(Image collection from my post on Vagabond Original)
As Jeff mentioned in his post a few weeks ago, my travels and experiences across Africa were some of the most important times in my life. As significant as they were, I still sometimes dread sharing my experiences. How do you casually share a story about something that changed the entire course of your life? How do you share about the tragedy, the suffering, the simple pleasures, and the overwhelming joy – and explain how all those things could possibly exist in the same moment? I was often in the midst of an internal battle to reconcile and balance the combination of polar opposite emotions that usually accompanied every situation.
Even now as I write, my eyes well up with tears as I remember a tragic, and yet very sacred moment. It was 2005, my first time in Zambia, and only a few days into our trip. My fellow volunteers and I traveled to a nearby teaching hospital to visit our friend, the head nurse of the NICU. After she and her staff showed us around the few sparsely equipped rooms, we were free to wander the ward, assisting where we could.
Toward the back in a dimly lit room, I found rows and rows of tiny, quiet cribs. There were so many babies whose mothers had either abandoned them on the hospital steps or had died in childbirth. Too many of the babies were close to dying themselves; some did while we were there. They were so tiny and weak that they didn’t cry, just lied and waited. They had to drink formula from a cup as they were too frail to nurse from a bottle.
While the other volunteers busied themselves changing diapers and talking with new mothers, I felt the need to be with those babies whose time on Earth was hours from ending. Surrounded by loneliness and tragedy, I felt my heart numb as I subconsciously tried to protect myself from the overwhelming sadness. I didn’t want the trauma of what I was witnessing to define my time with them, so I slowly began to shift my focus. Instead of being overcome and wanting to distance myself, I wanted to honor them and their short time of life. I knew cognitively that I could transform this heartache into a holy moment and I was determined to do so. I held them and sang to them and prayed for their quick return Home.
Since that time, I’ve had numerous experiences when life is too overwhelming and I find myself retreating into the numbness. Through my experience in Zambia, I know that not only are you not protected when you distance yourself, but you miss out on empowering, sacred moments. When we build fortresses around our hearts, we really only wall in sadness and hurt. It is through our vulnerability that we find healing and beauty in life’s most brutal moments.
And so it is through my vulnerability of sharing these most holy moments that I hope to chip away those walls and encourage you to do the same.
I do love steak. I love grilling, and I love steak.
Earlier this spring, on Easter Sunday, I thought I’d try my hand at slow-grilling a nice big chunk of tri tip. I’ve had it in restaurants and always thought it was delicious. For those who don’t know, it’s an extra tasty sirloin cut of beef, with a nice layer of fat on top. It is generally served medium-rare to medium.
I learned how to slow cook it on the grill by following the instructions by The Tri Tip Guy. He deserves the credit. The short version is:
1. Let the meat warm up to room temperature before you grill it.
2. Pre-heat the grill to 350-375 (and keep it there the whole time).
3. Place the meat on the grill, fat-side-up.
4. Close the lid and cook for 15 minutes, keeping the temperature at 350-375.
5. Flip it (use tongs – not a fork or knife, as you don’t want to lose those good juices).
6. Let it cook for another 15-20+ (depending on the size of the roast)
7. Once it “bounces” off the grill, you’re getting close (watch his video to understand this better).
8. Use a meat thermometer. Take it off the grill once it hits 135 degrees or 140-145 degrees for medium.
9. Let the meat rest for 8-10 minutes before you cut it open. Yes, really. It’s important. In fact, I like to heat up the serving plate in the microwave first before placing the meat on it. This helps to keep the meat from cooling off too much while it’s resting.
While you’re grilling – especially once you flip it – that fat’s gonna start to drip and catch fire. Do your best to keep the flames down, so you don’t scorch the outside of the meat.
As far as pleasing everyone regarding medium-rare or medium, keep in mind that it’s a large chunk of meat; if it’s medium in the center, it’ll be more well-done toward the outside edges. I wouldn’t do any more than 145 degrees, or you’ll end up with some of it being much more well-done than you probably intended. Once it’s done, there’s a nice charred layer of fat on top that gives it a great flavor.
