A man and a woman pretend to be white ice / Three men at the lavender door are closed in by the storm / With strong prejudice and money to buy the green pines / One weekend fisherman and blue painters watch
The month of January has been hard, but not as hard as December. The cold weather has finally set in and it wears me down as cold weather does. But there have also been good things. I’ve been taking an intensive course on International Maternal and Child Health which has been enjoyable, I have submitted my study abroad application for next year, and come April, I will be costuming a new show, as lead designer. Things are looking up though there is still a of of winter left to go. I only have one more week of classes before my week off, I want to make it a good one.
I’m starting valentines now in the hopes that I might finish them on time this year 🙂 My focus right now is on the language of flowers I’m primarily using Kate Greenaway’s “Language of Flowers” but I’ve also heard good things about “The Language of Flowers” edited by Miss Ildrewe
On the topic of Valentine’s Day, there’s also this link to instructions on how to make roses out of hard candy (which is exactly my kind of crazy) and a Red Velvet Fudge recipe
On the topic of fudge, now I want to make German Chocolate Fudge because it sounds amazing
For other food, things I want to make include, semolina pudding (which I remember from my childhood), this breakfast panzanella (I am literally always up for panzanella and have I mentioned how amazing Molly Yeh’s photography is?) and this recipe for sarson ka saag which I have never heard of before
On a completely different topic, I’ve started bullet journalling for real (as in I now know what it’s called). Sites I’m really loving for inspiration are Blue Paper Trail, Without Elephants, Boho Berry and Tiny Ray of Sunshine.
Poem of the Week:
Next Time Ask More Questions
Naomi Shihab Nye, 1952
Before jumping, remember
the span of time is long and gracious.
No one perches dangerously on any cliff
till you reply. Is there a pouch of rain
desperately thirsty people wait to drink from
when you say yes or no? I don’t think so.
Hold that thought. Hold everything.
When they say “crucial”—well, maybe for them?
Hold your horses and your minutes and
your Hong Kong dollar coins in your pocket,
you are not a corner or a critical turning page.
Wait. I’ll think about it.
This pressure you share is a misplaced hinge, a fantasy.
I am exactly where I wanted to be.
Copyright © 2015 by Naomi Shihab Nye. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 9, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets.
This week is the last week of classes before finals and so I have been caught up in the whirlwind of it all. I have a great many things to do, but not more than it is possible to manage which stands out in stark contrast to my midterm exams. If anything it is the life tasks pulling me under rather than the school tasks. I am eagerly looking forward to the end of this semester which has been hard and unpleasant in even more ways than I anticipated. I’ve been considering trying to take an online class overlapped with my other classes in order to better prepare myself for what I need to do in terms of extra work outside of regular enrollment but I’m concerned that 5 classes and two jobs may be too much. Luckily I have a little bit of time before I have to decide. The future looks bright and I can’t wait to get there.
Marvel and ESPN have joined forces and it’s pretty great! Plus I was happy to discover many of my favorites (subjects and artists) made the list.
NPR’s book concierge is out and I’m really happy about because more books are just what I need.
It’s gift season. I’ve been looking at this general homemade gift board and this weekend knitting and crochet one
I’m really attached to the idea of making molten halva lava cakes when I get home for the holidays, my family will likely be less enthused.
Poem of the week
I am taking the morning off today, to eat sugary scones and think about nothing. After a few weeks of uncharacteristic warmth, the cold has finally hit with a vengeance. I’ve been thinking about the future this week, about what I want and where I’m trying to go. I have many things to be grateful for this week (and every other week), my family, my friends, my opportunities. This will be a week of celebrations.
These cloth tissue packs are simple but what a great idea
I want a yarn bowl for Christmas. I love this one but with my life, ceramic might be out of the question
It’s cookie season! My friends all tease me about being a snob with my “all natural” ramen and dislike of Kraft Mac and Cheese but when it comes to childhood favorites all bets are off (case in point: raspberry ribbon pie). I grew up in church basements and school bake sales and I am not above ooey-gooey cake mix bars.
Poem of the Week
For the first time in weeks I feel like I might actually almost be on top of what I need to get done going into this week.
I’ve been thinking about tragedy probably more than I should in light of the deaths in Paris and the bombings in Beirut and everywhere else where people are losing their lives to senseless violence. There is no antidote to senseless violence but if there was, I would imagine that it would be purposeful kindness. With that in mind, I am resolved to do my part to be kind even when it is hard and perhaps especially then.
I’m planning Thanksgiving dinner this week. It’ll be quiet this year, just three of us. I’m planning on making whole roasted cauliflower, corn bread,cranberry sauce, a vegetarian version of this stuffing, this turkey breast, the pie I mentioned yesterday and spiced cupcakes probably modified from this recipe which is always one of my go-tos.
It’s my baby sister’s birthday next week and I don’t know what to get her. I got her this book last year. I’ve been thinking about arts and crafts stuff. I remember loving this shrink plastic kit but it might be a little old for her. I’ll also be making cake of course. I’m hoping for something like thisfrosting wise.
I haven’t been reading lately but there are a lot of middle grade books on my to-read-list including The Glass Sentence, When You Reach Me, The Boundless, The Apothecary and many more. I also just finished Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo and it was great.
Poem of the Week
from The Hard Season by Kathleen Lynch
It’s hell week and I’m too tired to say anything interesting.
This Week’s Poem of the Week:
Last Week’s Poem of the Week:
This week’s poem of the week comes from Hoa Nguyen
Love and Level
by Hoa Nguyen
Love and level the sleeves
Eating is a hand
here Leave laughing if you must
like leave this creamy celery root
We push out jerking
a sleeve of we & I cover you
horses sourced in sea
(weave in waves and manes)
Hoa Nguyen, “Love and Level” from As Long As Trees Last. Copyright 2012.
Taiye Selasi has something to say about where she’s from
And it’s well said. I teared up at a couple points because it hit so close to home.
My family came to visit me this weekend which always leave me off balance searching for my place in my day to day life but this week was better than last week and I just need to hang on and ride the wave up and in.