I am inspired to try pickling some cabbage that did not go over too well in a salad as it was a bit bitter. It happens to be red cabbage. I have read about this process for years, looked at special jars from Alsace for making it, but have never actually tried it. This video gave me the push:
I liked their camaraderie, their joie de vivre.
Now my hands are purple. 🙂
When you see a tree you like, paint it or take a photo because life goes on and it may not be there the next time you pass by. I took this photo in September 2020. Following is the same tree in March 2021.
During the winter months our association Couleurs de Bretagne has challenges which are posted online and then composed into a youtube video. This month’s theme was Fluctuat nec mergitur, the motto of the town of Paris. This roughly means billows roll but do not submerge. Many of the other artists have painted billows and boats. I decided to do a self portrait interpretation because I have felt assailed but I will not move, I will not be submerged, I am like a tree planted by the water.
I found two Bible verses: (biblegateway.com)
Psalm 1:3 That person is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither— whatever they do prospers.
Jeremiah 17:8 They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.
Oh I shall not be, I shall not be moved
I shall not be, I shall not be moved
Just like a tree that’s planted by the water
I shall not be moved.
I will not give in to the fear propagated by the system.
I will continue to work towards the garden that never fades. (RA xvi/17)
I stand firm for Good— love, peacemaking, forgiveness, spiritual intelligence free from all prejudice.
These are the first maki I have ever made myself. I have often enjoyed them at restaurants, not recently, of course. I felt inordinately satisfied as I placed them on the table.
They are a bit too big, one could not put them in one’s mouth whole. They were also slightly fragile, we had to spoon the accompanying sauce over them. However, they were very good.
In the middle of one roll I put beetroot (cooked) and avocado. In the other I put parboiled carrots and avocado. For the sauce, I grated some ginger root into tamari soy sauce and then thinned it slightly with water.
I will do this again. 🙂
This was a bit complicated for me as I assembled photos to make a video and then I wanted to add sound but my files were incompatible. I was happy to find an online tool that enabled me to put it together, all very amateur on my part, of course. 🙂
…“The Revelation of Arès clears a Way—composed of billions of paths—which ditches illusions, the illusory “solutions” of religions. The mentality of The Revelation of Arès is not easy to grasp in a world crushed under the master-idea of religion which one finds even in politics, organized like religion, in science similarly organized, etc., and that makes the harvest arduous, especially at the beginning midst enormous forests of scrub growth. The Revelation of Arès pursues a single goal: to remove mankind from sin, but not to instill a new doctrine, new dogma, new laws, new rituals, new taboos, etc. It is not what one believes nor what one forbids oneself, but the good that one does which counts; simultaneously results Good reinstalled and the soul, related to the great Creative Soul. Faith in God or faith in Life is evident, but not obligatory; the soul is created from love, not from faith in God; evil—the Beast—does not need to be fought, Good by growing will make it disappear. Prayer is free, mankind is totally free, etc. The world is not ready to recognize this Truth at first sight and first sound of a voice. A slow job of education will be necessary. The extreme simplicity of the Way which God shows in Arès is only recognized by those, still rare, we call ripe heads of grain.
The Arès Pilgrim is not a skeptic, but a person who knows he does not need to know much in order to follow the Straight Path; penitence and harvest, which puts the Aresian faith within reach of all. The Arès Pilgrim wisely imposes upon himself an extreme reduction of spiritual knowledge and can thus better consecrate himself to the intense little which is the key to personal and universal salvation. Intensity, not quantity, is Power, Light, Sanctity…”
…“what makes the grandeur, the incomparable nobility of mankind, is to do Good when one has the possibility of doing Evil…”
Translated by djd
My best wishes to all for a happy new year and may we appreciate all the blessings we receive.
The photo was taken just now; this is my latest painting. I had a lot of fun doing it, using a knife, a roller, some brushes, a rag…. (acrylics)
I was amusing myself by making a list of positive words that start with V. Vitality, vim, vigor, valiant, viridian, vigorous, vine, valid, view, the vapor before dawn*, vivacious, vegetables, vest, verb, vellum, verbena, vocal, VOST, vitamins, virtue…
- ” You are the haze before the Dawn. The eye of the king(s) cannot see (it yet, but) the fly (already) drinks from it.” RA xix/18
It is not the changing number on the calendar that will change the world, it is each one of us, by our actions, by what is in our hearts. Those in power do not see this, but I have faith that consciences will continue to awaken so that we recover our humanity, our divine image, rather than lose it.
