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Coffee and Pie and Bears

One more thing to be thankful for.  Pie!  Ok, two things.  Coffee and Pie!

I LOVE pie! and coffee. and bears.

I went with this one. I think it sums up 3 o’clock coffee (and life).

Last summer, I was poking around the shops in Stillwater and discovered the artist Sue Rowe‘s awesome bears.   Art prints, books, T-shirts, magnets, you name it – all with beautiful (sometimes really funny) bears.  After about an hour of hemming and hawing over which to buy,  I had to make up my mind.  I think it was getting close to 3 o’clock.  Why the hurry?

In our house we have this…I don’t know what to call it.  An event? A celebration? An extra meal?  That’s it.  It’s the fourth meal of the day.  Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and 3 o’clock coffee. 

Unless you are a fan of “second breakfast”, but that’s another story.

I was introduced to this wonderful habit by my ex-father-in-law.  Otherwise known as the Silver Finn.  I don’t know if it was a Finnish tradition or he made it up, but it is a very very good idea.  It’s not all about coffee either.  It’s about taking a break.  Sitting down for some coffee and a TREAT.  Pie please.  Or cookies or cake or…you get the idea. It’s even better if you have someone to share it with. If it’s been a good day, you feel better after 3 o’clock coffee.  If it’s been a bad day, you feel better after 3 o’clock coffee.

I love my 3 o’clock coffee.  I seriously never miss it.  I pack a thermos for Rollo when he goes to work.  We bring something to the beach or on the boat when we are in Florida. We ride bikes to the bookstore just so we can have the cream puffs at Barnes and Noble.

I am amazed (and saddened) that not everyone does this.  I am amazed there isn’t some law that you have to have 3 o’clock coffee.  If you don’t want the coffee or the pie, you could just lie down on your mat for a nap, like in kindergarten.  Does that even happen anymore?  It should.  The world would be a far happier, friendlier place if everyone took 3 o’clock coffee.  Or a nap. Or both.

Some of the best pie ever is at Joseph’s Family Restaurant in Stillwater.  I don’t even really want to tell you about the rhubarb delight  (if you don’t already know).  Or Rollo’s favorite Chocolate Caramel Supreme.  Clink on the link for a photo gallery of 24 of their pies.  It’s pie porn.

The only pie that compares with me is a piece of homegrown homemade huckleberry pie at Two Sister’s Cafe in Babb, Montana – right outside of Glacier National Park.  It was really good, but I did have a hiker’s high (and appetite) going at the time.  I would have to go back and try it again to really judge which is better.

 

We Are All Family

Ho Mitakuye Oyasin

I ran across this Native American saying – I think it was at the Great Dakota Gathering we went to this fall. (better known as a pow-wow).  It translates to “all my relations” or “I am related to all things and all things are related to me.”

I’ve “found”  some long-lost relations in the past few years, some I had lost track of for no good reason,  some I didn’t even know existed.  One is Jaylen Bea.

My mother and her great-grandmother are sisters.  She visited me this summer and we were figuring out who she was related to and how.  It got a little complicated.  How many levels of cousin-ness are there? Would she be my third cousin?  Who would the great-grandchilden of my mother’s brother be to her?

She concentrated for awhile and finally told me this:

When you really think about it, we are all related.

Maybe she was just tired of trying to make the connections, but I don’t think so.  I think she was making even more connections.

I wish I was that wise.  I wish our leaders were that wise.

Thanks, JB.  You’re right.  We are all related.

All My Relations (älˑ mīˑ rē·lāˑ·shnz),

n.pr an expression that asserts the basic philosophy of many Native Americans, according to which plants, stones, two-leggeds, animals, sky, earth, moon, spirit helpers, ancestors and—most significantly—the Great Spirit are related; good health results from harmony between all beings.

 

Respectful Blogging?

I’m trying to get out two blog posts a week, but it seems like they have been sort of lazy lately.  Posting my childhood writing.  Things like that.

It’s not that I don’t have ideas.  I’ve just been afraid they might offend someone.  Why does that bother me when it comes to writing on the blog, when it doesn’t seem to in real life?  Good question.  I think typing slows down my thought process enough that I actually consider how the words sound, rather than just spitting them out.

Calling god a girl, including a Native American prayer on a Thanksgiving post, and writing about a “person of interest” who might not want to be written about (I don’t know) have all been on the menu lately.  But, not on the blog.

What to do?  I asked here and there for some advice.  I wrote to native appropriations for advice on the prayer bit.  They are a blogsite that “documents images of Indigenous people languages and cultures in everyday life: countering stereotypes one cigar store Indian at a time.”   I haven’t heard back from them yet.  It’s an interesting blog, with a link to an eye opening article on Wikipedia explaining cultural appropriation.  I learned alot.  There’s a post on Native American Halloween costumes, but I knew this was wrong before I read the post.

I still don’t know if it’s disrepectful to use the prayer.  Or call god a girl sometimes.  Or write a complimentary blog about someone without letting them edit it first.  But, short of just continuing to post family pictures-Like this one of the person that allowed me to wear that costume-I think I’m just gonna have to pull up my big girl pants and spit the blogs out.

If they offend anyone, I apologize in advance.