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Living Large

24 Sunday Jan 2010

Posted by Janell in Life at Home

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Defining Moments, Everyday Life, Letters To A Young Poet, Living Large, Ranier Maria Rilke

“What does it mean to ‘live large?'”

When I posed this question to a friend a year ago, her face clouded up to deliver a surprising response;  to her way of thinking, people were living large when they owned big fancy homes and drove luxury cars.

Her reaction was so far from my own that I decided my thoughts about the phrase had been wrong.  And rather than testing it further, I promptly forgot it until this morning, when I ran across similar words in Letters To A Young Poet:

“One just comes to relish them increasingly, to be always more grateful, and somehow better and simpler in one’s contemplating deeper in one’s belief in life, and in living happier and bigger.”

Rilke’s experience “in living happier and bigger”, which he described in his third letter to the young poet, was more what I had in mind, which made me relieved that my instincts about the phrase and its meaning were right  a year ago.  Why don’t I ever trust my own instincts?

For now, I rather think about other questions, and not necessarily questions about the books that have enlarged my life, though like many, I could come up with a short list if I had to.  No, I’m more interested in personal experiences or decisions that have enlarged people’s lives.  So my new question for today is this:  “If you had to name a few life events that ended up enlarging your life, what would they be?”

This morning, I surprised my husband with this question.  My husband is not at all introspective, so we rarely talk about this sort of ‘stuff.’   But because he has this incredible memory and ability to think on his feet, my husband quickly offered me two.  It was no surprise that he first named our marriage — but the second was a surprise – though as he talked about it, I realized the rightness of it.

It happened about nine years ago, upon his return home from one of his many trips to Asia.  I remember he looked me in the eye, and just as serious as he could be, said, “Because you’ve put up with all my business travel without complaint, and because you’ve lived here in Lake Jackson for me these last fifteen years, I’m going to let you decide where we live when we move back to Oklahoma.”

Before granting me this gift, my husband and I had haggled back and forth over where we would one day live — my husband wanted to live either in Norman or in Oklahoma City, while I was pushing for my hometown of Shawnee.  Yet, interestingly enough, once my husband granted me the freedom to choose, I never seriously considered Shawnee – instead I considered the two cities near and dear to my husband’s heart.  Ultimately, the place was less important than the happiness of being together.

But what is important, that I didn’t even know until today, is that my husband remembers the entire quality of our relationship changing for the better when he offered me this spaciousness, this freedom to dictate our place of residence.  He recalls that I became more open with my thoughts and myself, and as a result, that we grew closer.  For my part, I recall how I felt so loved, that he would relinquish his say in this decision to me.

I think this growing closer and more connected with others is part of what it means to ‘live large.’   We realize the truth of John Donne’s words — “No man is an island” —  and we pay closer attention to how our actions affect others, for good or bad.  We hold back our private celebrations out of respect for others who are not enjoying similar successes.   And in these ways, ‘living large’ becomes ‘loving large.’

Of course, all this living-loving large comes at personal risk, as we trust another to do right by us.   And in this way, enlarging events become doorways without windows to see what lies on the other side.  Sometimes, as we step through the doorway, we find ourselves living on the edge, and as we take a step, the edges expand before our very eyes.  And sometimes, like today, long after the doorway is far behind us, to where we can no longer see it and even barely recall it, we look back to see it as the life defining moment that it was.

Living large is full of surprises.

Quiet on the Set

23 Saturday Jan 2010

Posted by Janell in Life at Home, Soul Care

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Everyday Life, Frederick Buechner, Knowing God, Quiet, Ranier Maria Rilke, Retreat, Self-Knowledge, Soul Care, Thomas Merton, Wishful Thinking

“Your solitude will be a hold and home for you even amid very unfamiliar conditions and from there you will find all your ways.  All my wishes are ready to accompany you, and my confidence is with you.”

–Ranier Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

My Quiet Spot in our Texas Home

When I was in my thirties, I lived in the perennial hope of Helen Gurley Brown’s myth that a woman really could have it all.  For me, this entailed happiness and wealth and professional prestige and contentment in family life.  It was a list connected by ‘ands’ —  not ‘ors’.

But no matter how hard I played the game of life, I never landed on the space marked “All,” even though I packed life to the gills and then some.  Too often, my ‘some’ slipped through the cracks of a sad busy life; and ultimately, this led me to reassess who I was and what I wanted out of life.

Seeds of salvation were sown in the quiet moments of a retreat with good friends.  Being surrounded by the deep piney woods of Texas — at a point when I was wondering whether some essential part of me had gotten lost in the chase for worldly success — was a rich metaphor that I failed to grasp until later.

Too focused on digging down to the core of my being — preoccupied with figuring out who I was and who I was becoming – I then had little appreciation for the birds-eye view.  But what is most important to who I am today, I walked out of that quiet weekend with a new sense of direction and a longing for something more.

It is good to retreat from life to take time to reassess life priorities, choices and actions.   However, to find a quiet place to think is not easy where societal noise is so portable, with cell phones and laptop computers, not to mention trains, planes and automobiles.

Away from the whirlpool of noise that drowns out any ability to think, the quiet waits to give life.   The quiet invites me to catch my breath and to expel whatever darkness threatens to eat away at my soul; it helps me to breathe in the aroma of fresh possibilities and reconnect with the truth of my being and the deepest longings of my heart.  The quiet allows me to let go of unwieldy props and masks that make me clumsy and allow me to hide and forget my true self.

