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I remember in the olden days that every time I saw a recipe that called for yeast, I just turned the page. And then one day, I decided that I was not going to let yeast be the boss of me. That was the start of many adventures with this living baking buddy. Soon people coveted my Sunday late afernoon soup and homebaked bread supper invites. I said to a friend who is a bread baker that I had not ever baked anything with yeast that didn't turn out well. His response? Luuuuucky! Your post gives "rise" to this memory.

In the previous comment, I did my best to post a beautiful tomato picture that I got from wikipedia as my morning gift to your eyes.
It didn't work...and so it looks like we'll simply have to look at tomato in real time...not a bad idea!... slicing a tomato, seeing the beauty inherent in the nature of tomato-e-ness, and then of course the beauty of tasting...ummmm.

Being in a new place does wake us up! Particularly when there's a window that shines in the sun lightness and beauty. Hmmm, now I wonder, what did you make?

Ahhh, a glass cup. My old Russian peasant grandma would make what she called a glass tea and sip it through a big, rough cube sugar.

You called this post a Teeny-Tiny Thanksgiving. For me this is a Hugely Big Hearted Thanks Giving. And I reflect this to you. With gratitude for your writing...

I enjoy giving love..receiving love.
Valentine's Day, any day.

Being love all year... how would that look?

--Helping someone pick up spilled groceries..
--Enjoying a friend's help to tape up my slashed car top
--Giving a friend a scarf of mine that she enjoys seeing..
--Appreciating the gift of someone who offers me their seat on the bus.
--A 5 year old sings and plays the guitar..I meet his eyes and we smile.

Please join me and add your favorite ways of being love.

And there was a hush over the city. Pies on parade. Coming from all directions. Ta-da...Ta-da. Celebrating love, friendship and the joy of giving. San Francisco ovens, opening, opening Ta-da...Ta...da. And the hushle and bushle of pies offering themselves to the guests and the joy of sweetness...covers the land. Ta-da...Ta..da.....

Hey Dana, How wonderful that your post has brought such lively discussion. Connections that help us relate to each other...to the earth...to the other animals. And it appears to me that we're in a paradigm shift. One that's been long coming, that is if we're too continue to be an animal species that's remains part of earth's system. Those of us who pay $7 for eggs aren't all just paying this price cause we MUST have eggs that are delicious. We pay this because we want ALL life to be respected, ours and the animals we eat. And we have a ways to go, as we help our organic, humane farmers stay in business and thrive, so that eventually it may be that the price will be able to go down. This is another part of the conversation that some have brought into their comments. Please do a posting sometime about the efforts being made for everyone to have access to healthy, life affirming food. You are one of my Earth Heroines. Thank you.

I love when particular posts create conversations. Sometimes my conversation is with myself, sometimes I post a comment for others to engage with. It's kinda the same for me with eating. Part of the juiciness of this posting is that we're each of us writing of our own POV...room for them all at the table.

somewhere in the middle of steady being, we eat, we sleep, we meet and love...and then a fire comes...what do we do when the fire comes?

we eat, we sleep, we meet and love held steady with our understanding that everything, everything changes and is impermanent...

and when we meet fire...what is our response in the everyday world of human being? We hold steady and take action to meet and protect our ordinary lives with wisdom and compassion...

love to all my friends who are in the midst of fire, Lee