Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
In the spirit of Eleanor R. and doing something that scares me every day.....
Shopping. Ugh. And these arty heads were definitely awe-ish.
And let me introduce you to our Mother.
We are experimenting with coconut milk Kefir and Kombucha. A mother, and a small jar of kefir grains, came home with us from Minnesota.
The kefir "experiment" has already been "grown" and tasted and was not bad. Not bad at all.
The Kombucha is a whole different "animal" though. If you don't know about Kombucha, you might not want to. But I will tell you that it is a fermented tea. The mother is a colony that feeds off of sugar that is put in the tea in the early stages. I don't know that I'll be able to help in the fishing out of and handling of the mother as she finishes her growing phase and still be willing to taste the tea.