Yesterday we went to the seaside, seeking souls. That sort of fish is never caught but remains in the sea of humanity, free to choose to use the Water to care for the seed of divine within or not.
We did buy a nice bag of mussels to bring home for today’s dinner. My favorite way to eat them is the way my husband’s grandmother fixed them.
Clean the mussels, removing their “beards”. Put them in a large pot with a cover.
Start the potatoes. (Peel, cut, boil.)
In another large pot, gently cook 2 shallots or one onion in a little bit of butter, just until translucent. Add a chopped clove of garlic.
Put the pot with the mussels on high heat, shaking often.
Add some white wine to the shallots, let reduce. Add some cream . When the mussels have opened, turn off the heat and drain off a bit of the water they have released. Let it rest a few minutes to settle any grains of sand, then carefully add some to the sauce. The sauce should be about 1/3 each wine, cream and juice to begin with, but the wine evaporates.
Meanwhile do the mashed potatoes; if you are lucky, your husband can do them while you tend to the mussels. The difficult part is the timing, having everything done at once without anything going cold. If needs be, you can reheat the mussels.
Add about a teaspoonful of cornstarch (diluted with cold water) to the sauce and stir until it thickens slightly. Add some chopped parsley and pepper. No salt is necessary due to the juice from the mussels. Using a skimming ladle, transfer the mussels to the pot with the sauce. Stir and serve.
A joyous appreciation of life, of our Creator’s blessings, is part of being a penitent, part of changing oneself so as to be good. There is no specific recipe, but the main ingredients are love, peace, letting go of grudges, freeing oneself from prejudice and developing the heart’s intelligence.
“My Salvation does not result from forgiveness; it results from penitence.
I do not forgive the sinner; My Will is (done when) he stops sinning.
The penitent is not the sinner who sits in dirt and wraps himself up in a sack,
but the man who stops sinning, even though he wears festive clothes and scent and sings to the music of flutes and trumpets; besides, do joy and finery not suit to him who has changed his life?”
November 11th is a holiday in France. A few stores may be open in the morning but in general people have the day off. This year many managed to have the Friday off also. In our village there is a ceremony with flags and speeches and a flower arrangement being placed at the base of the memorial for those who were killed in war. The speeches emphasized the horror of war and the hope for lasting peace.
It was pouring rain this year, most were sheltered with umbrellas and we did not tarry on the square but entered the one town establishment where drinks and nibbles were waiting for any residents of the town who cared to attend. I was next to a woman who told me about when she was in grade school in a neighbouring town and it was bombarded.
Later as I shared this with my husband, he asked which side had bombarded the town. I didn’t know and was thinking about that when I realized that in a split second many thoughts had crossed my mind: which side, who were the “bad guys” this time, to whom should we attribute a black mark, oh, aren’t they awful… Suddenly I thought it doesn’t matter which side did it. Some human beings bombarded some other human beings. That is horrible enough without any further details. As we commemorate the end of these ghastly world wars, we still have not put world-wide enduring peace in place. We still bombard each other with domination, exploitation, unfairness, nasty remarks, all kinds of behaviour other than love.
This bulb was only planted on Friday and yet has already visibly grown. My husband and I find such pleasure in watching these grow and bloom that we got a new one for this season. The previous one’s leaves are still green and needs a time of rest before hopefully flowering again. They seem expensive when you just look at the price of the bulb, but they give us months of enjoyment, much longer than an ordinary bouquet of flowers would. This time I did a double splurge and purchased an attractive pot with its matching saucer. I also find amaryllis to be an inspiring subject to paint.
Muttering around in my mind about getting rid of stuff, I realized some things I have kept because people in books did and then someone was happy to stumble upon these “treasures”, but in all honesty, who will rejoice at finding a collection of “Organic Gardening” magazine from the 70’s and 80’s? I have only consulted them 2 or 3 times myself. I am unhappy with parts of our house and may have a serious clean-out. One brake is what do I do with the stuff? Where do I throw it away? (There is no away.)
There’s some really gross stuff in the Bible.
“ The Gileadites captured the fords of the Jordan leading to Ephraim, and whenever a survivor of Ephraim said, “Let me cross over,” the men of Gilead asked him, “Are you an Ephraimite?” If he replied, “No,” they said, “All right, say ‘Shibboleth.” If he said, “Sibboleth,” because he could not pronounce the word correctly, they seized him and killed him at the fords of the Jordan. Forty-two thousand Ephraimites were killed at that time.”
Judges 12: 5-6
So they killed people off according to their accent.
Wherever I go, I am not “from there” because I have lived in several different places and have two languages. I always have “an accent”.
People are waiting to be herded together and told what to do.
I said that in a dream last night.
When will we wake up, take responsibility, and act to realize (make a reality) our divine nature? We should not need laws, rules or regulations. We are capable of doing good, of finding just solutions.
Did you see the sinkhole that opened up in a German town over night? A car was swallowed up. Can you imagine telephoning your insurer—guess what happened to my car? What if there were some objects in the car you need? No way could you go down in that hole and get them out of the car.