Everyday Recipe ~ #SoCS

2019-2020 SoCS Badge by Shelley! https://www.quaintrevival.com/

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “recipe.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Having passed 70, I’ve had to tweak my recipe for a successful, satisfying life repeatedly…kinda like for brownies: maybe adding a pinch of chili powder and cinnamon, or vanilla extract, orange extract, chocolate chips (or other chips), nuts, coconut, raisins, etc.

I can do brownies practically blindfolded–but managing Life is more complicated because we’re not born with little Walmart-wrapped manuals tucked in the womb.

As I coast through my Winter season I try to stir, mix, (never beat)–the proper measures of these ingredients:

Faith in Christ

Compassion

Generosity, Gentleness, Grace, Gratitude

Hope, Humor (Laughter)

Kindness

Listening

Mercy

Patience, Praise & Prayer

Resilience

The results aren’t perfect every time…some days they’re a bit burnt around the edges, but I just start over. 

Tomorrow’s efforts might have the aroma of blue-ribbon brownies fresh from the heart

©Pilar Brook, 2024

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Boat Adrift

Alas, our boat had

Drifted long till days blurred one

Into another

Endless, with salt breeze resting

On hot skin briefly, then gone

What were we to do?

Dream of Heaven, or lost loves?

Make confession…die?

We closed our eyes to calm thoughts

Of  Yesterday, Tomorrow

For sundown coming

Nigh was gentle rose-gold sky

To comfort tired hearts

And shallow water lapped boat

As though singing lulla-bye

While stars were dressing

Clouds for evening’s brighter fete

Angels’ wings wispered…

Our boat drifted, drifted still

Souls sifting dreams like fine sand

©Pilar Brook, 2024

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2024/06/01/rdp-saturday-boat/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2024/05/29/breeze/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2024/05/29/dressing/

Sea’s Restless Heart

Sea is restless heart

Ever churning what’s beneath

Turning tides within

First high, then low, hope ebbing

Till cleansing froth of wave crests…

Midnight’s dark waters

Settle placid nearly still

Rest ‘neath hand of God

Who is, will remain, Sovereign

As when Spirit beckoned Sea

©Pilar Brook, 2024