Sometimes life cries out for a nice break from the daily routine …… a pie break, so to speak. A time to sit, to listen, to reflect. To taste the sweetness of life.
I’ve had a bit of alone time the past couple of weeks. That means more time to hear my thoughts and my heart.
Those times when you reflect on things. The future is one I like to reflect on. Dreams. Goals. The thoughts bounce up and down and back and forth.
I had a strange dream the other night that caused me to reflect about how I see myself. In the dream I was in a room with a large mirror, waiting in line. I saw myself in the reflection of the mirror but my eyes were closed, so I really didn’t see myself. I saw, as the observer view in my dream, a reflection that I thought was me but not quite.
Then, a friend of mine was in line with me and wanted to take a selfie of us both. I saw her fumbling with her phone to turn the camera around. I kept posing with her but she wasn’t’t ready. Then, when she saw herself on the phone screen I moved in for the selfie but didn’t appear. I moved closer. Then – in real life – my phone rang and I was awakened from the dream.
This caused me to reflect over my morning coffee. Have I ever seen myself in my dreams?
I know I have seen me from the observing view. That view of how I look in the role I was in the dream. But I realized I have never, to my recollection, seen myself in my dreams of how I really look. I see others clearly, but not myself.
I confess, I do not think highly of my looks. It has been a life-long battle. Some days I feel I have conquered the negative thoughts and some not an inch.
The dream was convicting. As a woman who hangs out with The Father, Son and Holy Spirit as much as I can, how dare I not think myself a beautiful reflection of the One who made me?
There is beauty all around me. We are included in that beauty. How do you see yourself? Or how do you see the things you do? Are you always critical of yourself?
You are beautiful. From one of my favorite books – You are kind, You are smart, You are important. (The Help)
The Header for this page says this: “Sometimes life cries out for a nice break from the daily routine …… a pie break, so to speak. A time to sit, to listen, to reflect. To taste the sweetness of life.”
Every now and then I read those words and reflect.
You see, part of my personality is such that I just love to have the appearance of moving forward. I cannot stand the same-old, same-old. It’s like sitting still, in a broader sense of the term. I like movement. I like progress.
This is one of the reasons I like to move furniture around in the rooms of my home. I use to do it often but now I’ve learned to slow it down a bit and enjoy the moments.
I said above, “the appearance” of moving forward. Sometimes life looks like we are getting no where fast. Life seems to have paused and is waiting for the finger from the sky to hit that play button so we can move on. Waiting. That is one the the hardest things for me to do. Wait.
But in the waiting so much can happen. In that pause mode the universe is still going forward. Life round us keeps moving, time keeps ticking by. The seasons keep on changing and we are still here waiting.
So as I reflect here, with my proverbial slice of pie and a cup of coffee and a keyboard, I realize how good the waiting is. I can use this waiting time to see how far I have come and to turn and see where I want to go. It is a time to build strength for the journey of life that lies ahead.
I can also use this time to sort out my ever changing “to do list” of life. That list in my head of all I want to accomplish, which can be overwhelming since most of those things are things I think I should do, not what I really want to do. Sifting. Sifting and sorting is good.
But the waiting still sucks. There, I said it. It can really suck when you’re like me, not good at it. So, to those of you like me, I can tell you to take the time to breathe and reflect, to sort and sift, look behind and definitely look forward. There is strength in the waiting. There is hope in the things to come.
“But those who wait upon God get fresh strength. They spread their wings and soar like eagles, They run and don’t get tired, they walk and don’t lag behind.” Isaiah 40:31
Those of you who watch The Food Network on Saturday mornings will know of Ree Drummond, also know as The Pioneer Woman. She is a down-home kind of gal who cooks for cowboys and ranchers and kids. Comfort food that we all love.
In her biography she talks of once being a vegetarian while sporting black high heels and her love for city life.
All changed when she met Ladd, the cowboy that won her heart.
I’m talking about them because when I moved to The Middle – being a Jersey Girl from the beach – I was a bit lost. A friend told me about The Pioneer Woman and how I reminded her of Ree and referred to me as The Other Pioneer Woman.
Well, I certainly felt like a pioneer. The cultural difference of New York City/Beach influence and Kansas City, Missouri was vast. The locals did not understand me. Sarcasm was lost here. Sigh.
