I Am A Sister Pie

I Am A Sister Pie

2 medium pumpkins
boil them
2 egg whites
froth them
1 egg
beat into the whites
beat in the softened pumpkins
add pumpkin spice
add cinnamon
1 container sweetened condensed milk
add it
a few scoops of brown sugar
add it
1 perfectly ripened peach
chop and add it
pour into pie crust made with
1 stick of butter
1.5 cups of flour
a tablespoon of brown sugar
a tablespoon of oatmeal
a pinch or two of salt
bake all these ingredients on 400 for 30-40 minutes
the pie should not shake at all
if it’s shaking, put back in the oven

make a pie with half of this and muffins with the other half

enjoy with someone you love

Beauty Accompany Me

Beauty begins in the heart.

Stay close to me, beauty.
Remain in my heart.
Move through me, beauty.
Grow in my heart.
Envelope me, beauty.
Capture my eyes.
Show me, beauty.
Take prisoner my mouth.
Speak clearly, beauty.
Soften my hands.
Work uprightly, beauty.
From my youth till my death
Beauty accompany me.
-Naphtalia

Joining Together

A play date is perfect in times of uncertainty.  Let’s run in freedom and joy.  Let’s eat pizza and gelato and get panna all over our faces.  Let’s rinse our hands in the street fountains.  Let’s swing like dare devils.  Let’s imagine our most perfect idea of a park.  Let’s make thick macaroni and cover it will all the cheese we have in the refrigerator.  Let’s mix marscapone and yogurt with sugar, put berries on top, and call it panna cotta no matter if it is or not.  It’s our own special treat.  Today’s play date is ours.  It’s our time today.  It’s our time to laugh, to run, to play, to eat, to talk, to enjoy each other.

Immaculate

I thought of you today
overwhelmed with tears
at the beauty of the garden
perfectly trimmed, formed, tilled
I thought of you–
a mess
How neat and trim we are at birth
How slaught-upon with muck
of worldly corruption, ideas,
philosophies, moments
Mud building up on the
once-clean skin of our
souls
Boh.  (I have no idea.)
Away, away
to wash away the slimely
crawly, worm-invested
mud.
No grub of this mud will do you any good.
Please go clean up
Wash yourself in a cleansing river
a good old seven times.
-Naphtalia

Moments

I don’t need big parties, but I do need little moments.  I need little moments throughout the day that remind me of real love.  I need a wink.  I need a smile.  A secret shoulder dance from across the room.  I’ll take two kisses on entering a room.  And two more going out again.  I live for kitchen counter talks, filming spontaneous interviews, and nearly missing the walk sign at the stop light because we’re so engrossed in the moment.  No prepackaged romance for me, simply Rome and all it’s wondrous moments.  -Naphtalia

Stepping Forward

I keep stepping forward.
Even when the gloomy chairs
of resignation call to me.
They call,
“Resign to the fact that you are alone. Let your flesh revel in the selfishness available to you.”
Even so,
I keep stepping forward.
Step, step, step, step, step…

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