1 Cup Butter
1 1/3 Cup Coconut Sugar
1 teaspoon Vanilla
1 1/2 teaspoons Cinnamon
1 1/2 teaspoons Baking Soda
1/2 teaspoon Salt
3 Cups Old Fashioned Rolled Oats
1 Cup Spelt Flour
3/4 Cup Shredded Coconut
1 Cup coarse chopped Dark Chocolate
3/4 Cup Dried Cranberries
Mix and drop on a cookie sheet, Makes 4 dozen. Enjoy.
Cookies are baking in the oven, the ginger and peppermint from my tea wafts through my senses. The day is overcast and the rain comes in its haphazard waves. The children are in school, the baby naps, and for a moment I have a chance to sit. To share with you, to reflect.
I didn't come into this year with a list of resolutions. My goals are not to transform my body, my health, organize, or attain perfection. Instead, I want to accept this year as the fabulous gift that it is. I want to embrace the struggles and joys. There will be days that I love how I look and others when I would rather crawl under a rock and spare the world my person. There are times when my diet is filled with salads, bone broths, and water; others when I am face first in a box of chocolates and a bottle of wine. I have joy filled park dates with my kids when we run and jump and play, times when their heads rest on my shoulder and they whisper "I love you, mommy." Then there are the heartbreaking face offs - when we yell and storm and fight to all be heard. It is beauty and pain. It is joy and sorrow. Together they weave a tapestry of depth and love.
You cannot see light without darkness. It is in the struggle that we are refined, built, transformed. I am so very grateful for this moment in my life. I am at awe at the beauty in my world. It is far from perfect. It is rarely easy. If there is one thing I could change in my life it would be my voice to myself. My failures are guaranteed. I have lived long enough to know that no matter how much I wish, there is not a reset button on life. I will do my best, but I can't play each level perfectly. I will let fall into tunnels with spikes on the floor and wish I could stay there forever. I will want to give up. In those moments let my words to my self be kind. Let me whisper it's okay, you're doing better than you realize. Each time I'm face down, I'm learning not only to get back up, but how to not end up in the same place next time. Every broken moment that I hide in my closet wishing I could take everything back, start over, redo, reset - is a chance to teach my children how to repair. To remind myself of the grace I need to extend when another hurts me in the same way. We learn from our mistakes, it's how we better ourselves. May I gently coax myself to strength, each time I find myself weak.
This year, is my year. It's my year to embrace fully whatever comes at me. I don't need to ride the waves. I am happy enough to let them roll right over me.
I don't need someone to push me until I break. I don't need a list of expectations or perfections to fall from. Instead, I need a whole lot of love. I need to know that when I fall, I'm okay. When I fail, my sorry will cover my shame. When I struggle, my patience is worth the gain.
I wish you all well in your goals, your resolutions, your dreams. May you be richly blessed. May your year be filled with self awareness, gentleness, grace, and above all - LOVE.