by Lillian Lake | | Building Community, Spiritual
Angst over America’s election – local, as well as state elections – has been fed by fear. There’s been a considerable amount of bullying to get people to join the fear train. This morning I spent time praying and meditating on the future of our...
by Lillian Lake | | Food, Recipes
First published in The Franklin Journal My visitors have gone home to a more southern region. It was wonderful having family and friends visit and enjoy that which Maine has to offer by way of food and frolic. My recent guests arrived here after spending two weeks...
by Lillian Lake | | Building Community, Food, Spiritual
“Meraki” [pronounced: may-rah-kee]. It’s a Greek word, derived from the Turkish “Merak”, for which there is no direct English translation. It is used to describe “doing something with soul, creativity, or love”, no matter how difficult the task. It should be of no...
by Lillian Lake | | Building Community, Food
First published in Franklin Journal On a recent Friday, I schlepped my way to the Farmington Farmer’s Market. It’s smallish, but for what it lacks in size, it makes up in personality. As markets go, personality is a plus. This one is situated on a patch of lusciously,...
by Lillian Lake | | Food, Spiritual
First published in Franklin Journal I just came inside after relishing a dish of blueberries. My preference is to eat them fresh and I’m saddened that this batch is dwindling. Other preferred ways of eating them is baked in a pie, with each serving topped with vanilla...
by Lillian Lake | | Food, Spiritual
FIrst appeared in Franklin Journal Anyone who isn’t aware it’s nearing the end of summer just isn’t paying attention. I note the routing of the school buses and this year it seems there is a kindergarten bus in the neighborhood. I love signs like that which show life...
by Lillian Lake | | Building Community, Food
First published in The Franklin Journal It’s another warm day here in Maine. The Weather Channel has predicted temps of high 80’s to low 90’s. We’ve had barely enough rain this summer to wet your whistle, but I have reveled in the sun’s rays and the joy of writing....
by Lillian Lake | | Food, Spiritual
First published in Franklin Journal It’s easy for me to be connected with nature in general, and my food, specifically. When I’m out tending my flowers or weeding the vegetables, I am silently, and sometimes not so silently, thanking them for gracing my day with their...
by Lillian Lake | | Caregiving, Grief, Spiritual
Dear Son or Daughter, First, I want to say I’m sorry, but I’m not going to say it, because I know you will hear those words so much they may become meaningless. I can, however, tell you I empathize with your loss. I embrace you and send you love. I want to...
