as not strong. And not a lot of time in my life. Very little - sadly. But enough of things sad. I do not take a lot of time for that. We all have sad times. A common thing in all of our lives. To me - my God is the strong Father. And that does me "enough".
My blog will cover my experiences that come with being one of a large family, my findings in everyday life, my weaknesses and strengths and my hope and inspiration for others.
My faith in God started ---- I can hardly re-call --- but was when I was about 6 years old and when my mother sent myself and one of my younger sisters to Sunday School. I re-call the lovely face of this faith-filled school teacher who was responsible for helping to plant the seed of faith.
To her I am truly grateful.
I have heard of a book called "Strong Fathers, Strong Daughters." What I wonder happens to those daughters who have weak Fathers? Have I done this book a dis-service having never read it. The father I have here on earth I would class as not strong. And not a lot of time in my life. Very little - sadly. But enough of things sad. I do not take a lot of time for that. We all have sad times. A common thing in all of our lives. To me - my God is the strong Father. And that does me "enough".
My blog will cover my experiences that come with being one of a large family, my findings in everyday life, my weaknesses and strengths and my hope and inspiration for others.
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