Have you ever connected with someone on a level where neither have to say a word. The look you receive or give is just enough to convey. Lips do not press together but are able to be still, yet say so much. A sort of bond is reached and a sincerity develops through the silence. As the silence breaks, the bond becomes free in motion and emotion. One moment surpasses the next. A chance meet is now is the running for friendship–a gift of sharing and receiving. 
Author: cdibbs
Potatoes with Honey, What!!??
I am getting creative in the kitchen these days, I guess. I have stopped using recipes and started going by smell, taste and looks. I can’t say I have completely stopped with the recipe book, I sometimes need reminders for temperatures and cook times. This summer my boyfriends kids are here and I have cooked more food than ever before. We have a growing 16 yr. old boy—holy moly can he pack it in. I am trying to stay as healthy as possible for him and his sisters.
Tonight I have decided on roasted veggies and potatoes with some couscous and fresh cut watermelon on the side.
I separated the potatoes from the veggies for the purpose of space—with so much food I use two casserole dishes. Basically using all the veggies in my fridge creates an array of color.
1. Green and Orange Peppers
2. Whole, Peeled Garlic Cloves
3. Zucchini
4. Squash
5. Snow peas
6. Asparagus
Olive oil and spices makes a great coating. (Depending on my mood I sometimes coat them with coconut oil, oh so good.) This time around I used cumin and chili powder, pepper, thyme and parsley—I think I’m feeling feisty!
A little whiff of sweetness came crawling up my nose as I squared the potatoes, I looked to my side and saw the honey, hmmmmm–I’m adding this.
There you have it! I hope it turns out well. I added onions and mushrooms to the mix for a little caramelized candy action.
I love to cook. The best thing about these dishes is the fact there is no recipe to follow. You can easily obtain a healthy, balanced meal by color. I love the feel of water running over my hands while I clean the veggies. Peppers are my favorite. The texture is simultaneously soft and hard. They add color, flavor, and consistency. Whole roasted garlic cloves are delicious. You can add them to anything or roast them alone for a knock out spread. My mouth is watering thinking about the wonderful treat my taste buds are receiving tonight.
(Meat lovers—adding little bits of bacon creates a zesty boost for the couscous. The kids love it!)
What is for desert?
Testing
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A Thought
(picture credit goes to pencil revolution) I wrote this last night for my friends and family on my Facebook. I wanted to share it and then expand a little.
“Time doesn’t stop, or stand still. Moments are pockets of time captured forever in your memory. Others will be involved without knowing, not remembering the same moment. Perceptions based upon these moments distorts reality, it’s the in-between where people believe the truth.
Truth–such a funny word. Yet it holds the holds of all one’s events and thoughts, a very serious action. Is it an action, truth? A noun, a thing?? Truth is one’s perception of what they want to hear, see, smell, touch… It is what one is willing to accept. Regardless if what you believe is true or not, by steering away from one’s own truth creates an unbalance of events. Life will become out-of-control, like an LSD trip. Unraveling like a ball of yarn and in the middle will escape a smaller version of yourself, rolling around waiting for the end–where will it dump you?
These are the elements Jim Morrison may have tripped about. Maybe not.”
I am certainly feeling the need to write. I just don’t know where to start. I have so many thoughts and feelings streaming through me, they are too fast–my fingers just can’t keep up. It’s exhausting. But, this is why I must write. I have found myself in a new zone, but my mode is staying strong–it is not budging. However it’s molding so as to fit into the new space. Super difficult. I am finding myself having to stand up to or be against my own actions–hypocrite. I have to hide because of someone else–or rather I won’t change. And we’re not just talking about habits, it’s so much more, everything, how I see the world. All the ingredients to which the reason for the event to happen in the first place. I don’t feel like myself anymore, and I want to scream. Where is my looking mirror? I need The Voice to steer me back. How do I stand tall and express who I am without tainting the young in some way. What can I change without losing who I am? It’s Not that I am a bad human, but how do my actions and my morals, my perceptions stay in check as to not influence those around me–who are still growing, learning, becoming their own under someone else’s understanding. How do I love the man who sees the world differently than I do. Not even, how do I afford his mask that he wears during certain moments, at certain times, for certain reasons. Too many limitations for me I say–in the meantime I can’t help but feel his constraints. Yogi breaths, Yogi breaths…
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CDibbs 