My grandmother knitted those for me years ago. I remember her trying hard to finish them so I can have them with me to that new place of my husband's. It was tears of pain and fear. Why do I go so far and why can't I stay there in my home. As she knitted I sat there savoring her presence of love and selfsacrifice and hoped I can bring a bit of it to my new life. They served me well but became tattered and got holes and I couldn't make myself throw them away. Her hands touch still sleep softly on the stretched yarn. Her live still makes my feet feel as if I am seating next to her. So after many prayers and tears of failing to mend them today I did it and I cried tears if joy and pure contentment.
My stove is old. My wallpaper is old. It's the same wallpaper from when I moved here and I never changed it. Why would I change it? I just keep it clean. If you take better care of things, you can hold onto them longer. That's how I still run things. If it works, I keep it. If it doesn't, I see if I can use it for something else. If I can't, and I usually can, I toss it.
Clara Cannucciari, Clara's Kitchen: Wisdom, Memories, and Recipes from the Great Depression
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Brave yourselves, Alte Kameraden, because Marx, the Post Eater is hunger than ever! 3 posts banned since 7 am today.
Today we are honouring little Saint Lucia. Find out more about the traditions and celebrations of this festivity and its connection to the pagan light celebration as on the shortest day of the year (before Gregorian reform) in Fennoscandia. Link on our description. .
Traditions shall take a special place in our cultural fight back, hence we hope you will greatly enjoy posts like such.
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I am a happy fairy today as I am pleased to welcome you to our blog and first entry. Find link in our profile description.
I have prepared some crazily delicious jam cookies last night and I knew you all would love to try them too. So recipe is up on the blog. We just opened the blog today so you are more than welcome to read the ABOUT section there to find out more about our mission. .
We are really excited about this! Let us know what you think about the overall aesthetics of the blog and if you have any wishes (We will have topics to debate there touching the political sphere). Enjoy the cookies and tag us in your creation if you end up preparing them!
There are walks that become magical in their own way. With each step and prayer your soul comes forth with more life than before. When every blade of grass speaks to you, when the wind in the olive trees is telling you it will all turn out well for God's love demands it so from the universe. There some moments when you feel that you are in the most right place for you and that is the heart of God's will for you and it feels good like you are a child again free from the pressures of knowing it all and you dwell only now. And you feel so good with God's will while you skip through vineyards and olive groves back home. You feel alive while you chase some sheep to help the old neighbour who can't run after them. It's a lovely feeling of fresh air and God's grace for this moment only for the next I can think so far ahead I am still chasing sheep in my head.