But through the help of my son – who spent time in mainland China and Canada – he guided me through the culture shock. I found new normals and have since moved to a smaller country town that feels very much like home. You will be pleased to know I have toned down the sarcasm……well, I try. I gotta be me. 😉
So back to the Drummond Clan. My husband and I needed a weekend getaway. We planned a trip to Tulsa, Oklahoma – where the wind goes sweeping down the plain. This was my first time to the state of Oklahoma. Woody Guthrie and Arlo Guthrie songs played through my head the entire weekend.
Ree Drummond had just opened a Mercantile in the town of Pawhuska, Oklahoma on the 31st of October and I wanted to go. I use less butter and less sugar in her recipes but her line of kitchenware is right up my alley! Oh the colors! I’ve been slowly replacing my kitchen with her things over the past several months.
So, there we were in Tulsa. We met with a fellow blogger – Little Monk – and a friend who attends medical school there. But on Saturday we headed out of town on a very country road to Pawhuska.
I made myself have little expectations on this journey. That was difficult but I tried. But let me tell you, the drive through the Osage Nation Reservation was breathtaking. Such beautiful scenery.
Then we came into Pawhuska. A very small town. You see, the Drummonds had bought the old Merchantile building and refurbished it. Offices for the ranch and for Ree and all she does. Then, the Mercantile, Deli, Bakery, Coffee Bar and Shop.
The line for the Deli was too long so we went into the shop first. Oh. My. It was beautiful. I walked around and took it all in. Then I was going to walk around again and start throwing things in my basket……when what to my wondering eyes appeared???? The Marlboro Man himself. Ladd Drummond. The Mister Pioneer Woman!
I told myself prior to getting there and also at that moment to calm down! Don’t make a scene, which I am prone to do. So as he moseyed by me I leaned in and said, “Hello Mr Drummond”.
He stopped and said hello and asked how I was. Sigh. And I answered and walked away. There. I did it. No scene and an experience to remember.
Well, after I collected a few things in my basket, my husband and I went upstairs to the coffee bar and bakery. And there he was again. Ladies were having him sign things and have their pics taken with him.
I’m not one for autographs but I looked at my husband and said, “Get your camera ready!” A lady in front of me had me take her pic with him and then it was my turn!
. ME and Ladd Drummond – aka – Marlboro Man
He was so kind and I thanked him and went over to the coffee line. And there, behind the counter was their daughter, Paige, doing her new barista job. I asked her which she liked better, rustling cattle or this new job. Her face lit up when she told us this new job was better! And she makes great lattes.
I have to say that there was not a rude person to be found. I do believe that is mostly due to the fact that The Drummond Family are kind and positive people. You tend to attract people who are like you or who are attracted to your values.
On the street of this tiny town my husband and I sat down and reflected all that was before us. Here is a typical mid-west town with a lot of history. Buildings gone neglected like most of these little towns. But one person gets the vision to open a shop and change her community. And change it did and will. We noticed other neglected buildings were starting to be loved again.
A woman latched onto me as we walked out of a western store where we began admiring the saddles set out on the sidewalk. She began telling me of their artistic qualities and all the workmanship that went into them – as she gently stroked the leather and pointed out the details.
This lady was truly a Lady. She wore a long skirted western outfit and just purchased a pare of western boots that she insisted I look at. They were beautiful. As she talked and walked with me cultural walls melted. Her grace was amazing and it came out that she and her husband were ranchers from Texas and were there to sing songs in the street. This Jersey Girl was a bit awestruck. She truly was a Lady and chose to talk and walk with me.
Overall, we had a great weekend. Meeting up with old friends and getting to experience The Merchantile that I’ve read about in a blog for months will be unforgettable. And I will never forget the cowboy who graciously let me have my picture taken with him. Thank you Ladd Drummond.
And thank you Ree Drummond for following your dream.
Here are pics and some captions of our trip. I’m so sorry for the quality. iPhone 6.
I just poured myself another cup of coffee. Join me as I sip and ponder, music playing in the background, thoughts circling and swirling in the lyrics with a sense of assurance and breathing in and out the colors of hope.
We have lived in what we call The Burg for just a hair over two years. While culturally I am still adjusting and trying not to voice my strong north eastern opinions on how wrong they are here (said in sarcastic jest), I feel almost at home.
I think it is real to say that this is the second place in my life that I feel at home and welcome. You see, when you are one who “travels to the beat of a different drum” it can be quite hard to fit in. But that’s just it, fitting in and different drums don’t always go together….. yet they should. It’s like having an orchestra or a band without that one different instrument that takes it over the top.
