Writer's Block

I have writer's block, senioritis and various other academic ailments.
The dreary day doesn't help much at all. All I really want to do is sit on the ground and work on my braided rug, or watch the sprouts grow in the little sprout-growing contraption that my mom gave to me.
For those of you who haven't seen my rug, here's the latest portrait of my "baby". She grows slowly but surely. Right now, she's nearly 7 feet long and 5 feet wide, and that's probably about where she'll stop.


I have to plug away at some reading, reports, and an executive summary that is frustrating my non-business minded brain. I'd rather just do something, not talk about doing it!
At least I get to go to the Joshua Farm this afternoon :) The plethora of little seedlings is always a huge boost to my spirits. Well, I ought to get back to that executive summary...

My Fridge is Starting to Look like Spring!

My dear mother brought me a bag of fresh lettuce and some spring onions today, and I had a delicious salad for lunch. What a blessing! My fridge is still full of jars from the bounty of last year's harvest, but there begins to be a small influx of new spring delicacies.

I thought it might be fun to give you a quick peek into my fridge.

I also opened the lid of my grab-and-go food for the week: cooked bulgur with peas and pesto :) A fun and easy spin on tabouleh salad!

A life of significance?

I hear two voices- one telling me that I ought to be accomplishing things for God, that I should be striving very hard to care for the poor and oppressed. And so I pursue that. I am working to improve food access in underserved communities. And so I take classes, read lots of dietetics journal articles, talk with friends, attend workshops, and apply to graduate school for nutrition.

And then I'm hit with this thought-provoking quote by Henry Nouwen about the importance of the ministry of presence, "My own desire to be useful, to do something significant, or to be part of some impressive project is so strong that soon my time is taken up by meetings, conferences, study groups, and workshops that prevent me from walking the streets. It is difficult not to have plans, not to organize people around an urgent cause, and not to feel that you are working directly for social progress. But I wonder more and more if the first thing shouldn't be to know people by name, to eat and drink with them, to listen to their stories and tell your own, and to let them know with words, handshakes and hugs that you do not simply like them, but you truly love them."

I pray that God will continue to give me grace and understanding to know how to integrate action with the ability to simply "be".

PS. Have you ever heard of a "Veggie Mobile"? This is my current project of action.