It was a fun new challenge. I like that you have to be precise with the temperature, chasing it up and down the gauge to make sure it stays in that 350-375 degree window. It takes at least a good 45 minutes. I was on crutches, at the time, and I ended up sitting down in front of the grill and using my crutch to open and close the lid when I saw the temperature gauge climbing. :)
For the asparagus, we like using an Italian salad dressing as a marinade. Once the asparagus has marinated for 30 minutes or so, toss it onto the hot grill for probably no more than 2-3 minutes (unless you like them soft and rubbery). To test, I use tongs to pick one up and wiggle it – once it starts to wiggle (it’s no longer stiff/rigid like when it’s raw) pull them off.
It was so fun to do this for Easter Dinner. One roast easily fed four adults.
If you like steak, you will love this. If it’s your first time, definitely head over to The Tri Tip Guy’s website and watch his video tutorial. Super helpful.
This past weekend we celebrated Easter with our Greek Orthodox hosts. (The Greek Orthodox Church calculates its feast days by the old Julian calendar, a calendar that was replaced by our now standard Gregorian calendar that saw the addition of leap days. Because of this, Orthodox celebrations typically fall on different dates than the rest of the Christian world.)
In the States, the celebration of Easter seems rather low-key compared to how the Greeks observe it. Weeks of fasting, daily services, a national day of mourning, and hours-long feasts are just some of the differences.
For 5 days, the region of nearly 4 million seemed practically deserted as Athenians traveled to their family’s villages.
For Jeff and I, that meant it was a great time to see some more of the neighborhoods and coastline without the usual crowds. (More to come on that, but in the meantime, here’s a sneak peek photo.)
It was also a great to spend time with our lovely hosts and to take part in their celebrations. Cookies were made and hard-boiled eggs were dyed red, symbolizing the Atonement.
The Easter Sunday lunch was very traditional with roasted lamb with garlic and lemon, potatoes, cabbage and carrot salad, and the hard-boiled eggs and cookies.
It was very delicious and a wonderful way to spend the Sabbath. To show our gratitude, we got chocolate covered almonds and I made this hand-lettered card.
I realize it’s now after the Easter season, but luckily celebrating Christ’s sacrifice and Resurrection can be done year round, so I thought I would share this free printable with all of you. Mail it to a loved one, take it with you on your Visiting Teaching outings, or just save it for next year. Enjoy!
Though it’s only been the first day, my 2015 is already awesome and filled with excitement. As business continues to increase with our web media studio, Vagabond Original, and as we embark on adventures here on Wander, we are really glad to be able to share that with all of you. This year holds some amazing adventures and opportunities (a few of which will be announced in just a couple of weeks). As excited as I am for this new year, I’m so grateful that this past year has been incredible and I’m not just glad to have it over with.
At the start of this year, Jeff and I have a few New Year’s resolutions that we feel will make a real and lasting impact on our happiness, well-being, and productivity. While our’s is primarily centered on setting priorities, achieving goals, and sticking to a schedule, we really liked these ideas from a post we found on Tumblr.
No. 1 – Guard your time No. 2 – Let kindness rule No. 3 – Create good habits No. 4 – Choose to focus on the good No. 5 – Start each day with goals No. 6 – Find the good in others No. 7 – Be the best version of you No. 8 – Believe anything is possible
I like that I really feel inspired and encouraged to accomplish these goals, not pressure or shame or guilt that I feel with some of the typical do’s and don’ts. What are some of your favorite resolution ideas? Do you stick with your resolutions or do they eventually fizzle out? Or maybe you’re more like me and usually don’t even care to waste the time promising yourself things you have no intention of fulfilling :) Whatever your style, I hope 2015 is a happy one for you and your family.
This quote is often incorrectly attributed to Galileo. It was, in fact, written by English poet, Sarah Williams in the mid-nineteenth century as a part of her most famous work “The Old Astronomer.”
