Its So Good
During the Christmas of 1997 I decided to try my hand at peach cobbler. I was nervous because I didn't have a recipe and my in-laws were at dinner. My only experience was watching my husband's aunt make one once so I really took my time with everything. I felt as if needles were tumbling around in my stomach the whole time the cobbler cooked.
When I removed the pan from the oven, I was proud at the look of my finished product. The crust was golden brown and fit for a photo spread in a recipe book. The aroma caused mouths to water - I had to threaten my family with bodily harm so they wouldn't dig in to the delectable treat prematurely.
When it came time for tasting, I found that the cobbler - a balanced blend of butter, sugar, spices and special ingredients - was seasoned to perfection! My family raved about it all night and I knew it wasn't just talk because the entire pan disappeared in 5 minutes flat. My dessert was divine!
For every cobbler I've made since my first, I've attempted to reach that same level of perfection. I know all the ingredients and ratios like the back of my hand yet, none have been as good as the first (to me anyway).
The term baggage makes us think about bad things such as hurts or grudges in our past that are holding us back from a promising future. Believe it or not though, pleasant experiences can also weigh us down. Anyone got any happy loads to drop?
Happiness can flit around us as elusive as a butterfly. We revel in its beauty when we see it and wait for it to land on our shoulder, a glimmer of hope. Once we feel like we are in a place we enjoy, we often reserve a permanent place in our heart's memory praying it doesn't escape. A single enjoyable moment becomes the stick by which all other joy is measured and, when we find it cannot compare, disappointment sets in.
Why wouldn't we want a blissful life to be our inheritance? We should live as if we are entitled to a constant state of euphoria every moment we have available right? Just as the butterfly cannot live in a jar though, true happiness cannot survive in captivity. Since blessings come in all shapes and sizes, we should allow them to appear in their own form and transform with us as we grow.
If we can keep ourselves from leaning too heavily on a single type of delight, reflections on past joys can boost our excitement as we seek new experiences to make us smile. Believe that happiness is your portion, and open your heart to accept more.
When I removed the pan from the oven, I was proud at the look of my finished product. The crust was golden brown and fit for a photo spread in a recipe book. The aroma caused mouths to water - I had to threaten my family with bodily harm so they wouldn't dig in to the delectable treat prematurely.
When it came time for tasting, I found that the cobbler - a balanced blend of butter, sugar, spices and special ingredients - was seasoned to perfection! My family raved about it all night and I knew it wasn't just talk because the entire pan disappeared in 5 minutes flat. My dessert was divine!
For every cobbler I've made since my first, I've attempted to reach that same level of perfection. I know all the ingredients and ratios like the back of my hand yet, none have been as good as the first (to me anyway).
Today's Inspiration
Joy, no more than a cloud, can long retain a single shape
The term baggage makes us think about bad things such as hurts or grudges in our past that are holding us back from a promising future. Believe it or not though, pleasant experiences can also weigh us down. Anyone got any happy loads to drop?
Happiness can flit around us as elusive as a butterfly. We revel in its beauty when we see it and wait for it to land on our shoulder, a glimmer of hope. Once we feel like we are in a place we enjoy, we often reserve a permanent place in our heart's memory praying it doesn't escape. A single enjoyable moment becomes the stick by which all other joy is measured and, when we find it cannot compare, disappointment sets in.
Why wouldn't we want a blissful life to be our inheritance? We should live as if we are entitled to a constant state of euphoria every moment we have available right? Just as the butterfly cannot live in a jar though, true happiness cannot survive in captivity. Since blessings come in all shapes and sizes, we should allow them to appear in their own form and transform with us as we grow.
If we can keep ourselves from leaning too heavily on a single type of delight, reflections on past joys can boost our excitement as we seek new experiences to make us smile. Believe that happiness is your portion, and open your heart to accept more.
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