Friday, November 20, 2020

JAM MADE FROM PINE CONES

 


JAM  MADE  FROM  PINE  CONES 

  Recipe

This jam is a real delicacy. In addition, it is also very useful, especially in the cold season. It is recommended to eat no more than 1 cone a day. And the syrup from this jam can be used even for children and pregnant women to prevent colds.

INGREDIENTS

    1 kg -  pine cones
    1 glass - Sugar
    1 pinch - Cinnamon
    1 pinch - Vanilla sugar


PREPARATIONS

1. - Go through the bumps. I recommend using rubber gloves, otherwise it will be difficult to wash your hands later. In a pot with a thick bottom, fill the cones with water so that it completely covers them. Bring to a boil and cook over low heat for 40 minutes.

2. - Leave the lumps in this broth for 12-14 hours.

3. - Set aside the cones separately, drain the broth.

4. - Add sugar, vanilla sugar, and cinnamon to the syrup. Cook over low heat for 1.5 hours.

5. - At the end of cooking, the syrup will get a beautiful reddish color.

6. - 15 minutes before the end of cooking, return the cones to the pan and cook the jam.

7. - Spread out on banks.

GOOD APPETITE !





Wednesday, November 18, 2020

GIFTS AND PRESENTS - by Aufie Zophy

 


 GIFTS  AND  PRESENTS

by  Aufie Zophy


Isn’t it always fun and pleasant
To receive a wonderful present
Wrapped in paper and ribbons of gold
A gift of value and beauty untold


Unexpected or on a special event
Received from a brother or friend
Such gifts make us really feel good
They have to power to change our mood


Now in your heart and mind,
think about gifts of another kind
of presents that are floating in the air
forever and always there.


Everyday we get such gifts for free
Think just about all the beauty we see
The peace we find at dawn in our room
The song of a bird, a marvellous tune


There is so much in nature to be adored
Which gets all too often simply ignored
So is also the love that sits in our heart
And the creativity, our sense for art.


The love sits in our heart; be always aware:
It is replenished no matter how much we share
Sharing love, the greatest gift we get from God
But all too often we appreciate it not.


Creativity another gift from above
As valuable for our character as love.
Using our talents as well as we can
for helping any other woman or man


Most of the gifts of nature are always there
We just need to open our heart and let it in
Love and creativity in abundance to share
So let’s all be aware and live a life from within.







Monday, November 16, 2020

WHAT LIFE SHOULD BE - by Pat A. Fleming

 



WHAT  LIFE  SHOULD  BE

by Pat A. Fleming



     To learn while still a child

    What this life is meant to be
.
    To know it goes beyond myself,

    It’s so much more than me.




    To overcome the tragedies,

    To survive the hardest times.

    To face those moments filled with pain,

    And still manage to be kind.




    To fight for those who can’t themselves,

    To always share my light.

    With those who wander in the dark,

    To love with all my might.




    To still stand up with courage,

    Though standing on my own.

    To still get up and face each day,

    Even when I feel alone.




    To try to understand the ones

    That no one cares to know.

    And make them feel some value

    When the world has let them go.




    To be an anchor, strong and true,

    That person loyal to the end.

    To be a constant source of hope

    To my family and my friends.




    To live a life of decency,

    To share my heart and soul.

    To always say I’m sorry

    When I’ve harmed both friend and foe.




    To be proud of whom I’ve tried to be,

    And this life I chose to live.

    To make the most of every day

    By giving all I have to give.




    To me that’s what this life should be,

    To me that’s what it’s for.

    To take what God has given me

    And make it so much more




    To live a life that matters,

    To be someone of great worth.

    To love and be loved in return

    And make my mark on Earth. 






DESIDERATA - by Max Ehrmann

 



DESIDERATA

by  Max  Ehrmann



     Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, 
be on good terms with all persons.

    Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even 
to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.


 Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. 
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or 
bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons 
than yourself.


    Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested 
in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession 
in the changing fortunes of time.


    Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; 
many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere 
life is full of heroism.


Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical 
about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment 
it is as perennial as the grass.


    Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering 
the things of youth.


    Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. 
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are
 born of fatigue and loneliness.


    Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are
 a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; 
you have a right to be here.


And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is 
unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, 
whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors
 and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in
 your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, 
it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy. 





THE GUEST HOUSE - by Rumi

 


THE  GUEST  HOUSE

by  Rumi


This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.




I GIVE YOU BACK - by Joy Harjo

 

 


I GIVE YOU BACK

by Joy Harjo



I release you, my beautiful and terrible
fear. I release you. You were my beloved
and hated twin, but now, I don’t know you
as myself. I release you with all the
pain I would know at the
death of my children.

You are not my blood anymore.

I give you back to the soldiers
who burned down my home, beheaded my children,
raped and sodomized my brothers and sisters.
I give you back to those who stole the
food from our plates when we were starving.

I release you, fear, because you hold
these scenes in front of me and I was born
with eyes that can never close.

I release you
I release you
I release you
I release you

I am not afraid to be angry.
I am not afraid to rejoice.
I am not afraid to be black.
I am not afraid to be white.
I am not afraid to be hungry.
I am not afraid to be full.
I am not afraid to be hated.
I am not afraid to be loved.

to be loved, to be loved, fear.

Oh, you have choked me, but I gave you the leash.
You have gutted me, but I gave you the knife.
You have devoured me, but I laid myself across the fire.

I take myself back, fear.
You are not my shadow any longer.
I won’t hold you in my hands.
You can’t live in my eyes, my ears, my voice
my belly, or in my heart my heart
my heart my heart

But come here, fear
I am alive and you are so afraid
of dying.



Joy Harjo is the first Native American (Mvskoke Nation) United States Poet Laureate.
 




LATE FRAGMENT - by Raymond Carver

 


 LATE  FRAGMENT

by Raymond Carver



And did you get what

you wanted from this life, even so?

I did.

And what did you want?

To call myself beloved, to feel myself

beloved on the earth.