“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
Ever since I was little, I remember my father continually instilling in me awe, wonder, and curiosity about the universe. He would tell me about the times when he would skip school in order to watch the shuttle launches on TV, and I did the same in the 8th grade when John Glenn made his return to space. Some of my favorite memories with him are of watching movies and documentaries about the space race, moon landings, and early astronomers.
In recent days, Jeff and I have been watching the series, Cosmos, and I have been surprised that with the upbringing I did, how little I really understood about galaxies, super novas, nebulae, and so many other things too old or gigantic to fully comprehend.
But instead of feeling overwhelmed by it all, it just increases my curiosity and desire to learn more. We’ve made special trips to star gaze near a mountain lake, see the recent Blood Moons, and spent hours waiting for a rare glimpse of the aurora borealis that never showed quite this far south.
I made this design as a gift for my father and thought I would share it with you as well. Feel free to save it for use as a desktop background. Enjoy!
I happened upon this hymn the other day while browsing through my Tumblr called The Love of God by Frederick Lehman (although there are other authors who contributed to it). The first of these authors, Meir Ben Isaac Nehorai, a Rabbi from Germany penned this beautiful verse in Aramaic as a part of his poem, Hadamut, near the end of the 11th century.
Many centuries later, Lehman was seeking inspiration for the third stanza of his hymn and remembered a poem someone had given him. As he read the words, he knew this was exactly what he had been searching for. He then noticed this writing on the bottom of the card:
“These words were found written on a cell wall in a prison some 200 years ago. It is not known why the prisoner was incarcerated; neither is it known if the words were original or if he had heard them somewhere and had decided to put them in a place where he could be reminded of the greatness of God’s love – whatever the circumstances, he wrote them on the wall of his prison cell. In due time, he died and the men who had the job of repainting his cell were impressed by the words. Before their paint brushes had obliterated them, one of the men jotted them down and thus they were preserved.”
As I read these accounts, it reminded me of some of my favorite scriptures I came to love in high school,
Romans 8:31, 35-39
If God be for us, who can be against us?
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter. Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
This image is free for you to use for a desktop background or it would make a lovely gift as a card or fridge magnet. If you use it, I’d love to hear about it, so leave me a note in the comments section. Enjoy!
Friends, I’m really thrilled to share the new website for my web media studio “Vagabond Original.”
Allison has helped me put so much work into this, and has shared her designs and expertise in the blog section and elsewhere. This has really been a long time coming. I’ve been full-time freelancing for who-knows-how-long now, but until very recently I’ve spent all of my time working for clients without having ever finished my own website to promote my own business.
It feels so good to finally say, “Go check out my website: http://vagabondoriginal.com”
Please do take a look at the new site and tell us what you think! Also, don’t forget to like/follow us on social media:
This beautiful quote is oft attributed to Shakespeare or George Santayana, but only recently was it discovered to be written by an unknown poet, Reginald Holmes, as part of his poem, The Magic of Sound.
I’ve heard the soft whisper of wind in the pine trees,
The silvery ripple of brooklets at play;
I’ve heard the low voice of a sweet singing mother
As she sang to her child at the end of the day.
I’ve heard the faint rustle of sails in the sunset
And blue waves caressing the wild, rockbound shore;
The whistle of trains as they cross the green prairie
And mountains re-echo the cataract’s roar.
The notes of the organs in ancient cathedrals,
Where hearts of the faithful are lifted in song;
I’ve heard the gay laughter as children were playing,
The chatter and buzz of a large, happy throng.
The earth has its music for those who will listen;
Its bright variations forever abound.
With all of the wonders that God has bequeathed us,
There’s nothing that thrills like the magic of sound.
Isn’t that last part lovely? Now that it’s finally Fall here, I’ve spent more and more time out in the wilderness, and I think of this quote often. I wonder how many gifts that have been bequeathed to us, go unnoticed only because we fail to really listen. How much time do we spend distracted, worried, anxious, busy, angry, unforgiving, self-absorbed?
