| Jan. 18th, 2009 @ 11:47 am I started making bread... |
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Current Mood:  loved
But not any bread. Banana bread. Then banana bread w/ chunks. That didn't work out so well. Then Acorn Squash Bread w/ fresh ground ginger, molasses, and chopped pecans. Addictive. Way too delicious. So a cake w/o sugar is basically bread. No wonder I was so confused a couple of months ago. Glad I got that sorted out. It is odd how I find my way sometimes. I enjoy that my perception of Life seems to be about making problems for myself only to find that I can't. I can however try something new, and it often surprises me that it relates to what I was doing all along. That is how I get perspective.
When we first started dating my intended asked me what Honor was. It's different for everyone, and I tried to enumerate the 'rules' that I try to abide. Reading more is great for questions like that. Honor is trust. If you are trustworthy, you are honorable. If you think you are honorable, but aren't trustworthy - think hard about why not. You might not be right about one or the other.
Trust is an interesting thing. Trust = truth. Truth = beauty. To thine own self be true, right? To thine own self be beautiful, no? How about trust yourself, the rest will follow? Do you have to trust in a universe, a being, other than yourself? I don't think so, but personification helps. We are creatures of metaphor, understanding our world first through our senses, then beyond. I've repeatedly questioned the accepted fact that there are things we can't perceive with five senses. Everyone has a sixth sense, you can't touch happiness or depression. Freedom, hope, joy, love, that sense that exists just beyond the ache of a well used body... yet I feel them. Should I question my feelings so? These are things I can't touch, taste, smell, see, or hear with out metaphor. The things I trust. |
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