There are days and there are days. There are days when the sun shines and I see a blue sky. I smile. There are days when I share a few thoughts and some photos from my life and then read the comments. Those comments make me smile too. They literally can lift me. They touch me. They reach me.
The generosity of fellow readers and bloggers never ceases to encourage me. The generosity of sharing shines through. A snippet of information, an experience – good or bad, some news form a life in another land, a touching thought, it is all encouraging.
And when I listen to the news and hear the doom and gloom of atrocities committed it’s easy to forget that there are simply billions of lives being lived, and that there are positives out there. There are blue skies and sunshine in amongst the grime and dirt.
I imagine a pin in a map that is me and then I scale up and zoom out from the map of the world as if I am in outer space looking through a telescope and there is a teeny teeny dot where I am, barely visible to the naked eye. Blogging to me means I’ve been able to draw my small world closer to others. The dot in the ocean is connected to other dots on mountainsides, dots in big cities, dots on farms and dots in other small towns.
I can connect with worlds away from my small town seaside residence, with different cultures, views and lives lived. It connects me with the minutiae and special. It connects me with the human and this remarkable planet. I see the world through hundreds of eyes and ears; everyday I see something new and different, maybe an old favourite, a thing of beauty, the outright hilarious, inspirational words or something that in other worlds outside of blogging could be considered ordinary. I’ve re-discoverd the ordinary is the special. That normal is captivating. All those dots on the map are connected – small lines drawn between them, radiating out of their towns and into countries and continents.
There are days when the world out ‘there’ is a big bad scary place, and then I think of all these tiny dots on the landscape all connected – I imagine whizzing and whirring of lines, of information passed and connected.
And there are days when you leave a comment on a fellow bloggers post and it’s followed up by an email offering a suggestion and help. The view from my desk is that this is a generous world. I asked a question, I queried something I’d not heard of before and the next thing I know I have a recipe with instructions and suggestions. A week or so later I’m busy making them – how could I not, the recipe was sent in generosity.
I baked and ate with that generosity in mind. I shared the tasty treats with generosity. What on earth am I banging on about – Almond Butter Cookies of course. A novelty for me. When I read the words Almond Butter I didn’t understand what it was – it’s simple, it’s just like peanut butter but made with Almonds. DOH !! I love almonds – their rich milkyness, I love cookies, I like baking, I LOVE eating. Simples!
So a huge thank you to Spree for dropping me a line. And on reflection it’s so easy for me to do; maybe I should take a leaf out of Spree’s Generosity Book and share a bit more, make a few more ‘connections’, offer a suggestion or just say Hi.
The full recipe is on her blog, and this is a link for those who want to make their own Almond Butter. The cookies are tasty and treaty, a perfect snacking cookie, great with a cuppa. When I first read the instructions for making the Almond Butter I was a bt worried as I don’t have a super-duper mixer, but I needn’t have worried, the mix came out just fine. And honestly if I can make them anyone can. Fancy sharing and trying something new? It’s a pleasure!
And the photos? Firstly an admission – I’ve managed to lose the photos I took of the cookies. And I’m in no mood to bake, I have a stinking summer cold which is rendering my head to a blurry cloudy mess and my tastebuds to mush. Instead I’ll share some photos I took on Sunday – more blue skies for BAM in her grey Hong Kong and a heart drawn in the sky for Spree.
They were all taken on Sunday from a friends window. Here in Hastings we held an event to break a world record for the most number of pirates in one place. Yes it was nuts – have you ever stood on a beach with 14,000 other idiots – sorry that should read fellow citizens dressed as a pirate? No? You haven’t lived my friends!
And as part of the days events, Hastings hosted the Red Arrows – an aerobatics team that can be hired out for events and special times. Their aeronautical acrobatics are astounding. They roared into town, amazed and dazzled us. I reflected at one point that these are ostensibly machines made for war, adapted, but originally for war. And then I looked at their loops and swoops and I could see their beauty and power. I could appreciate the deftness and daring of their display. I could wonder and ohh and ahhh. And I thought you might like to get a glimpse of what it was like for us to peer out of an upper storey, with the rooftops of Hastings Old Town and the blue-blue sea and the blue-blue sky around us and marvel at what humankind can do.
The photos were all snapped in the moment with my pocket digital camera – greatly helped with blue sun and sea as background.
Life is rich!