"Would"

Tonight we attended a program about the school district's art and writing magazine, Valley Visions. Every year high school students submit their art work or writing and, if lucky, it is published in this magazine. This year 250 art pieces and 350 writing pieces were submitted. 55 of each were published. James submitted work during his sophomore year and wasn't chosen. He submitted three pieces this year...a prose piece and two poems. This poem was chosen.

Would 

I would write of a shadow

Or a great few words of a truth

That weren't seen before

I would write of the cracked canvas 

Of a girl's face

Or the thin vastness

Of a mountain river

I would write of the great things

I've seen

While remembering the dust

If I could see past these walls 

I would write you into existence

And create your hand

So I could take it in mine

And with the other

Write of my escape

Adventures in the kitchen

We decided at the beginning of March to move even more towards a vegan diet. We'll never be totally  vegan because I believe there is some place for animal products. I just don't believe they should be given as much a place as they get in our American diet. My other blog has more on the things I have learned. 

However, I have been trying lots if new recipes and the family has been very patient with me. Here are a couple latest...

The liquid is homemade rice milk. I'm quite pleased with it other than we have to shake it before we use it. The cinnamon roll is my regular recipe with rice milk and vegan margarine to replace the butter and milk. The family raved about the cinnamon rolls.

I really don't care to cook, but I must admit that learning something new and having a bit of a challenge in the kitchen can make it more satisfying.

It's birthday season again and it just blows my mind that 25 years ago Johnathan was born...when I was nearly 25. He is now expecting his first baby. So we will have three generations separated by 25 years with each one. I honestly don't know where the time went. 

James is having his own time warp. One of the boys in his English class has received his mission call, and another  boy is waiting for his. It really brings it home to James that his mission is right around the corner.