Looking For A Stone

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A beautiful bowlful of pocket rocks

Everybody Needs A Rock

After last week’s musings, I was reminded by a comment to revisit a book that I read with my kids many years ago and am now re-reading with my grandkids. It’s called Everybody Needs A Rock, written in 1974 by Byrd Baylor, with dreamy, evocative illustrations by Peter Parnall. In a world where books come and go but rarely stay, I was fascinated to find that our local library system has not one but five copies (very unusual since the system managers generally get rid of older books faster than they bring in new ones). Obviously this charming book still speaks to many people, since it’s gained Classic status.

The original American Library Association starred review said, “The free verse of this original book speaks perceptively to the spiritual-sensual affinity that can spring up between a living being and an inanimate object.” While I’ve never really thought about my relationship with rocks that way, I agree with the idea that physical connection with natural objects can be soothing and healing. I’ve always found my pocket rocks to be grounding as well, helping me to remember that we humans are part of the natural world even though we don’t always act like it.

Watching For Pocket Rocks

The book offers ten rules for finding a rock that suits you just right. My dad collected beautiful rocks whenever we were at the beach, bringing them home to the incorporate into the front walkway of our house. I remember watching him carefully place each stone before embedding each one in fresh concrete, alternating dark and light, striped and mottled, plain and sparkly. Growing up, I thought minerals were as beautiful and intriguing as plants. Though I never learned much geology, I’ve never lost my pleasure in handling and admiring lovely stones. While I always enjoyed reading the Everybody Needs A Rock book with kids, I’ve never had any trouble finding rocks that wanted to come home with me.

My grandkids also love stones and we rarely return home from walks without a pocketful of rocks, whether curious and interesting looking or simply stones that feel wonderful in the hand or to the touch. It can take some time to decide whether a given stone is right but the good news is, you can always put them back for someone else to find if they don’t work out. Some of my favorite stones have a slight depression that makes them especially strokable by a fidgeting thumb. When I first started doing a lot of public speaking, fiddling with my pocket rocks kept my hands from shaking with nerves. To this day, a good rock in each pocket can keep me calm and attentive during a loooooong meeting (or at least give me the appearance of being calm and attentive).

Gifting Stones

Yesterday my grandkids and I walked through our little town, looking at lights and decorations and admiring sparkly holiday displays. We ended up as we often do at a delightful little store called Hidden Gem, full of minerals and semi-precious stones in all shapes and sizes. After a great deal of looking and handling, they decided to buy some gifts for my daughter, who has had a long, painful and difficult year and is still not out of the woods. They finally settled on the idea of sewing two tiny silk bags and buying a very special stone to put in each one.

The older child chose Moonstone, partly because it’s one of the birthstones for June, but also because the description called it a stone for “new beginnings”, which would certainly be welcome(!). Moonstone is said to support inner growth and strength, soothe emotional and physical stress, and provide stable calmness. What’s not to love? The younger child chose a polished piece of Rose Quartz, partly because it’s so pretty and feels comforting, and partly because the description said that Rose Quartz opens the heart to self-love, friendship, deep inner healing and feelings of peace. Calming and reassuring, it also helps to comfort in times of grief. Not coincidentally, I happen to have several pieces of Rose Quartz in my own collection, as I find it very attractive to look at and to hold. As for those attributes, whether real or imaginary, I find the very idea of peaceful calmness comforting, and aspire to achieve that every day. Onward, right?

 

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Hopeful Holidays

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Free spirited fun cheerfully ignores the template

Cultivating Creativity

My dear grandchildren have been with me quite a lot lately and I’ve been delighting in noticing how they are changing as they begin to grow up. Quite literally, as they both grew a lot taller over the summer, reminding me how quickly childhood streams away. It’s clear that the youngsters of today experience the world through very different lenses than I did. Even kids like mine who have very limited screen time and are not saturated in pop culture have a far better grip on the use of technological devices than I do. Their matter of fact proficiency shows me that they already take instant access to information totally for granted, something I would have been ecstatic about myself, as I was curious about so much that I noticed and read about and always wanted to find out more. The library was my absolute favorite place to spend time, though not all answers could be found even there. I loved wandering through the stacks, which seemed endless, towering floor to ceiling on three huge floors and packed with what seemed like millions of books.

That magnificent Carnegie library was and still is a treasure, and when I moved to the island, I was delighted to find similar stacks at the local library, if on a less grandiose basis. Today, however, our regional library system seems intent on getting rid of books altogether in favor of ebooks and audiobooks. While both have their place, it’s heartening to watch my grandchildren curl up with an actual book and lose themselves in a story. Interestingly, they often prefer older books where the character descriptions are limited and any illustrations leave a lot to the imagination. That way, the reader can dream into the story and characters and decide for themselves what people and places and things looked like. I myself prefer this style, and when my kiddos make up stories for their endless games, the plots are always imaginative and the sagas are full of intriguing characters and incidents that can change in a blink if the story needs a twist to make it more exciting.

