The essence of all beautiful art,
all great art,
Aahh, the happy holidays are here and my heart goes out to all ye who have to cook but don’t want to. The caterer’s order form keeps winking at me each time I walk past the kitchen counter, but no, I shall not succumb to temptation. My kids need every available bait to lure them away from their singular preoccupation–the computer–and if this means overseeing the mess as they make the one dish each is supposed to contribute to the Thanksgiving table, I shall prevail!
I must call Martha and find out how she keeps her apron spotless, her smile calm and fresh after preparing a feast for twenty. From scratch. Where does she find guests who sit politely around the dinner table without anyone ever checking their smartphone, the men never staring at the TV, the kids eating daintily without fighting? More importantly, where does she hide her army of assistants who lead us to believe one smiling woman did it all? How do domestically challenged women cope with this popular myth of the perfect mother? Oy vey!
I am thankful I’ve learned to be gentle with myself. My pumpkin pots look better as props for posing, yes?
I am thankful for the Powerful Goddesses who bless this blog with their infinite wisdom, beauty and inspiration.
I am thankful for the love of family and friends who understand happiness is gratitude for what is–perfection not necessary.
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