There is a place for us “drummers“. Not all will see it or see you for who you are but I, for one, have to remain true to myself. True to who I was made to be. Good grief, it has taken me years, decades, to find who I am and to walk confidently in who I am.
And then you move to a small mid-western town with strange definitions for words and ideas that are so different than you ever knew and POW! There are people here who like you. Just last night I was with a group of people who see me. They enjoy me. They encourage me. Some don’t get all of me and guess what? I don’t get all of them. But we flow together in similar philosophies of life.
And best of all we accept each other for being different and thinking differently. I do believe they call it love.
Have another cup and ponder. May you find you and find your symphony in life.
I just love drives to places I’ve never been. And I love drives to places I have been. Scenic routes, I like to call them. Country roads. I just get fulfilled physically with rest and spiritually with awe and wonderment and therefore, emotionally full.
Creation is so artistic. Colors and shadows and wildlife. Man’s church needs to recognize the artistic more. God created all this beauty yet we tend to recognize the logic more than the art. It all comes from Him. Let’s stop packing Him into those boxes we made and stop cutting Him in half. There is so much of the wholeness of God that we are missing when we pack Him up into our self-made boxes because we don’t understand.
I want to understand. I want to open the boxes I’ve stashed away and let Him loose and learn as much as humanly possible.
So, on that note, one of my most favorite pastimes is exploring new areas and being with family. One son and his lovely bride live in KU country. Rock Chalk town in Kansas. We had a great lunch together and a FANTASTIC latte and then a drive to a local lake. Also to mention, Lawrence, Kansas is an amazing town. Full of mid-west charm and shops galore and students everywhere. A small-town atmosphere with city influence and Kansas City charm. Great food to eat and coffee to drink. Love it.
Here are a few pics of our day.
YUMMY!
fire escape and great brick/rock work on the top right of building
Come and sit with me and let me pour you a cup of coffee. I didn’t make a double chocolate chai pie with real whipped cream for you today……perhaps next time.
Today, I have lovely slices of homemade bread. Warm. With butter and/or some local Amish Blackberry Jam. Help your self. Eat as much as you want.
As we sit here together let’s chat. I want to tell you how excited I am over the arrival of a new year. I’ve made no resolutions, never do, but I have decided to make my own bread as opposed to buying well-preserved breads in the stores.
I have also decided to get busy. As some of your know, I care for my grand girls five days a week while my son and his wife attend University. I’ve done this for about two plus years. I would do it again in a heartbeat, but it has been a sacrifice in many ways. But I see no greater gift that I could give than to be a part of raising these girls. They have taught me so much and my heart has grown in love.
This year, I decided to write more. Even help my husband to write the books he needs to along with the one I need to finish. I need to play my ukulele more often – it brings me such joy.
There are other creative and practical things I need to do that will come out along the way. One thing I know is that I need to do the things that were planted in my heart to do by my best Friend, Jesus.
You see, Life is short. We’ve all heard that before. But we truly do not know our days. I’ve said goodbye to a dear friend just after Thanksgiving. I see the news rattling off numbers of deaths in various world events. All ages. The anniversary of the loss of our dear daughter is coming up. You can’t help but reflect on your own life. The things I’ve put off and just refused to do. The dreams that I have forgotten.
Here, have another slice of bread and a warm up your coffee……
You see, some dreams may change over the years or even be put on a shelf for a while. Some may be lost on the shelves or in a box in the attack or basement. How about we take them down and dust them off. How about we search out those that were lost and thought forgotten.
Let’s take them and sit with our God and our friends who believe in us and look them over, shine them up, tweak them here and there and most of all…… Pursue them! Yes. Let’s do it.
And that is what my new year is looking like. Pursuit. How about yours? Those dreams and ideas are still there. Those ideas for a business are still there. Find friends who only encourage and love you enough to help you go forward. Find others who need your encouragement and help in finding and going for their dreams.
I’m cheering for you. Maybe next time I will make that chocolate chai pie for you.
Thanks for stopping by. In case you want it, here is the bread recipe:
I mixed mine in a Kitchen Aid mixer with dough hook.
Multi-Grain Bread
1 pkg. active dry yeast – or 2 1/4 tsp active dry yeast
1/4 cup warm water
1/2 cup butter – cut up
1/4 cup organic raw cane sugar
1/4 cup Molasses
2 tsp. salt
2 cups boiling water
2 cups Whole Wheat Flour – 1 cup Cornmeal – 1 cup Oats
Enough Unbleached Flour to make a sticky dough – approx. 4 cups
Dissolve yeast in 1/4 cup warm water.