There in the quiet, pretense is unnecessary.  I am free to once again seek my truest self and longings.   And to know and claim and wear my true self is so very important, because as Thomas Merton writes, “To know ourselves is the other side to knowing God.”

The Bible tells us it was in the sounds of sheer silence where Elijah heard God when Elijah was in retreat, running for his life from the wicked Queen Jezebel.  It is no surprise then, that it is in the quiet where we best discover out true selves.

But what is the quiet? — what does quiet look like?– and how does quiet differ from silence?   Frederick Buechner offers us answers, as he draws this shimmering definition and contrast out of his book Wishful Thinking:

“An empty room is silent.  A room where people are not speaking or moving is quiet.  Silence is a given, quiet a gift.  Silence is the absence of sound and quiet the stilling of sound.  Silence can’t be anything but silent.  Quiet chooses to be silent.  It holds its breath to listen.  It waits and is still.

“…The quiet there, the rest, is beyond the reach of the world to destroy.  It is how being saved sounds.”

Beef Fajitas

22 Friday Jan 2010

Posted by Janell in In the Kitchen, Life at Home

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Beef Fajitas, Entertaining, Everyday Life, Housekeeping, In the Kitchen

No matter that it’s mid-winter by the calendar… outside where it counts, it’s early spring.

The bright sunny day has inspired me to all sorts of spring cleaning.  I’ve mopped floors and scattered the dust off furniture.  My bed linens are freshly washed and even now, a white coverlet hangs on the backyard gate soaking up sunshine  and Oklahoma wind.  Even our little Scottie dog hasn’t escaped my attention — freshly washed herself, Cosmo is driving poor Max to forget they’ve been ‘fixed’ to live squeaky-clean, G-rated lives.

The way I like clean-living, it’s easy to forget I wasn’t raised in a squeaky clean house.  Housekeeping was never tops on Mom’s priorities.   The only time we could count on a clean house was when company was coming.  Even then, to make our house presentable, it took all hands on deck  to cram two months of cleaning into one day.

In spite of her poor housekeeping, Mom enjoyed having company.  Importantly, the reverse was true also:  folks liked being Mother’s guests.  Mom was a wonderful cook and she loved to play card games, but mostly, it was Mom’s lack of pretentiousness that caused guests to forget themselves and have a good time.  My girls were never ready to leave — they would have moved in had Mom invited them.

Housekeeping regimens probably changed once my parents moved to Texas, as entertaining occurred less often, with guests usually staying over a long weekend.  My parent’s entertaining base kept changing every couple of years, with the phone company transferring Dad to Austin, San Antonio, Kingsville, Corpus Christi and eventually to Lake Jackson.  But all the changes in scenery offered guests a chance to soak up different parts of Texas culture.

It was Kingsville, in 1982, where mom first served beef fajitas.  The girls were young — Kara 8 months old and Kate just four — when I took my family ‘home’ for Christmas.  I’d never heard of fajitas and was a little hesitant about trying this new food.   But it wasn’t long before we were all filling our tortillas like old hands… and thank goodness, soon finding them on menus at Oklahoma restaurants.

Fajitas are easy to prepare in advance, which is one secret of being a good host.  But certainly there are other secrets, which raises the question of what good hospitality should look like.  Margaret Guenther’s Holy Listening, provides answers by describing what happens when we offer hospitality:

“We invite someone into a space that offers safety and shelter and put our own needs aside, as everything is focused on the comfort and refreshment of the guest.  For a little while at least, mi casa es tu casa, as the Spanish gracefully put in.  There are provisions for cleansing, food and rest.  Hospitality is an occasion for storytelling with both laughter and tears, and then the guest moves on, perhaps with some extra provisions or a roadmap for the next stage of the journey.”

Guenther shares a perfect recipe for hospitality.  My mother followed it, my friend Bernice follows it, and Susan — my source for today’s recipe — follows it.  “Make yourself at home.”  They said these words in a way that their guests knew they meant them.

From the inside out is where it all counts:   “Mi casa es tu casa. ” And in my mother’s casa, whether it was tidy or not.

De mi vada a tu’s — from my life to yours.

Beef Fajitas

4 servings        Preparation Time:  1 hour or less (excluding marinade time)

Serving Note:  The fajitas can be made in advance and kept warm in a foil-lined ice chest.

2 lbs skirt steak
1/2 cup bottled Italian dressing
1/2 cup soy sauce
1/2 cup apple cider vinegar
1/3 cup Worcestershire sauce
1/3 cup brown sugar, packed
1 tsp garlic powder
juice of 1/2 lime

Combine all ingredients except steak and mix well.  Remove as much fat from meat as possible.  Cut into 6-8 portions.  Marinate meat in sauce in shallow dish 24 hours in refrigerators or 3-4 hours, covered, at room temperature.  Drain and grill. Let meat rest for 5 minutes before slicing into strips.

Serve with flour tortillas, salsa, sour cream, black beans, lettuce and tomatoes — and like us, with caramelized onions and green peppers.

Inside Cooking Note: During the winter months, I sear the meat in an oven proof skillet and finish it off in the oven.  Preheat oven to 425 degrees.  Heat oven proof skillet over medium-high heat for about 5 minutes.  Depending on size of your skillet, you may need 2 pans.  Add 2 tbsp. olive oil to hot pan and sear the steaks well, 2 minutes each side.  Finish cooking in the preheated oven — 5 to 10 minutes, depending upon the level of  doneness desired.  Let steaks rest for 5 minutes before slicing.

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