BONJOUR

I just learned from Hungry Girls website that today is national french-toast day!  Well, gee why were not we Cajuns notified?   Or us Texans?  We are the absolute professionals in this luscious dish.  Although she stuffs it with stuff, I am a purist and stick with the tried and true.  In Louisiana it's called Pain Perdue=lost bread, and was a use for leftover or stale bread. Another frugal Cajun trick.

Get some butter sizzling in a wide iron skillet.

In shallow bowl whip 1 egg, and add 1 cup of milk and whip some more.  Sprinkle cinnamon over milk mixture.

Then dip 2 slices of white...bread, one at a time and cook side by side in skillet until brown, flip them, brown the other side and put on plate.

I always sprinkle white sugar over my French Toast but my Cajun husband pours pancake or Steen's syrup over his Pain Perdue.

This has been a nice reminder of a favorite childhood treat.

I hope you try it.

Bonjour!

OUR SACRED SELVES

You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your own joy and in your days of abundance.  Kahlil Gibran


This morning, as I was sitting to write and read and pray, I looked up and really noticed the two votive candles I have been burning lately.

I realized that one is a luscious blue-green hobnail, the kind that my Aunt Julie used to have in her wonderful house and the other is purple, my mothers favorite color.  It seems to me these symbolize the two women who raised me.  Instead of no mother, I have two!

 

 

Today I am so grateful and I live in abundance!

Namaste.

 

 

 

 

 

MY SACRED SELF

I am feeling very FILLED today and for once I am not talking about my tummy.  My heart is full and my soul is happy. 

Yesterday I completed the 21 day Abundance on line with Deepak Chopra.  I could feel everyone else with me on that new kind of voyage.  I was in solitude, yet surrounded by love.

Today, I will again share a healing reiki meditation with light-workers all over the globe.  I have received several images through this sharing of the gift of love. And I am grateful.

 

                                                                      Namaste.

OUR SACRED SELVES

I am blessed with having many young mothers in my life.  I think being a mom or a dad gives us a chance to stop  and play.  We get to dance with our own inner child again, as well.  And take care of them and love them.  Nurture them, read to them, sing to them.

I see these young people making good healthy choices.  It makes me so proud.

I remember many good times with my own children.  Often, I felt like one of them, and romped and played, danced and sang.

And I am grateful.
Namate.

OUR SACRED SELVES

We had a quiet but lov-ly holiday.  Sharing turkey legs and cranberry sauce shaped like a can-can't be beat!

 Papa and I combined old recipes to make BREAD PUDDING:

We combined 2 cups milk with one can of evaporated milk.  Some recipes call for cream, but I believe the old Cajuns would have saved their fresh cream for coffee. Then we tore up a small loaf of real French bread (baguette) and let it soak in the mixture for an hour. 

We beat 2 eggs with 1/2 cup sugar and 2 t vanilla and poured this over bread mixture and mixed it well.  We then poured that into a baking pan that had been lined with 2T melted butter.  It baked slowly, 300 degrees, for at least an hour and a half.

The sauce we poured over it when it was still hot was:  1/2 c butter with 1/2 c sugar and 1 cup evaporated milk.  This was stirred well over low heat and then poured over bread pudding. It turned out yummy!

Our newest family members came by that afternoon.

 

 And we love them a lot

 !!!!

 

 

Then:

 

The next day I had a painting party

 

for two enthusiastic young Picassos!!

 

 

Today I am pooped, but HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



 

OUR SACRED SELVES

This morning I have done everything I have always hoped to do.  I have played with art with no deadline and no expectation.  In my recently new  "retirement" I have never worked harder or been happier.

Later, I will share a turkey leg, rice dressing, and cranberry sauce shaped like a can, with my nearest loved ones.

I pray for you grateful wishes, and everything that you already are. Beautiful and wonderfully complete.

Namaste'

MY SACRED SELF

I have recently resurrected JOSIE'S ANTIQUE GARDEN, the mystery I have been writing, and rewriting......since 1990.  It is so much fun to read the pages I wrote so long ago, and change the vehicles to more recent ones and even change one of my main characters age so she can be twenty-three instead of thirty-three.  Big difference there!

The biggest thing I have noticed is that Josie is the me I wish to be.  She is gentle and kind and she takes things calmly and proceeds to figure them out. 

I want to be that person.  I think maybe I am almost there. I "heard" me tell myself in a half-dream last night, "Treat yourself gently, Ros."  I will work on that....no, play on that, today.

Namaste.

MY SACRED SELF

Sunday mornings, I've begun again listening to Prairie Home Companion:

"A state that loves Willie Nelson, is a state that has come to terms with it's own contradictions."             -Garrison Kellor

From this little Texas girl, sick with a cold but happy in her pj's, 'NUF SAID.

OUR SACRED SELVES

       

                     This is our new neighbor,
                     out gardening on her deck.
                     We love her BIG, BIG!

                      Namaste.

MY SACRED SELF

November first, two-thousand and twelve.  Tomorrow I will start the 71st year of my life.  My INTENTION is to grow leaner and browner and kinder.  I will laugh more and cry enough.  I will DANCE and  SING my way through the rest of my life, creating art and fun and healing light around me like an ever widening spiral of love.

I ask Your help to choose these things everyday and sometimes many times a day.

Thank You for Your help my God, my angels and my guides.
Thank You.

I will add to this my daily addition to my journaling, that is on the days that I am wise enough to write in one:   
Fill my cup to 110%, thank You
Charge my shields to 100%, thank You
I live in my integrity, I speak my truth, I surrender my will to God's will in the co-creation of my life, thank You.
Namaste.

(If you decide to journal, be sure to write in long-hand, pen or pencil to paper. That personal connection is the miracle.)