this is in no way a final but i quite liked how it was going so why not share?! next venture is to get grandma to give me a better resolution picture.
.....i got a clients car stuck in the snow on top of a parking garage in Provo this is the fruit of that cold cold time.
looking back my first memory of pete seeger's music was when i was quite young but i didn't realize it until the summer i chose to visit my grandparents in maine. after a busy sunday we gathered in the living room with our bowls of hippie chow (brown rice and veggies) , grandpa tim and i on the couch and grandma ellie on the wingback chair, we turned masterpiece theater on. a documentary on pete's life was on. i was hooked it was amazing. i was baffled not only by the power that music has but the power of one person and his God given talent. he changed the world and unlike nelson mandela people as a whole dont know who he is. he was so cool!
"Being generous of spirit is a wonderful way to live."
“If it can’t be reduced, reused, repaired, rebuilt, refurbished, refinished, resold, recycled or composted, then it should be restricted, redesigned or removed from production.”
“I’ve never sung anywhere without giving the people listening to me a chance to join in - as a kid, as a lefty, as a man touring the U.S.A. and the world, as an oldster. I guess it’s kind of a religion with me. Participation. That’s what’s going to save the human race.”
“The world will be solved by millions of small things.” "It's a very important thing to learn to talk to people you disagree with."
"I feel most spiritual when I’m out in the woods. I feel part of nature. Or looking up at the stars. [I used to say] I was an atheist. Now I say, it’s all according to your definition of God. According to my definition of God, I’m not an atheist. Because I think God is everything. Whenever I open my eyes.”
so many good and wonderful adventures have happened this past year i never thought that i would be where i am now. its not a particularly grand and fantastic place but it is the right place and i think i am better for the scary and hopeful moments. my wish is that this year i will be more open to share with you the scary times and the fabulously beautiful times. cheers to a new year filled with photo journeys and fun!
i should also say i am looking for a mantra for this year and in my searching and thinking have not found one. suggestions very welcome below.
when i was thinking of who my first bread story would be about i thought of my cousin Liz. i have grown up with her. we have spent summers frolicking in the forests of maine together. i knew that she made bread because we have discussed what a gift this is. plus its easier to start with someone you know. these images come from last saturday. it was lovely to come into a familiar setting to see and feel the community that liz is building in her home through her baking and mothering. the words that follow are hers.
"I'm not sure how old I was when I started making bread. My mom has made bread for as long as I can remember---I would say a safe bet would be the first time I was about 7. It wasn't until I moved out though that I started making it periodically. My mom usually made it while were are school when I was in Jr High and High school so it would be done when we got home. I made bread the first weekend out on my own and as needed ever since."
"I bake bread for several reasons. The first is we need bread-Nephi can eat a whole loaf in one sitting- and the bread at the store isn't very good and the good stuff is expensive. Also, I rotate my food storage, the bulk of which is about thousand pounds of unground hard red wheat which makes excellent bread. There's also a sense of pride, and obligation, continuing on a craft that no one knows how to do in general anymore. I'm preserving art and the knowledge in every loaf of bread I make. And it also helps that after making 6 loaves of bread of any kind that I feel a huge sense of accomplishment and gratitude o the women before me that passed down the knowledge and recipes."
"This is kinda cheesy, but right now, with school and work and my and Nephi's schedules being so opposite so I can graduate and not pay a babysitter, baking bread is what's holding together our marriage in a sense. It's become a symbol that I'm still there, creating and providing a warm home and good food. And as Addie gets older, she likes to help, swishing in the flour and squishing dough, but generally hanging around in the kitchen as I work."
"I think one of the most lasting things I've learned from making bread is how to work with something. Bread dough is alive and the chemical processes are delicate. You can't force it to do what you want. You have to work with it. The salt has to go in a certain time, the water has to be a certain temperature. Every step of the process is specific and the whole thing can be ruined in an instant....Essentially, there are things you can't change, but you just have to figure out all the little ways you can work with it to end up with something good in the end."
"I think my favorite memory of baking bread was the day my dad was fired from his job. That kind of a day is stereotypically supposed to be a bad day and in many people's lives, it changes a lot financially and that financial impact trickles down into many aspects of their lives, like the food. But on this day nothing had changed that much. He had called ahead so only my mom knew. In the time between us coming home from school and my dad coming home from work, she had us help make dinner and clean up. Isaac, in the middle of it all had bread going, and my mom timed it so that when my dad got home, there was dinner, pie and bread cooking in the oven."
"He told us over dinner that he didn't have a job anymore. It wasn't easy news, but dinner, pie and warm bread with butter reassured us that we would be ok. Things didn't change as drastically as they could have, and even today I remember that day, the smells of the pie and the bread permeating everything, the soup we ate, the cold outside and the bad news, as really a good day."
as my time with liz and her family came to a close she brought this beautiful quote into our conversation. it fits closely with my last post "what must you break apart in order to bring a family close together? bread, of course." -jodi picoult
what do you do to bring your family close together? is there something you can do to foster a community spirit in your home?