“…humanity’s angelity, its be-all end-all, its quintessence, its treasure; it is, beyond all possible organization or solitude, the ensemble, of which the members may know each other or more often, not know each other, of all those who love their neighbour, that is to say everyone, and who love without thinking– Don’t think about it! Love! –because if you think about it, you will find “valid” reasons not to love certain persons–, of all those who forgive offenses—Don’t think about it! Forgive! Everything, otherwise you leave open a passageway towards never-ending revenge!–, of all those who make peace—Don’t think about it! Make peace! With everyone!–,of all those who have intelligence of the heart—Here don’t think too much, otherwise you will always find reasons to give preference to intellectual intelligence… Here we are in the heart of measure!–, and of all those who free themselves from all prejudice, who break the chains of habitual thinking and judging, the chains of preconception, partiality, preconceived notions, taking sides. The Assembly is this loving humanity, without a name, no address, no telephone, no publicity, that never dies for it is made of souls and all those souls together make up the polone.” 18déc20 225C34 Réponse
“Spiritual intelligence will probably be something longer to acquire than love, because love is still more or less present in novels, songs, films, the theater, charity, etc., even if not in the absolute evangelical state that the Father expects us to give to the world, whereas the intelligence of the heart free from all prejudice almost no longer exists in the world where morals, rules, laws, “rights”, have falsified it everywhere, except for a few individuals (the gander RA xxxvi/3) who certainly left a good souvenir, but not the least practical trace… at least not to my knowledge.
Where is the intelligence in executing a murderer by hanging or beheading or by injecting a deadly fluid? What in that way makes Evil retreat? Nothing. It is nothing more than an intelligence of revenge (RA 27/9). Spiritual intelligence begins with the wisdom which says that any evil person can change, can be recuperated and that, in any case, one must bring to every human brother a part of oneself and in particular, to love them, because not he alone is sin-sick, but the whole of humanity.” 19déc20 225C40 Réponse
Translated by djd
RA=The Revelation of Arès
In my opinion it was too cold and too windy for bicycling, so I went for a rather long walk. I used my entire 3-hour permission. Yes, we have a slightly longer leash now, a radius of 20 km within a 3 hour time frame. Not enough to be able to go to the coast. […]
Early in the morning we take a half-hour drive through the Breton countryside. The fields are usually green, the cows chewing their cuds. We arrive at our destination, a medieval town, park in our usual lot, then walk for about 10 minutes towards a yoga studio. We take a back street, tree-lined, following a river which then disappears under the downtown area. Bits of songs remain in my head from last night’s choir practice. I notice details of the old buildings’ architecture. We hear the noise of children as we pass by a school. Several flights of stairs take us to a clean, sunny, well-aired location where we put on our sporty clothes and greet the others. Mats and cushions await us, along with our smiling teacher. In the car, on the street, in groups, I try to keep a smile on my face because just that little bit can make a day go better. I must remember to inform of my up-coming absence, traveling to the States for Thanksgiving. After the yoga class, we return to the car, taking another route, enjoying shop windows, pedestrian streets, perhaps making a purchase or two. Maybe I will stop in the art store, chat with other artists, be invited to an exhibit, a reception. Sometimes we eat lunch out but today I don’t want to linger too long as I am meeting my quartet in the afternoon for rehearsal. We enjoy the beauty of the municipal flower beds and then pass over a pedestrian bridge to the parking lot and return home.
This “fantasy” was my normal Tuesday reality. Today’s reality has become a nightmare. Masks prevent communication, breathing, seeing other’s smiles. Many businesses are closed. It has been months since I was able to sing in harmony with others. Singing along with the radio just doesn’t do it. Small businesses already do not have an easy time but now, I fear they will all go under. The art store has closed. There are no receptions. If there are any visits, masks must be worn. Under a semi-respite situation, we would attend yoga class, but had to bring our own mats, etc., wear masks until on our mats and the number of places was drastically reduced. Now we are “confined”, can only go out for essentials, obligated to write ourselves a permission slip (fine of 135€ if not all in order). Masks in downtown areas, yes, even outdoors. Restaurants, take-out only. Borders closed, travel even more harrowing with masks, tests (nose rape), etc. How long, O Lord, how long?