I was digging around in the blog here for an Irish Soda Bread recipe that I couldn’t locate in my recipe booklet and was able to find it HERE. I also found another post from March 2014 that I really liked and am re-posting. I noticed that I certainly posted a lot more back then, and the content was varied but more about being outside, running, the mountains and less about Mae! She has taken over my life! The other thing I like about this particular post is the terrific shot of my husband up on the ridge (taken by his friend J. Leeper).
First, Mae this week…it’s been very gloomy, but we are getting out on the hill!
Read on for a look back at March, 2014….
I have been listening to Elvis Costello today. Actually JUST one song. And I have to say that there’s nothing funny about peace, love and understanding. Yet, they can all be quite elusive. The tiny frustrations of every day life that build up, world events that are terrible and confusing , distance between you and your loved ones, both physical and emotional, everything seems to work against us finding peace, love and understanding. I like to think that maybe they are easier to find in the mountains. Carving turns in deep powder under a blue sky is peace. It’s the FLOW that Mihaly Csikzentmihaly speaks about in his book. Running down a mountain trail through the springtime mud, jumping over puddles and laughing like a ten year old…feels like love! To be in the mountains, seems to bring an understanding of our place in the world, seems to put everything in perspective. If nothing else, it sure makes for some fabulous days, light in the darkness of insanity?