Saw this at Lifehacker: Make your own spice blends with what you have instead of paying for a can of Old Bay or pumpkin pie mix or whatever.
Author: Peony Moss
The dismal illumination of the Inner Light
Spotted in a combox at Insight Scoop: (emphasis added by me) “Only the other day I saw in an excellent weekly paper of Puritan tone this remark, that Christianity when stripped of its armour of dogma (as who should speak of a man stripped of his armour of bones), turned out to be nothing but… Continue reading The dismal illumination of the Inner Light
Peony’s Seven Quick Takes
Seven Quick Takes is being hosted at Betty Beguiles this week. 1. I love coffee. I love cake. I love coffee and cake. I love coffeecake. I love coffee and coffeecake even more when I’m enjoying it with friends. And doesn’t coffee and cake taste even better when eaten off cute dishes? 2. I never… Continue reading Peony’s Seven Quick Takes
Fr Jacques Philippe on Interior Prayer
For the Staple-to-Forehead file: The life of prayer is much deeper than the intelligence or the senses can perceive. Even when prayer is poor and distracted, provided that it is made with sincerity and faith, God can communicate secretly with the soul. He puts into it the treasures of light and the power of peace… Continue reading Fr Jacques Philippe on Interior Prayer
Primer mixing: pound-foolish?
The Beltway Mosses are happily settling into our new home (which needs a nickname, I suppose). My husband’s after me to hang pictures, but there are two rooms I want to paint before I hang pictures. So it’s off to Lowe’s this morning, coupons and paint chips in hand. Here’s my question: I have about… Continue reading Primer mixing: pound-foolish?
‘Manners Makyth Man’
When deviancy from the ethos becomes the ethos, calling virtue bourgeois, the servant is deprived of his royal dignity as a child of God, and the king is absolved of his duty to revere those he governs. —Father Rutler
Thomas Kinkade and the Sentimental
The First Things article everybody’s linking to today: There is nothing wrong, or course, with fantasy or with what C.S. Lewis called Sehnsucht, the inconsolable longing in the human heart for “we know not what.” What makes Kinkade’s cottage painting so dispiriting is that rather than being created to challenge or even inspire, to evoke… Continue reading Thomas Kinkade and the Sentimental
“To live in perpetual want of little things…”
“To live in perpetual want of little things is a state, not indeed of torture, but of constant vexation.” –Samuel Johnson