Soul Survey #2

What I’m Thankful For:

My home, my husband and my family and friends and time with special little grand-nieces and nephews.

What I’m Hoping For:

That I will once again teach English in my own classroom .

What I’m Anxious About:

Deadlines and more deadlines with my M.Ed. and making time for Andi’s People new artwork and photography.

What’s Inspiring Me Now:

Super Hero Photo Class I am taking — and loving!   superherophoto.com

What I’m Missing:

a place to create and spread my paints out

What I’m Happy About:

walks along the old railroad path with Bailey and the surprises we find along the way..

What I’m Craving:

paints, brushes, time

What I Wish for you:

On a recent rare snowy day, the local forest beckoned.  Five minute drive to a winter white landscape of snow-capped branches and trails.  Bailey, our 8-year-old Yellow Lab romped happily ahead.  What an invigorating feeling to come in from the cold, a healthy tired.

I suddenly craved soup and since I am taking an on-line photography course, decided to produce a photo accompanied recipe.

First make a cup of delicious gingerbread tea.

Yum.

Wonderfully warming especially after cross-country skiing.

Slice pint of grape tomatoes in half (when you don’t have whole tomatoes – which I don’t buy in winter).   Note:   apples, pears or naval oranges are a wonderful alternative in a winter salad bowl

Sprinkle with olive oil; mix then add sea salt and freshly ground pepper.

Roast in 400 degree oven for 40 minutes.

Next, chop up garlic and one onion.  Since I fell on my thumb in the forest while cross-country skiing, I will resort to the way I chopped onion and garlic while living in Hawaii when I didn’t have a chef’s knive – in the Cuisinart (thanks to a parting gift from my friends at Filene’s in Boston) – and will bypass using my chef’s knive.

Saute onion and garlic in hot olive oil and butter – remember, never burn the butter or you must start over!

Then add a large 28-oz can of tomatoes.  This part is a fond reminder of my old friend Mitch:  “Always buy Redpack”  — which I do.

Add basil, fresh if you have it, sliced in slivers and thyme.  I sprinkle dried basil and thyme.

Add 1 quart of chicken broth.  Having just roasted a chicken, I use homemade chicken broth.  Just skim off the fat which has congealed on top — although my friend Christine says a little fat in chicken soup is good to have when recovering from a cold.

Next, add the delicious roasted tomatoes.

Bring to a boil, then simmer for 40 minutes.

One last step…puree in batches in Cuisinart!  And voila — dee-vine!

The Perfect Thank You Note

I asked a simple question on my Andi’s People Facebook page recently, “Do you prefer to write notes on a flat note card or folded?”  Responses varied.

One flat.  Others preferred folded.  ‘A folded card is like opening a gift,’ a friend, Christine replied.

I believe the hand-written envelope is the ‘ribbon on the note’, saying ‘I care about you’.  How satisfying it is to carefully insert a personal note in an envelope.  I love note writing. In fact, that is how Andi’s People started.

I had moved independently to Hawaii, leaving behind a large Boston Irish, Catholic family and many good friends.  I needed the right thank you note.  Searching to no avail, I finally made my own.  I sketched my Hawaiian boy – with an aloha shirt, shorts and flip-flops.  Above the sketch was the word ‘Mahalo’, which means thank you in Hawaiian.  Inside, the quote:

But it’s not just the note.  It’s the pen.  Just as in journal writing, in note writing, the perfect pen is essential.  I prefer fine point black Pilot pen.  I love the grip, the flow, the lack of smudge.

Only once did I choose my calligraphy pen and bottled ink.  So deep was my bereavement following the death of my beloved piano teacher a few years ago, I felt compelled to sit at my desk and craft a beautiful calligraphied letter to his mother.

A few years ago, at our local book shop, Westwinds, I came across the book, The Art of the Hand-written Note by Margaret Shepherd.  So excited was I in making the purchase I addressed my check to the book title!  The book sits prominently in my living room bookcase.  Part of my cherished collection.  Just like a good friend, waiting to be called on.

