As you can see in the painting, nature provides and shares food all the time. In the spirit of this, I wrote my 10 step guide in 2015 for my blogs True to You and Living For The Present Moment Now. I called it “Kathy Kidwell’s 10 step guide to cooking”. Looking at the list today I still agree with it. My fondest memories of human interaction have been around food and sharing it.
So here it is and if you want to add to it you can do so in the comment box.
My 10 Step Guide To Cooking
1. Cooking is better for you than eating is.
2. Cooking for others who live with you is twice as good.
3. Cooking for someone you don’t live with, is the best.
Up to 10x’s better.
4. Sharing the food you’ve prepared is a natural exercise you can do,
5. Eat only enough to know it tastes good. You won’t go hungry as others will fill you up with kind words.
6. Food supplies will find you. People will hand them to you with great anticipation.
7. Heartburn will be a thing of the past.
8. Heart joy will be your constant companion.
9. Recipes and ideas will flood your every cooking moment.
10. If you do the dishes you will jinx everything listed above.
Enjoy Life! ♥ Share Food! ♥
In light of recent events…what is the solution? For you and I and the whole world, I am suggesting a rising.
A rising of Love in the language of every culture on this planet. Let it be: The Love Manifesto. Let it be yours.
The action part of the manifesto is “manifest”. So what you write in your Love Manifesto has the power of action. It could be written on a napkin in a restaurant or etched on a stone in a field. Sign it, and it becomes active. You can use initials or any word you love about yourself.
The marks and words of Love are not for your eyes only. Chances are an Angel will move it further down the road. One day you will notice something beautiful, out in the world, with your name on it!
Knowing we will be followed all the days of our life – write yourManifesto of Love. Make a paper plane out of it and let it go. From time to time – write a new one. Make it your biggest secret or tell everyone you know.
Remember, Angels, are waiting on us with boomerangs.
So play alive and write your Manifesto of Love as only you can.
Garlic has many health benefits besides removing toxins. It’s good for the heart (garlic lovers love garlic) and it’s good for balancing blood sugar. Often referred to as the “stinking rose” I grew Heritage Garlic (Music & Russian) for many years at Splendour View Garden.
Today I would like to leave you with something good for you and your breath. The recipe is called Garlic Champagne. How I got this recipe is a story I will write someday. But for now, you can rest assure the “ageing” part of this brew removes the odour within a few moments on the breath. My husband and other’s have tested this. I couldn’t because as a long-time user I don’t smell it anymore.
If cholesterol levels or circulation are something you’re thinking about, give this recipe a try along with all the other good stuff you’re doing… AND let me know what improvements it makes in your life!
GARLIC CHAMPAGNE (1 Tbsp/day)
In a blender, in batches blend: 8 large cloves of garlic 6 lemons peeled in sections – not juiced as the fibre of the lemons is important 1 -1/2 cups of honey 4 cups of water 1 tsp cayenne (opt. amt) Keep in the fridge in a glass jar Stir once a day for 8 days Strain through cheesecloth
Refrigerate in glass container
This recipe will last in the fridge until finished as the honey and lemon are natural preserves. You can also up the 1 Tbsp/day to 2 or 3 if you feel a cold coming on.
I am writing this having come back from a long-overdue walk down my road. After two driveways, I observed my neighbours abandoned house and acreage. Here the horses died over the winter, and now their dirt pasture is a mass of daisies.
For 20 plus years, I knew Patches, Babe and Dusty. I like to think they knew me. Being able to talk about the evidence of this in this world is still pending…
This spring, I took a while to register their absence. I was still looking for the horses. Visible at the intersection every time my car returned home and when not visible…noticed. I didn’t realize how much I was watching, witnessing and when I could participating in what was the best I could do for them.
Now I like to think a display of white daisies on their earth table is their reward. What they really ate and what made them survivors and not sufferers.
This arrangement included in the early years the Black Lab “Blotto”. He was abandoned to a chain and a dog house to protect what an empty place can invite, how he dragged his dog house to show his enthusiasm for Jessey and me when we walked by — waiting to repeat the effort when we walked back. A few times he escaped and like all Labs slobbered his way down the road. A black flash oblivious to a heavy chain flying out like a ribbon on a kite.
We knew he was gone when the house and chain disappeared. But not before he spent a few weeks dragging his dog house without his back legs working. For several months Jessey turned her head as if to remind me we were walking by Blotto’s post. Jessey had empathy as most animals do.
You can’t start with what’s wrong to make something right. My neighbour knew I liked his horses and even asked me to ride them. I said no. But I phoned him every time the horses were out and in danger of the Highway. I helped him catch them ’cause wouldn’t you know they usually came to my house. Last spring I called him to let him know I didn’t like the way Patches was looking and were he aware?
So I’m telling you this story to emphasize what seeing Daisy’s in their pasture meant to me today. Here where there was never enough grass growing for three horses to eat. Tall waves of white dancing in the breeze. I had tears in my eyes.
The daisies are telling me to celebrate. Celebrate the beauty of all those years. Of the horse’s survival and how they were actually cared for by Life! In the presence and absence of suffering, they lived into old age, and that is their Victory. For Horse and Dog and one nosey neighbour maybe mine too.
My post today is a song I collaborated on many years ago with an Alberta Cowboy Poet by the name of Buddy Gale. It was while I was in my “hay-day” as a singing cowgirl. If you want to know more about those days here is the FB link to Katie, The Cariboo Song Rider
I took the photo for the song “Beauty” out in Exeter Valley (Bridge Creek Estate Ranch). You can just see the Highlands where the cattle are in the distance. When I was kid this was always a great place to ride.
