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The Book Angel works with A Wealth of Wisdom, a publishing company in Kailua Kona, HI.
I’ve been making my mom’s banana bread recipe for years. And since I went gluten-free September 2011 I haven’t eaten any. Recently I’d been gifted an abundance of bananas and wasn’t able to eat them fast enough so into the freezer they went—skins and all. Yesterday I was inspired to make GF banana bread. OMG—It turned out perfect. My tastebuds are happy campers. It’s great by itself or toasted and served with a bit of butter or cream cheese.
Here’s the recipe. Mom’s banana bread GF (PDF)
If you want to make the original recipe, just leave out the xanthan gum and use regular flour… easy peasy.
Enjoy!
“Unnecessary fear of a bad decision
is a major stumbling block to good decisions.”
— Jim Camp
Renowned negotiations trainer and coach
Christmas in Hawaii is a just a bit different than when I lived in Montana, Idaho, and Washington. Enjoy!
This beautiful program was presented at Hulihe’e Palace in Kailua-Kona Hawaii. Halau Na Pua Ui O Hawai’i under the direction of Kumu Etua Lopes, accompanied by the Merrie Monarchs Mens Glee Club, under the direction of Joe Spencer.
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Many of my friends set their alarms so they could watch the lunar eclipse. I did not. My inner pessimist raised her ugly head since it had been cloudy in Kailua Kona for a few days, so “why bother.”
Besides, what’s so special about a lunar eclipse anyway?
Wikipedia says, “A lunar eclipse occurs when the Moon passes behind the Earth so that the Earth blocks the Sun’s rays from striking the Moon. This can occur only when the Sun, Earth, and Moon are aligned exactly, or very closely so, with the Earth in the middle. Hence, a lunar eclipse can only occur the night of a full moon.”
Eileen Lighthawk shares this, “Eclipses are kind of like cosmic reset buttons, or reboots. Even if you can’t see the eclipse where you live, you can still tune in to its movements. In many traditions, the sun represents the active, physical, and social arenas. And the moon represents the contemplative, soulful, private and receptive realms. In general, eclipses are a time to let go of something old, and begin something new. This is an opportunity to release some inner pattern that no longer serves you and begin something new that is more joyful and fulfilling.”
So, even after missing the actual eclipse, I woke up feeling that change was in the air.
The first email of the morning had a link to this video, Duo Artemiev – Trapèze – Le Plus Grand Cabaret Du Monde:
Zowies—These two are amazing! They have Strength, are Flexible, Coordinated, Comfortable with heights, and beautiful to watch.
Will I ever be able to dance like these two—on solid ground, much less on a trapeze bar. Most likely NOT in this lifetime. And yet . . .
For me, it’s time to let go of the “couch potato” lifestyle and begin to live a life that is vibrant, healthy and JOY filled.
What will you let go of to make room for new things in your life?
“Advice? I don’t have advice.
Stop aspiring and start writing.
If you’re writing, you’re a writer.
Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon.
Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves.
Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone.
Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.”
Alan Watts (1915 – 1973)
The dream was delightful. . . and then . . . there’s the realization that the jangling phone is ringing in real life. It is 5:10am. It is still dark out. Who could be calling so early?
408 area code. I recognize it from yesterday when a print/web reporter left a message. He needed some information about Wayne Freedman’s upcoming book.
Bleary-eyed, I return the call. After I introduced myself, he says, “I need the URL for my article.”
“I emailed it late last night to the address you give in your voicemail.” Continue Reading…