Creative Holidays

That same free spirited approach is enlivening our holiday making as well. When presented with handy pre-made kits for making gingerbread houses, the children responded gleefully without the slightest regard for any intentions the makers had. They totally ignored the illustrated guide to icing and candy placement and instead created lively stories about the house inhabitants, which included Moss People and Shrub People, Frog People and Slug People, as well as mysterious Purple Blob People who then became food coloring-infused magical potions instead. The houses were soon dripping with these potions and surrounded with luxuriant gardens full of living plants and tiny magical critters. Extra pieces intended for roof dormers became tents put up beside a pond which supported magical lily pads for the Frog People.

I love their insouciance in regard to artistic rules, carefully nurtured by their parents. Their amazing mother is an artist who has supported their creativity in every way, from costuming and cookery to painting, sculpting and general Making. It’s been my privilege to build on that base, from knitting, sewing, and baking whatever their games required to suppling whatever additional materials are needed to incorporate treasures brought home from nature rambles into beautiful assemblages, often for gifts. Budgets are tight this year, so this weekend they spent a whole day making holiday gifts for their large extended family with hardly a break. They painted and drew, crafted with clay and assembled marvelously scented blends of dried petals we gathered all summer from roses and calendulas, lavender and chamomile. They made pot pourri and tea sachets and bath salts, then added essential oils to avocado oil and filled tiny bottles with oil made fragrant with attar of roses, orange oil and lavender essence. My kitchen still smells amazing, probably because the table absorbed a certain amount of the oil.

Gifts Of Creativity

The kids went home with a boxful of cinnamon rolls as well as their carefully wrapped gifts. I was left to revel in my own gift, a stained shirt that I hoped some fabric markers might hide. Instead of making a little flower as I suggested, my granddaughter transformed the plain shirt into an exploration of the galaxy, complete with a wrap-around Milky Way. Stars and moons and planets mingle cheerfully with all sorts of floating astronaut creatures, from a flying fish with a helmet full of water to a space bunny and much more. How much richer is her vision than mine, and how grateful I am for the opportunity to watch creativity bloom in another generation. Onward indeed!

 

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Hope Blooms In Unexpected Places

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Blooming on despite freezing weather

Of Sweet Peas and Smooth Stones

This year I planted a late batch of sweet peas, not expecting much as they rarely thrive all summer. To my surprise, they rose up in a huge mass over six feet high and bloomed endlessly all summer long. Eventually a wild autumn wind storm blew most of them down yet they kept on blooming, if more sparsely, even while bent double. Several strands somehow clung to the house wall and they have continued to flower through freezing nights and several more gusty wind storms. Out of season flowers always seem especially precious, bravely blooming no matter what the world brings them. For many years I’ve made little end of the year tussy-mussies from such belated blooms, bound with a grassy ribbon to gift to friends.

In homage to the originals (bundled herbs held near the nose to cover up the stink of the Elizabethan streets), I always include fragrant herbs, from rosemary and sage to thyme, oregano, and a bit of mint (there’s always a bit of mint, even under deep snow). This year, my little bunches will hold a rosebud or two, along with the ever-productive calendulas and a spray of feverfew, but no sweet peas. Admiring the way these lingering flowers hang on day after day, producing bud after bud, I don’t have the heart to cut them. In the cool, moist air, they last far longer on the stem anyway; taken indoors, they fade and flop after just a day or two of warmth and dry air. Outside, they still attract hummingbirds as well as a few confused bees which stumble around like little drunks, probably wondering why they bothered to stay awake.

Persistence And Hope

When it feels like the fate of the world and the planet hang in the balance, hope isn’t easy to find. It’s tempting to ignore the many dire situations developing all around the world yet I don’t think we really can. Once we become aware of both the reality and the potential for worse, we can’t unknow that information. We can cover it up with various distractions but part of us is always aware that things on the brink can topple in a moment. I keep reminding myself that things can change for the better as well, if rarely in the blink of an eye. Looking back over my lifetime, it feels like there have always been looming dangers and difficulties like shadows in my mind and I know I’m not alone in this. Yesterday I overheard two passersby exchanging childhood memories of hiding under school desks in case a bomb hit nearby. One said she felt like that threat is back in play and the other nodded sadly, adding, unless the Big One hits first; then it’ll be tsunami time!

When we lack agency in so many arenas, I find it both hopeful and helpful to remind myself of things I CAN do. For starters, I can plant trees; whatever tomorrow brings, they will go on trading breath with other living beings. I can teach younger people to garden and to engage with plants more fully, so they know it’s not just about picking tomatoes. Every garden of any size is a gift to the planet and all its’ creatures. Learning to love bees and bugs and birds and bears and understand that they all deserve a peaceful place to live is an ongoing gift that really never ends. Learning to observe what’s happening in a garden beyond the human activity we may engage in is eye opening and helps us develop actual relationships with the plants and the critters. Walking around with younger (or older) people and noticing native plants, birds, and squirrels together can be eye opening too and maybe even life changing as well.

