As a food loving amateur chef (ha!), I couldn’t resist putting up a post on my new found recipe! Totally unrelated to my blog theme but hey…so what?! Check out the picture below… Looks yummy right?! :)👌…presentation skills could do with some improvement, I’m working on it.
I’m proud of my culinary skills if I may say so myself!😜
Incase you’re wondering what it’s made of, the primary ingredients are:
Parsnips (I 💛 them)
The animal of choice – 🐐 a.k.a lamb chops all drizzled with some apple cider reduction!
While I’m not the inventor of the recipe sadly, I’d be more than happy to share it so buzz me or leave me a comment and I’ll get it right to you!
There’s a whisper in my soul…one that grows louder with each passing day. It starts out very quiet, first as a random thought so unusual and illogical that it is quickly replaced by the mundane, normal thoughts dominant in my rapidly active mind. But then the whisper comes back more firmly and more resolute only this time not just with random thoughts but visions of a life different from what I’ve grown accustomed to. With the realization that it is more than just a whisper comes the sobering questions – what next? how? why? Suddenly life as I know it no longer seems enough. It seems to be a whisper carrying with it a desire for more and a push to seek and walk a different life. The discontent in my spirit is not linked to the need for the acquisition of personal and material things. But rather to give and maximize potential beyond what I can ever ask or imagine. Is it a discontentment at dreams and aspirations not yet lived? Have I been born for such a time as this? What am I here for and am I fulfilling my mission? Is my life carved out for something so different beyond my wildest imaginations? Beyond what I’ve known and have come to accept?
This growing whisper has becoming a nagging in my conscious that has refused to let go. So unsettling is it that the normal routine holds no appeal anymore, but rather it is breathing and igniting a desire for radical transformation and change! But yet, I wrestle. Wrestle against developing those thoughts and giving life to it. Why? For fear of what it will mean, because it is like threading into unknown waters. The familiar is comfort and seeming certainty – while the unfamiliar represents discomfort and uncertainty. Who in their right minds would want to knowingly walk into discomfort and unknown territory?
But another more terrifying thought forms and even as that thought forms, I shudder to think of it. “Can you look back at the end of your life and be content with unfulfilled dreams?”. It is not a question I want to answer because I will not let fear paralyze me. I know in my spirit that I was born for such a time as this. So I have made a decision – with each passing day I will allow this growing whisper get louder and I will listen and trust Wisdom to guide me in the path she has prepared for me. I do not know what that path is, but I know that it is one filled with light, honor and glory, impact and change. It will leave it’s mark and not be a silent dream and aspiration waiting for it’s time to go six feet under. It will reverberate for generations to come and He who made me will be glorified in it for in Him all things hold together.
Dear Blog, fellow bloggers and my esteemed readers!
First of all, let me start by saying “Happy New Year”! ☺👌✊💖! I know,I know I’m about 24 days late in saying that but it is a new year from 2014 so still valid ;). Hope your year is off to a good start so far. And if it’s not, just hang in tight as there are still 341 days for amazing, incredible things to happen.
I’d like to start this post by apologising for my prolonged absence! I’m afraid I’ve committed the first cardinal sin of blogging – going AWOL a.k.a absence without leave. There are some valid excuses for this but nevertheless it is unacceptable to allow virtual dust accumulate on a blog.
If you’re wondering what I’ve been up to in that time, well I moved home and I travelled for Christmas! I hadn’t moved homes in exactly 5 years, 4 months and 13 days so it was a major shock to my system to discover how much “junk” 😐 I mean stuff I had accumulated over the years! Suffice to say that I fell ill after finally packing up all my belongings and venturing out into a whole new world! (🎵a new fantastic point of view)…cheesy i know but I just couldn’t help it! 🙂
So that has been my primary reason for the silence, minus the writer’s block which also paid me a visit. But hey, this is a new year and so I’m hoping for new, fresh blogging ideas to take this space to a new level.
I’m still settling into the new place slowly but surely and I will be doing a series of posts on my home move experience which will include how I learned how to paint for the first time (hooray!), the hassle of decision making in buying furniture in this age of too many choices but most importantly the life lessons I’ve learned along the way in this short period of time. So I hope you’ll bear with me and stay tuned as I organise my life and my thoughts into myscarletthread!
I’ll leave you with a view from the new place. Hope you like it!
This is the end result of not having enough milk to finish my pancakes this morning.
I learnt a valuable lesson today – we may not always have all the ingredients we need to finish the job but there are always options if we are willing to put on our creative cap and be daring, explorative and inventive!
To recap – I’m a “minority” female working in a very male dominated environment in a global financial firm, with an average of about 1 woman to every 10 men in my department! As you can imagine, it provides for a glaringly stark gender imbalance, which has plagued some major organisations in a world where gender equality is the order of the day. Continue reading “Attention readers! I Need your help…”→
“I know that nothing is better for them than to rejoice, and to do good in their lives, and also that every man should eat and drink and enjoy the good of all his labor – it is the gift of God”.
After what has been a busy, stressful week…. It’s time to kick back and enjoy the fruit of one’s labour. Whatever that may look like for you, remember that all is vanity and grasping for the wind so you might as well enjoy it while you can.
Today I thought I’d share a poem I wrote a while ago when I was pondering the meaning of true love. It came from a time of confusion and despair when I couldn’t understand why certain things happen in life. Whether that’s the disappointment of a love lost, shattered dreams, broken promises, whatever it may be, there is something in the human spirit that yearns for love – to be loved and to love. When promises are broken and life happens, it can leave us feeling dejected and perhaps rejected, without hope and excruciatingly disappointed. But maybe, just maybe…the kind of love we long and hope for isn’t real love? Maybe we’ve confused the fairy tale love and romance of Hollywood and Disney movies for real love, pining for the happily ever after story. Continue reading “One of a kind love”→