Though uncertain about what the blessing might be or how the blessing would be delivered,

I walked in trust. I trusted that something greater than myself lived in me and would see me through.

~Theresa Taylor-Stinson

when the wild doubt rises….

inquiry for today~ taking good care of your deepest truths….

many offerings for the right time….

Just because it is simple doesn’t mean you 
can depend on good results. There are tricks 
to make sure they pop. Preheat the buttered 
pan at 450 degrees. Bring the eggs to room 
temperature. Whirl them with salt till the whole
mixture froths. Warm the milk, but not too hot.
Melt the butter. Be stingy with flour. Mix only 
as long as it takes to sing the first verse of Blackbird. 
But do not invite guests to show off your prowess,
to boast how light, how airy, how balloon-ish-ly
your popovers rise. Pride will slip in and spoil 
the batch. Pride, an ingredient so strong even 
what’s foolproof goes flat. And even if the popovers rise, 
that pride, oh my friend, you’ll taste it. You’ll taste it.

~Rosemary Trommer