Another find was a recent article.  I’m not often able to peruse the entire Boston Globe.  My 96-year-old father visited this past Sunday from his home.  He is legally blind, so not able to read the Globe on his own, but as a retired attorney and adept historian, he is as eager as I to glean interesting news.

“Listen to this, Dad,” I had said.  “ A man in Plymouth found two hand-written notes in an old magazine he’d found at a yard sale.  One was signed by Abigail van Buren (Dear Abby).  The other – by John F. Kennedy!

My father recalled stories of his friend, Jack Kennedy, and lunches with him in the Congressional Dining Room as well as the Senate.  “Did you ever receive a thank you note from John F. Kennedy?”  My father laughed, saying no, he had not.

Another article read “Up Your Gratitude” by John Kralik, author of A Simple Act of Gratitude (now in paperback).  In the depths of down-turned luck, he was inspired to write a year of thank you’s, thus beginning a new chapter in his life.

Kralik says, “Your message doesn’t need to be long and eloquent…by sticking to a few lines, you keep the focus on your thank-you and on the other person’s kindness.”

A simple thank you and yet such a gift.

For Stationery and thank you notes in over 80 designs, please visit www.andispeople.com

Soul Survey #1

What I’m Thankful For:

A wonderful Halloween baby who just turned 18!

What I’m Hoping For:

That my son Ben can go to the college of his dreams

What I’m Anxious About:

Am I following the right path?

What’s Inspiring Me Now:

the colors of autumn

What I’m Missing:

drawing, painting and time to create…

and my son Ryan at college

What I’m Happy About:

that I finally found someone who can

help me finish my new website!  Yay!!

http://www.andispeople.com/

What I’m Craving:

to spread the cheerful whimsy of Andi’s People

and a long bike ride.

Water Aerobics, unlike my yoga classes, is conversational and social conditioning as well as physical.  In the arena of the water, we move in unison and apart, always with an eye on instruction and an ear on safety reminders and wholly ensconced in friendship and community.

A new water aerobics friend of mine, a Mid-Westerner, newly re-located to New England, made a comment that was thought-provoking.

“You New Englanders  are obsessed with the weather!”

I thought, ‘Where else do you measure summer by ‘bookends’ Memorial Day and Labor Day?’

Just last weekend, we delighted in an ‘Indian Summer Day’ on October 8. A warm Autumn Day is not considered Indian Summer until after the first frost.   Defying the calendar, the temperatures rose to 80 – 85 degrees!

In Vermont with my family and visiting my son who is a sophomore in college, we stayed with friends at an old fishing lodge set on an icy mountain lake near Stowe.  It is always a welcoming site to approach the quaint lodge with rocking chairs on the wrap-around porch and cheery, red geraniums in the flower boxes.

In all seasons, the lake and the mountains beyond are a delicious feast for the eyes.

It has become another ‘homecoming’.

After hiking a mountain path ablaze with Fall colors, the water looked inviting, refreshing, tantalizing.  Can we do it?  The New England calendar challenge surfaced…plunge into the frigid lake on October 8?  My college son suddenly back-flipped off the dock, followed by our other son Ben and our friend, Kate.

My dear friend Laurie and I followed. The dive in was

a shock to our bodies.  We quickly moved toward the ladder to climb back up onto the dock.  No towels needed.  The air at 80 degrees was a thick, toasty blanket of warmth.

I guess it is true.  In New England, weather is a popular subject and with it, an attitude of carpe deum…delight in the sunshine, go outside quickly, enjoy.  Tomorrow may bring rain.

I met with Titcombe Book Shop owner, delightful Nancy Titcombe.  Her kitchen is through a rear door in the bookshop.  So cozy and welcoming, I almost expect the tea kettle to be on a quiet simmer.

