A quiet Monday morning without plans or expectations and I spent the time cooking and reading in the kitchen. First I made lamb stew and let it simmer slowly the whole morning, then I put a berry cobbler in the oven with those berries I picked last summer and have kept in the freezer, and just before noon I filled the oven with potatoes- they will be ready when we are ready for them later. I am yet to be convinced that this isn’t as close to a religious experience as anyone has ever had. I guess I’m asking, “Why can’t this be it? Why all the fuss and bother and misunderstanding?”

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a tiny bit of what I read: The man who had one talent in the parable was nearer perfection than the man who had five because his talent was growing through interest. Perfectionism means simply living up to the measure of light that is given, (our one talent), and if we are faithful to that, we shall be given more…The divine Light is a principle of growth. 

and also: For the quietest, worship requires a passive as well as an active phase, a negative as well as a positive way…..The Quaker quietists were far from quiet once they were assured of the right word or deed. Their period of withdrawal was followed by a return to activity with an increase of insight and power….This flowering (around the year 1740) was not characterized by any outburst of literary or artistic production. Its whole emphasis was on life itself in home, meeting, and community. This life was an artistic creation [that was] as beautiful [as art].

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Recipe for Berry Cobbler, serves 6 to 8: (the “no stirring” part is brilliant)

1/2 cup butter, melted

1 cup milk

1 cup sugar

1 cup flour

2 teaspoons baking powder

3 cups berries

1/2 cup sugar for topping

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Pour melted butter into a 2-quart shallow casserole and coat bottom.

In a mixing bowl, combine milk, 1 cup of sugar, flour, and baking powder. Stir until blended (batter will be lumpy). Pour over melted butter. Do not stir.

Arrange fruit over top. Sprinkle with 1/2 cup of sugar. Do not stir.

Bake 30 to 35 minutes or until top is golden.  Serve hot, room temperature, or cold, with vanilla ice cream.

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To be honest, as nice as the morning was, in the afternoon I worried instead about all I still had to do and all I hadn’t done. Then the girls came home and I was too busy to worry. Harriet came in and announced her day was awful- she had taken state tests all day. Because of the testing there was no homework; she got to go to the barn with Billy instead and fix a door. So things are getting done.