There are so many things still to do with you.
Paris, France
Naphtali is a doe set free who brings forth beautiful words.
in the last ten minutes I may have fallen
in love
what
if that’s what a heart lying
alone on the floor means
splayed not like
before
heart only waits for
you
to lay on it eyes
of gentle words
sincere
wholeness and healing
long needed
in the last ten minutes waiting
became
now
i am lying on the floor
“If Jesus is about anything, it’s the inconvenient truth that a spiritual life is a physical life.”
–Sara Miles
“jesus freak”
Jossey-Bass Publishing, (c) 2010
Sara Miles is the founder and director of The Food Pantry, and serves as Director of Ministry at St. Gregory of Nyssa Episcopal Church in San Francisco, USA.
One day I was sitting at the dining room table with my sister, actually a rare event, and we were eating bread. We were eating this delicious, salty, soft on the inside, hard on the outside, perfect French bread that she had made that afternoon while I was at work. We wanted to eat all of it and not leave any for her poor husband who was working late that night. So we did. But don’t worry, we made more. I mean, I didn’t know how to make it, so how else was I going to learn?
Here now, I will share with you one of the easiest, most make-your-life-better recipes I have ever found. The hardest part is remembering to do the next step and having yeast on hand.
Four Easy Ingredients:
2 cups of flour (bread flour is best, but not necessary)
2 1/4 teaspoons of yeast
1 (or for my taste, 3/4) Tablespoon of salt
1 cup of hot water at 130 degrees Fahrenheit
*It is important that the water be at or just under 130 degrees Fahrenheit because if it’s not, the yeast won’t activate and the bread won’t rise. So, invest in a thermometer. You’ll use it all the time! 🙂
Twelve Easy Steps:
1. Combine dry ingredients, including the yeast; mix them well with a whisk and then put away all metal utensils.
2. Add the hot wat
er gradually while you stir the dry ingredients. The dough may be a little dry around the edges at this point. That’s okay. The kneading process will mix in the rest of the liquid.
3. Knead the dough for 10 minutes in an fun and appropriate manner. You could ninja it, pizza guy it, spin it, toss it, sideways toss it, etc. I like a circular rolling knead and ninja tossing to knead. The bread should gradually and noticeably get softer as you knead. It should feel like freshly made play-dough, if you’ve ever made that.
4. Spray your big bowl with non-stick spray and put the lump of dough in the bowl. Flip the dough once so that the non-stick spray is then on both sides of the lump.
5. Put the bowl of dough into a pre-heated, then turned-off (warmed) oven uncovered. Make sure you have a pie pan of water on the lower rack to keep the oven humid and the dough rising.
6. Let the dough rise for an hour. This is the easy to forget part.
7. Remember you put bread dough in the oven, go get it out, then separate it into two long baguettes.
8. Place the baguettes on a cookie sheet lined with parchment paper and dusted with corn meal to help things not stick.
9. Place the cookie sheet of baguettes back in the warmed oven to rise for another 30 minutes.
10. Remember you’re making bread, take the baguettes out of the oven, turn the oven ON to 450 degrees Fahrenheit, then give the baguettes and egg wash. (An egg wash is watered down egg yolk. It makes things golden.)
11. When the oven is fully heated, place the egg-washed baguettes in the oven for 20 minutes and don’t forget to set a timer.
12. Remember you made bread, slice it, butter it, and enjoy your wonderful self for doing something so simply elegant. (You can also salt the bread at this point if you wish. I don’t, but my sister does.)
You see four loaves of bread here because two loaves is clearly not enough in my house. Go ahead, make this bread.
When I miss you,
I fall out of bed.
I dream of you calling me
and I am scared.
I don’t want to love you.
I don’t want to know you.
I miss you all the same.
You call me from prison.
You call me from the depths of regret.
You call me from a town called Sinister.
You call me from my childhood.
I miss you at night
when I seek to be whole.
When I miss you,
I am overtaken with shock
and I fall out of bed.
Today started with “Hush, Somebody’s Callin’ My Name,” business, business, business, progressed to “Seasons of Love,” business, business, business, and finally landed in some sense here:
I have always watched this (starting the moment it arrived on the scene in 1993) and longed to be a part of a moment like that. I just might find a moment like this yet. Lord, despite the anxiety, stress, and business of a real life school day, keep my eyes, heart, and mind attentive to catch on to a truly happy day.
“…So it isn’t a matter of trying to run away from yourself, but running away to yourself, to the identity you are not allowed to recognize or nurture or grow so long as you are stuck in the habits of anxious comparison, status seeking, and chatter.”
–Rowan Williams, Archbishop of Canterbury
Where God Happens: Discovering Christ in One Another
New Seeds Books, Shambhala Publications, Inc.
(c) 2005 for A World Community of Christian Meditation
It is recommended to read this statement, at minimum, twice to self and twice out loud.
I neither learned how to make (a) kaffe eis, nor how to compose a short story while at Wheaton College. I have learned, however, that these two events go perfectly well together. I use to try them separately, one at Julius Meinl cafe in Chicago and the other in various attics and basements around the world. Together is better. Case in point? Today. Sometimes you learn very important things post college graduation. 😉
I read today, “If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are living in the future. If you are at peace, you are living in the present.” (Lao Tzu) If then I am at peace when I am talking to you, it seems doubly true that you are my present.