Hope Is Good Medicine

Instead of buying a bunch of holiday gifts this year, my family is gifting each other time and attention. We’re taking nature walks where we try to be as observant as possible, even though that may slow us down to a crawl. Sometimes the crawl is literal, as we get down on knees (and that ain’t always easy) to check out tiny fungi and mosses. Sometimes we spend time examining the intricacies of lacy lichens on twigs and branches and the flat, spreading ones on stumps and stones.
The grandkids always like to bring home a few treasures, from glossy chestnuts and acorns to glittery stones and shiny seashells. Truth be told, I still do that myself, especially when I find just the right water-smoothed stone to carry in my pocket. Holding such a stone feels like connecting to the earth; I love to imagine the long history that brought it from rugged cliff or mountaintop to river and ocean and finally to my path, a soothing, comforting gift from the earth. Thinking about the millennia, maybe even eons, it took for that stone to reach me reminds me that my perspective is extremely limited and short sighted. That in turn reminds me that taking comfort and finding peace wherever we can is good medicine for us and for the world. Onward, right?

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The Various Virtues of Potatoes

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A plethora of potatoes is a wonderful thing

Soil Building & Seasonal Satisfaction

A kind farmer friend recently gifted us with a glorious bag of potatoes, combining German Butterballs with red skinned and purple varieties. All are delicious in their own way and experimenting to learn which does what best is a delightful exercise. In my experience, those heritage German Butterballs do everything well; whether boiled, roasted, pan fried, baked, scalloped, mashed, you name it, they’re fabulous. They also contribute greatly to hearty seasonal soups, and as freezing nights bring frosty mornings, my soup pot is often simmering on the stove.

In the garden or on the farm, potatoes are valued as one of the most nutrient-dense subsistence crops, right along with beans and peas. Anyone hoping to provide much of their food from the land knows that potatoes are a generous crop in several ways; not only do they offer strong nutritional gifts, but they also are a gift that keeps on giving. As all potato growers know, you never quite manage to harvest them all, so each spring, any little escapees will push up leaves and create a new potato colony to feed your family for free. When making those enormous rolling manor lawns, English estate owners traditionally used potatoes as a cleansing crop. Planted thickly, potato plants rapidly out-compete weeds and their deep-delving roots open heavy soils like living shovels.

Potatoes On The Table

In recent years, low-carb diets have been a popular fad, causing potatoes to fall from favor (except for during certain holidays!). It’s true that potatoes are starchy vegetables, with less fiber than many others. Like corn, winter squash, sweet potatoes, and beans, peas and lentils, potatoes are usually considered a side dish, yet all around the world, people have lived and worked hard while eating largely of these stalwart veggies. After all, our bodies convert starches (carbs) to glucose, which fuels our bodies (especially our brains). Even as a side, potatoes bring more to the table than white rice and pasta, from various minerals (depending on your soil) to potassium (an important electrolyte) and enough Vitamin C (an antioxidant) to prevent scurvy. If you don’t peel them, potato skins contribute fiber as well. What’s not to love?

Satisfying Seasonal Soups

Since my soup pot is already on the stovetop, it’s super easy to stir together a tasty melange and create some sort of soup. My soups often feature leftovers, from raw or roasted vegetables to post-holiday turkey and caramelized onions. That makes the recipes hard to duplicate but half the charm of inventive cooking is that very evanescence. Today, my soup pot filled up with the usual starters; a splash of avocado oil (though any kind will do), some chopped up onion, garlic, and celery and a sprinkle of my current favorite herb salt. (Right now it’s the rosemary and garlic blend, both from the garden.)

Next came a lonely carrot, some kale stems (I add the greens later) and some of those plump potatoes (Today it’s the red skin’s turn). All that sizzled gently in the covered pot until the vegetables sweated a bit, which concentrates their flavors nicely. At that point in the process, I’ll add enough water or broth to cover everything, by an inch or so if I want a thicker soup and by several inches if the goal is a brothier verson. Browsing the fridge, I found several things I could add, such as the caramelized onions, some smoked salmon, and a chunk of ham.

Time To Choose

In the soup making process, this is a decision point: When cooking for myself, the soups often turn out to be vegetarian or pescatarian if not vegan, but when family is here, I often add carnivore food, such as ham or Italian sausages. Since my son is now with us half the week, today’s soup was enriched with split peas and ham. I cooked the dried split peas with more garlic, a little rosemary and thyme, and some of the fattier ham, which I fished out before pureeing the soup with my favorite stick blender. (What a great invention!) Now a taste test provides another decision point; a little black pepper? Some smoked paprika? A tad more salt, or a little splash of cider vinegar?

When experimenting, start with small amounts and give them a little time for the effects to develop. If anyone else is around, I offer a spoonful and ask for opinions and ideas. If not, I wing it, being mindful that my sensitivity to saltiness and sweetness is gradually becoming less acute, so I tend to under-season until I get a second opinion. This is especially wise with soup, which matures in complexity and deepens in flavor as it mellows. I like to make soup a day ahead of when I plan to serve it, leaving it in the fridge overnight. Since there are usually several kinds in that crowded fridge, I’ve learned to label and date the lids (blue painters tape makes a very distinctive marker). Some of each soup goes in the freezer as well, similarly labeled and dated to avoid fishing out anonymous packages or elderly yogurt containers and trying to decide what buried treasures they contain… Onward, right?

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