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Blending Well

20 July 2025

I often remember the sweeping backyard garden that my grandparents tended. It covered much of the cleared quarter-acre area before untouched woodland. Those early years left me with a respect and love of Nature that has carried me through these older years of change, moving, turbulence, and gratitude.

Today, even though the periphery garden in a tiny backyard is of no match to my grandparents’ bounty, the attempt to recall the second-nature backyard farming of the past with the conveniences of the present seem to set a particular stage, especially in these times.

I may be misguided, but these days seem fraught with information that is less than reliable. Recalls dot the news as people sometimes opt for quick, cheap products…as marketers’ profits increase in both price and risk. And then there’s the tariffs on the global economy, in which All of God’s creation, of whom “we” are truly just a part, has Her stake.

My grandmother tended a frilly deep green plant with fuzzy leaves and bright blue flowers in her section of the garden. In her Italian, I remember it was borragine, in English, borage.

As a bit of basic available research shows, borage flowers [https://www.nutrition-and-you.com/borage.html] contain an incredible amount of nutrients: Vitamins A, C, GLA – an essential fatty acid containing iron (41% of RDA), calcium, potassium, manganese, copper, zinc, and magnesium. This, apparently was understood by “a nonna” who reached almost 90 years of age, still tending her garden.

Often, the wisdom of the past can collaborate with the ease and advantages of the future, but we still have to be humanly wise, engage, and balance the two into the points of human life, trust, knowledge and work that are within our access today.

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Nothing By Chance

23 March 2024

As I waited for an arrival home tonight, I knew friends were due over for a catch-up visit, so I decided to bake something. After some deliberation I finally settled on something quick, easy, tried and tested.  I had a recipe I hadn’t used in years – Tahini oatmeal cookies – 3 ingredients.  Tahini, brown sugar, oatmeal and a dash or two of cold water. Mix & bake. I had found the recipe on one return trip from Italy in a flight magazine. They reminded me of yet another coincidence- a kind, soft-demeanored priest who used to preside over an Eastern rite church that I attended many years ago. He baptized family members. When in the midst of dark days, no insurance coverage, teaching layoff without recompense or recognition, and nowhere to turn, he was one of three good Samaritan souls who entered into the swirling fears to be of comfort. As I stirred the batter, my mind recalled my 3 year old daughter pushing the 911 phone buttons to relay information from me to emergency services so that an incapacitating compound fracture could be potentially healed. Without question, this priest arrived and took care of anything that needed to be arranged.


This Middle-Eastern priest helped me through some very dark days. He was shunned in later years from the church. I had heard rumors… But none of that mattered then, and as I reflect, it matters even less now… The kindness and compassion he always gave meant more to me and I am sure to so many others when feeling alone and confused, unloved and lost.

When we care for and about others, a part of their culture is also shared with you. Growing up, I had the gift of learning about differences – ethnicities, cultures, mannerisms, preferences, lifestyles…almost an introduction to an ever-changing universe of transformation. To find the beauty in diversity is to appreciate creation, to be open to Love wherever It is made manifest.

The spontaneity of a tahini cookie recipe brought all those memories of a kind, generous, loving priest willing to care flooding back to me.  I pray for him wherever he is, as I am grateful that he and others reach into darkness to bring others Light, Peace, and direction.

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