Beginner's Heart

Beginner's Heart


tea and sympathy

tea & cookies2This has NOT been a good week. It’s gone steadily downhill since Monday… :( But it’s taken a turn for the better, and it’s all because I did a shamefully easy good deed: I lent 1/4 jar of molasses to my next-door neighbour.

Laura was making her beloved sister’s recipe of iced ginger cookies, and realised she didn’t have enough molasses. Turns out, I had plenty — even the right type & brand! A few hours later, Laura appeared at our door, fragrant warm cookies in hand. How cool is THAT?

Not only did Laura bring the cookies: she returned a full jar of molasses and a hand-written recipe card! Old-fashioned goodness is alive and well. Right next door!

So I made tea, and ate home-made ginger cookies (my family’s FAVOURITES), and life is once again good. Of course, now I have to try out the hand-written recipe and make an entire batch, so I can take some back to Laura. The sacrifices we make. :)

If your week has been equally disrupted by the shutdown, by the partisan name-calling, by your own anger (as mine has!), make some cookies. Brew some tea while they’re cooling. Invite a friend over. And then sit down and remember: all we have is this moment. Why waste it on being unhappy? Try some old-fashioned goodness instead.



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