We have to help those in need regardless of our feelings about them. We feel good helping those we like or the people whom we think deserve to be helped. It’s harder but still essential to help the people who dislike us or resent us or are indifferent to us.*
I find this to be true and worth remembering as I consider my actions in helping others.
There is much to be done.
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*Where I read this, I don’t know. Sitting in my chair by my fireplace reading and sipping coffee, I was moved to record this thought but neglected to cite the souce. My apologies to the author.
I was tired of seeing the graces always depicted as beautiful young things. I think wisdom comes with age and life and pain and knowing what matters. “
This is a comment by Clara, a character in the mystery novel A Fatal Grace by Louise Penny, referring to a painting of three elderly women depicted as the Three Graces.
Today was a new adventure for me in food shopping.
On the red tray is my haul from Coquine , a delightful French-inspired restaurant in SE Portland.
As Coquine is open for take out only. Customers can buy prepared entrees, baked goods and other delicious items from Coquine.
Also, Coquine allows their farmers and other food purveyors to sell direct through their restaurant. The menu is quite extensive with produce, meat, seafood, coffee, tea, eggs and dairy.
It was hard to just order a few things but since I crave vegetables, I opted for a fresh produce bag.
Since I can’t always find locally roasted coffee, I added a pound of Coava Coffee beans to my order. Coava describes their coffee as “northwest coffee roaster notoriously fueled by good folks and Led Zeppelin”. I like their coffee and was happy to find it on the Coquine take out menu. Continue reading “Bounty from Coquine Restaurant in Portland”→
The view from my living room on one side was not appealing. It was so bad that I kept the shades partially closed.
So, to improve the view I added this lovely plant on the outside.
It takes up almost the entire window. A lovely alternative to the previous view.
For the first few days, as I walked across my living room or looked up from my reading, I would be startled by this plant “watching me” through the window.
Lori Greer in Portland 