My girlfriend , artist and chocolatier, Valerie Corkran, told me last night over Chinese and Shiraz, “Kath . . .I know that everybody does not have ‘the real deal’ like you say they do, but I read your blog faithfully, because you see what could be.”
I own it. Some would say I have rose colored glasses, but I would prefer to believe that I, like Emily Dickinson, “dwell in the possibility.”
It’s Easter morning. A glorious one. And here’s a little real for ya.
My mentor, Lyn Brakeman told me earlier this week . . . Faith OF Jesus. Not faith IN Jesus.
I quickly spouted off an email response to her :
Lyn,
Faith OF Jesus? So when mine goes to hell in a hand basket, He fills it with unexpected and underserved randomness. Clearly, MY Easter basket . . . specially chosen for the girl who pretends to eschew truffles and trifles, but craves and loves the good stuff of life.
Know what she said?
Jesus ate chocolate 🙂
yep.
Wanna know how I eat it?
Sip of Shiraz.
Whole truffle in my mouth.
Heavenly melt.
Sip of Shiraz.
p.s. My truffle of choice? and I know truffles . . . hand made, gold leaf decorated by Emily Michael, principle at Michael’s Studios.
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by houseofredbird