In a smaller bowl I put the butter, sugar, molasses and salt with the boiling water. Let butter melt and let it cool down so as not to be too hot for the yeast. I test that by holding my finger in it for a few seconds – if I have to yank my finger out then it is too hot.
Add liquid to yeast along with the WW Flour, cornmeal and oats. Then mix in White Flour and use that dough hook until all is incorporated. A good 3-4 minutes of mixing is good. If dough is too sticky – meaning you cannot pick it up in one ball – then slowly beat in more white flour until right consistency.
Put dough in a lightly oiled bowl and cover with a clean cloth for about 1 and 1/2 hours.
Punch dough down and form into any shapes you like. Pace on greased baking sheet or greased loaf pans. I chose this:
I cut slices in them with kitchen shears.
Cover these with the cloth again and let rise for about 40-45 minutes.
Bake in a preheated 350 degree F oven for about 40-50 minutes. Cool out of the pan and you better cut an end off while hot and smother it with butter and eat it!
A fellow blogger started posting “if we were having coffee……….” on her blog site now and then. She starts off by stating the above and goes off from there about what you would possibly talk about. I thought it was such a great idea.
Since I like my site to be a place that is homey and warm I thought I’d do that now and then from the standpoint of what I stated in my “About” page: “I call this “Let’s Have Another Piece of Pie” because to me, pie represents more than a piece of incredible sweetness, but a moment of bliss with people you love. It brings to me a type of peace that flows and flutters around a room of nostalgia and contemplative thoughts – even if I’m alone at the moment. Add a piece of good home-made pie to those moments and you’ve got a recipe for joy!”
With that in mind, I actually made a pie yesterday. A savory pie. A Chicken Pot Pie as we call them in the USA.
So, if you came to my house, I would set a place for you and cut you a great piece of this pie and I would tell you how happy I am to have you with me. I would also tell you how I tend to be a homebody and rarely make the initiative to get together with people that I love. That is a downfall for me. But when I get together I just love it and reflect back on what a great time I had and my heart gets encouraged by the company.
I would pour you another cup of coffee or tea and ask how you have been. I really want to know. And how about those Kansas City Royals?
I would not bring up politics and hope that you wouldn’t – that just gets me in a tizzy!
More pie? Then I would tell you about my grand daughters that I care for while the kids attend University. I would tell you that I love being a part of their upbringing and giving them a safe and secure second home. I would also tell you that it is hard and some days I feel like I’m not doing anything for the greater good.
I know you would comfort me and encourage me and I would be looking forward to more times like this together with you.
So, next time I may just make a sweet pie. So much more fun with coffee. Thank you for coming by…….
Well this coming Monday is the beginning of a new school year in The Burg. The University of Central Missouri begins classes and I begin watching my wee grand girls once again.
Am I ready? Well, it depends what perspective you take. I think I’ll take God’s perspective and just love on them. It’s the best I can give them and me.
This year the oldest – four years old – will be gong to a pre-school, in September, a few days a week. I think she will enjoy that and that means Penny June and I can bond deeper.
I love the transitional period when school begins for all ages. I love driving through campus and seeing the parents carrying refrigerators and boxes and bedding and sad faces trying to look happy when they say good bye to the children. I don’t take pleasure in their conflict but I am excited for the students and sad for the parents. I had many tears when we drove away from our kids. 😦
Our campus here just opened new dorms overlooking the football field and a Starbucks (for those who have yet to experience real coffee) and a Spin Pizza – all open to the public for all to enjoy!
University of Central Missouri – storeNew dorms and shops – UCM
I have written before that I just love my birthday! I’m beside myself with joy. I rarely get presents simply because that’s not how we roll in our family. We enjoy each other and eat and if any one wants to buy gifts we do – not because we have to. Such freedom to love.
So, today is my birthday and I am older! I went out for Pie with my good friend D.
The Upper Crust, Overland Park, Kansas
I had Gooseberry Pie for the first time in my life and I loved it. Tart and yummy! And this pie shop is so quaint. http://www.uppercrustpiebakery.com/
Myself – ackwardly trying to take a pic with D
And then we went to 10,000 Villages. If you haven’t been to a 10,000 Villages store then you really need to find one. They are so much fun to see the crafts from all over the world and the history of these stores can be found on their web site: http://www.tenthousandvillages.com/about-history/
And because it’s my birthday I give to YOU a weekend song:
I cut slices in them with kitchen shears.
Let's Have Another Piece of Pie 