Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Nothing Gold Can Stay


Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

(Robert Frost)



Ol' Bob and I are like "this" (she crosses her fingers) - we observe and think deeply and come out with lines of words to express our observations and deep thoughts. I get what he is saying on a heart level. My husband and I were just talking about this very thing last night: the world is beautiful because people are here to notice it.

I think it doesn't matter whether you believe that God created the world in 7 miraculous days, or whether he set the ball in motion, or whether he gently molded each species over long periods of time, but there is one thing clear: it took PEOPLE, with their capacity to think, and observe, and reason and feel deeply about the world around them to make this world a beautiful place.

When the first person observed, noted and thought about the wonder of what makes a dragonfly actually fly, that was the same beautiful moment as it was when God formed that dragonfly. It was really created when someone noticed it.

There will never be a sunrise like the one that is happening at my house right this minute. The clouds will never light up quite like that again. The sun will never come through the trees in exactly the same configuration. And that sunrise doesn't really exist unless someone is here to notice it, rejoice in it, believe it is a beautiful, miraculous thing.

If we are created in the image of God, then we are here to create. One way we create beauty is by observing the moments, the intricacies, the light and dark of sunshine and shade, the one flake that will live for a moment then melt in my hand, memorize the stars, name the planets, find cures, determine why and how bees do what they do, plant trees and marvel at the work they do, think about our breath and how it goes in and fills our lungs and to watch a tiny baby curl and grasp with brand new fingers.

Life is a miracle!

Everyday, we should CREATE by taking time to literally smell the roses; no other rose will smell exactly the same.

We should live like children who are amazed at every moment by each new thing.

It is true that "nothing gold can stay", but the observation that my buddy Bob makes is that a different gold will come the next morning, and the next time the leaves are gold, and the next time and the next time and the next time, so that each time is different and precious and unique...CREATE by OBSERVING and being THANKFUL and feeling BLESSED to have been the one to see it, smell it, taste it, touch it and think about it.


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Another GOLD this morning: I made BUTTER! Okay, it wasn't too hard, and you can do it just this morning for your toast if you wanted to. I put a pint of heavy whipping cream in the stand mixer and set it on low (if you set it on high, then when the buttermilk and the fat separate - which happens SUDDENLY - you'll get buttermilk splashed everywhere). It took about 15 - 20 minutes (it could take less time, it could take more time according to other directions I've read). And suddenly there was a hunk of pale yellow butter sitting in a pool of cloudy looking water - this is buttermilk. I saved it to make some buttermilk bread this week. A pint of cream made a big "handful" of butter, so that gives you a sort of measurement.

Then what you have to do is just to squeeze the butter and rinse it until the water comes out clear. If you leave any of the buttermilk behind, it will cause your butter to go rancid quick. I will use cheesecloth for this next time, as that would be easier to squeeze the butter with.

Then I added small dashes of salt and mixed it until I liked the flavor, and VIOLA! Butter!!!!! I'm on the lookout for an antique butter mold now - This is a simple joy that I could do every single day if I wanted to :)

Happy Creating!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Emmie invited me for some "buttah" . I'm so glad that you love to do all these wonderful things and find such joy in them. I know that when Ethan & Emmie are grown they'll be doing the same things and remembering their momma with such love & joy.
love,ma