It is difficult for me to walk directly through a bookshop without perusing the aisles.  I made a mental note to check the book of letters to Jackie Kennedy and Caroline’s new book.

I spread out the additions to Andi’s People whimsical collection of cards and greetings, excited about all that is new.  I’m eager to hear Nancy’s news since our last visit and she listens with interest to the news of my children…one now a Sophomore at St. Michael’s in Vermont and two lined up to graduate from high school with their own pending college decisions.

I leave with an order, one more to add to my stack to process.

Sandwich Beach beckons.  As I leave the parking lot and head north on Rt. 6A, I take a quick right.  My eyes dart to one charming Cape Cod cottage after another.  When I reach the waterfront road, I turn left and admire the cottages lined up on the beachfront.  A “For Sale” sign in front of one cottage is an invitation to explore the view from the rear.

A sandy path down to the beach is too hard to resist.  The sea air is delicious and I fill my soul with its goodness.  Not a soul in sight as I gaze in both directions.  ‘The magic of the off-season’, I think to myself.

Back in my car I meander in the other direction.  A sign catches my attention.  I think of my website.  It is coming, I am promised.  I am waiting patiently.

I can’t wait to share it with you.

Thank you for visiting.  Please check back soon.

Andi

to the list of Andi’s People retailers.  And at the same time, we are in the process of uploading many new designs to our new website.

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Play a little on your birthday

Art-Making Poem

Friday, July 29, 2011 by Tara

It's your day to shine!

I have in front of me my black yoga girl card.  She has a long, black, wavy pony tail and is wearing purple yoga shorts and a very cute cropped fuscia yoga top.  This card is blank inside.  Perfect for the thank you note I am writing.

A Yelp comment inspired this design.  I received a call from Sandy at Earthly Possessions in Milton, MA.  “Someone commented about your cards on Yelp.  Look up Earthly Possessions!”  The commenter had loved how fun Andi’s People cards are — and that they were ‘multiculti’.  So I made a new multiculti card — this yoga girl in a triangle pose with a giant golden star in her hand.

I’m sending this card to my friend, Joe, in upstate New York.  Joe is my kind and wonderful long-time friend who offered the use of his cottage on a lake with my daughter — during my birthday week, while my son was attending soccer camp an hour away.

I felt like Anna Morrow Lindbergh, author of one of my favorite books, Gifts From the Sea, which she wrote at a seaside cottage, like me, taking a respite from family and daily routine for the quiet, contemplative surroundings of a little cottage.

The week began following my son’s departure to soccer camp the morning after our arrival.  In the stillness of early morning and with the sun hardly above the horizon, I taught a yoga class for wonderful acquaintances in the nearby cottage on a patch of lawn overlooking the lake.  So serene and quiet.  My choreographed music guiding us gently into the day, and as always, I concluded with a mindful reflection.

Following yoga, back at the cottage, I penned my thoughts.  I sketched.  I read.  I finished Fixing Freddie by Paula Munier, a delightful yoga teacher and friend.  My heart laughed and cried with  her as she struggled as a single mom with a 12-year-old son and a most unruly little dog.  I’m also reading The Gift of An Ordinary Day by Katrina Kenison, which at once reminds me of the voice of Anna Morrow Lindbergh as well as May Sarton in Plant Dreaming Deep.

Each afternoon I taught Water Aerobics at the tiny beach in front of the cottages.  Kayaking with my daughter along the lake’s shoreline invited more time for contemplation.

The day before we were to return home was my birthday.  Plans for dinner teetered when my Vermont best friend had to cancel, but Joe met my daughter and me for a memorable dinner at the Saratoga Springs Horse Races.  Emma’s first ever bet (through me) was an exciting, albeit small, victory.

So back to thank you’s…how do you thank someone who opens his cottage to you on a charming lake in the Adirondacks?

Old friends are like aged wine.  What is good gets better and more cherished.

Plymouth.  Just in time for the Sidewalk Sale July 7, 8 and 9th!

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