This song is a collaboration between Buddy Gale and myself, Katie Kidwell. Originally a poem by Buddy called “Beauty”; additional lines and music made it a song. Recorded by Gordon Maxwell who is known as Ian Tyson’s bass player of many years. I am playing the acoustic autoharp in this recording.
Several years ago, I had a mysterious experience while camping and painting at Marble Canyon. As soon as I arrived. Every time I looked at the magnificent rock hanging over beautiful Crown Lake, I saw a face in moving gesture. It was absolutely fascinating and being the sensitive person I am I accepted it as real.
Not just one rock but all of them had come to life, with lips moving and heads turning.
So something must be happening, I thought. Yes, I’m ready for God’s mysteries in his creation! Ready to see them in action.
So I paddled out in my belly boat, ready to paint with this mysterious audience hanging over me.
That’s when I heard it. The pebble shaking sound of a spray can. Standing in front of the rocks on a ledge (the lake was down) were two young girls poised to spray the beautiful untouched stone of this canyon lake.
“Heh,” I yelled as I started paddling. “What are you doing?”
They both jumped to face me. The girls were surprised to see a “floating voice” out on the lake so close. The spray can’s arm quickly disappeared behind their backs.
“Girls!” Yelled a man’s voice from the far shore.
“Nothing, Dad…we’re doing nothing!” they yelled back.
And so the standoff started. The girls are waiting for me to paddle away and I’m waiting for them to head back to camp. Dad is standing on the shore, watching.
I had all the time in the world. I was floating, remember? I had seen the animated faces of the rocks. How did the rock know?
So the girls headed back and Dad returned to his site.
Later that evening I met the girls on my walk. I don’t know where this info came from but someone must have planted it in me because out of my mouth it came.
“Heh, girls. If you want to leave a message on a rock, then use a stone to etch it with.”
As it turned out, these campers from Alberta stayed longer than us. We had to head back after three nights and wouldn’t you know all the campers at the site left before us.
So we pulled our motor home out knowing the girls and the spray-can would be alone…except for maybe Dad…
It was two summers before I came back. I expected to see all kinds of spray-painted graffitti…but you know what? There was none.
There sure were a lot of names etched in rock.
Etchings you could only see close up from a belly boat…I hadn’t noticed them before and some of it looked pretty old.
Since this happened, I’ve longingly looked for the rock to come back to live animation.
It hasn’t happened.
Yet, this painting I did while belly boating in front of the rocks a few years after the event, dried with a face in it.
For 12 years I was the Gardener at my parent’s “Splendour View” Garden. I joined the “Seeds of Diversity” and learned the art of seed collecting. Through the catalogue, I was able to send away for starter seeds and plants. I received specimens from Nova Scotia to Vancouver Island.
The multiplication factor of seeds and roots never occurred to me until I became a seed collector. You start with “one” or in some cases “two” and before long there’s a multitude.
One of my fondest memories is seeing my mother standing under the tall umbrellas of parsnip seed.
“Look at all this life!” In her own unique holy way, my Mother was always giving credit to the creator for being so wise. “Look at all the people fed by one plant!”
Oh, how I miss her.
I look at my family and I see the results and surprises of what my parents planted in our lives. Multiplied and still sending out roots and shoots!
So in this Garden of Life where I have more than I need because it’s designed that way when you receive- I give you this experience. The truth of multiplication!
I paddle out with a 5 x 7 piece of watercolour paper taped to a lightweight foam board and one plastic bag to hold it in. In case I splash it on the way back in…but if I did…would it matter?
So I dip my brush in the lake
and with a small box of watercolours on the belly boat apron, I paint. I keep extra brushes in my wet suit front pocket for easy access and to keep them from rolling overboard. I am all business when I make my way out to the rocks at Crown Lake. Once I have the view I want, I have to work the flippers to stay put. Sometimes I get so caught up I forget and then I have to work my way back.
It all depends on the wind!
In the pockets of my belly boat, I have a few things I may need like an apple and water and some paper towel. A few w.c. crayons, etc. and my Kodak camera. Otherwise, I’d have a selfie of myself instead of flipper pictures. But I like to frame my husband in his U-boat when I take the shot. Yes, that is Wayne in the distance. He’s reading a book.
Anything and everything could fall overboard at any time…
Since I started floating and painting I haven’t had any major spills. I did the first time I went out in my belly boat. It was when we thought we would fish. Wayne was some distance away fishing in his U-boat. So I caught a fish and reeled it in. I took the barbless hook out of its mouth and set the hook to the side. Then l released the trout with both of my hands supporting…Oops!
Now I’m horrified. The hook I set to the side is gone and wasn’t it attached to my husbands fly rod he had long before he met me? I look at the deepwater beside me. I can’t believe I forgot I am in a very small circle and anything and everything can end up….overboard!
I’m not as entertaining as I use to be getting into my belly boat.
Getting my flippers to pass the seat harness while standing on one flipper…and then walking out backwards to the deeper water… Holding my belly boat up around my waist until I can go down in the seat. Ha! My husband only has to sit back in his U-boat and push off! We’re not trading but I can tell he misses the shows I use to put on.
No, I wouldn’t trade the belly for a U-boat anyway. The round inflated tube and apron make the most perfect art easel. And the water makes the memory of every painting special.
You may enjoy this blog I wrote last summer. It’s on belly boating in Marble Canyon including painting and poem: The Tree That Grew From Rock
When I can I will be posting at facebook my belly boat paintings this summer.
Thank you for reading my blog and I hope you can comment and tell me where you like to paint? Or where you would like to paint? Sometimes writing it out makes it happen faster!