I wonder what would happen to our hearts and souls if when we pray, if we ask God to help us ‘listen’ more to the blessings that are being showered upon us, instead of only just asking for things we need and then hoping they show up in exactly the way we asked for it (why do we always think we know best?).
I think too often our prayers are answered in a way we don’t expect, and because we don’t recognize it, we keep praying and over time feel unheard, unloved, or bitter. It would do us well to add that listening part to our prayers, and I think we’ll be surprised how abundantly we are answered.
For a helpful reminder to always listen, you are welcome to download this quote for use on your desktop background. Enjoy!
Design by me. Photo by Joe Floyd
I’m a dreamer. I always have been. I was never the kind to absentmindedly daydream in school or at work, but my imaginings and inventing was more a part of my active creative process. That once child dreamer has turned into an adventure-seeking, wanderlusting vagabond with little hope of ever wanting to just settle down in the traditional sense. But luckily the restlessness isn’t from avoiding real-world, adult stuff (okay, maybe a little bit), it’s more about knowing there is so much happiness and beauty and wisdom all over the world and wanting to be a part of it.
This feeling is captured in one of my favorite quotes and so they seemed the perfect words to create another (faux) hand lettered image to inspire me. Jeff and I were talking about how my calligraphy practice is coming along last night, and he asked if I would start branching out to creating letters like the ones above. I wish that came as easily as the calligraphy which is just an extension of my already good penmanship. But hand lettering is fundamentally drawing, you just happen to be drawing letters. I was always terrible at drawing. I’m not sure why, but I feel particularly deficient in my spacial reasoning skills, so because I never felt good at it, I never practiced. Maybe if my hand lettering obsession continues, we’ll see if it becomes important for me to learn, but I think I’d rather let the talented professionals stick to it.
After my recent post all about hand lettering, it happened to be my birthday and I requested some very handsome, hand drawn fonts for my presents. With them I created this image with words from one of my favorite Mumford & Sons songs, Sigh No More. It took a little while for me to post this project and in just a week, I’m already so much better at manipulating the font shapes, using better backgrounds and overlays, and overall composition. Even though it’s not my best work, I absolutely love these words. So many of Mumford’s lyrics ring true for me, but this especially moves me. If you don’t know the song, click on the link above to listen.
I think some might read these words and only see the message as eliminating everyone from their life who doesn’t give them love exactly as they want it. But I think with those sort of expectations, you’re setting yourself up to be really lonely. I definitely think purging negative relationships from your life is necessary. But what if every parent of a teenager did that or every couple that got in a fight? I’m not talking about abusive, co-dependent, or other severely dysfunctional and unhealthy relationships. I’m talking about normal, sometimes it sucks and is hard relationships and if you’re expecting this kind of love from someone else all the time, you’ll be majorly disappointed. You’ll begin to see the negatives and deficiencies and your needs not being met. But if you are the one with that kind of love, then it makes discerning what relationships to nurture and which ones to severe more clear. It makes you more peaceful in the relationships you have because your expectations are about loving others, regardless of how they reciprocate. But the more you love, the more love you invite into your own life which helps gets your own needs met. It’s not about changing our circumstances all the time so we don’t have any hardships. It’s about changing our perspective and understanding that we can be happy no matter what comes our way.
Love – it will not betray you, dismay or enslave you, it will set you free.
Since I started this obsession with calligraphy a few months ago, I’ve spent a considerable amount of time scouring the internet for images and of pretty letters to help me figure out my own lettering style and to get ideas for future projects (and also just because I like looking at pretty things).
As much as I love calligraphy, my usual style is way more casual and a little rustic. So when I happened upon these handsome hand lettered designs, I fell a bit in love. Stay tuned for how their work inspired me to craft new designs…
My sister’s idea to be pen pals has been so fun and has brought me more joy than I ever expected. It’s a perfect chance to practice my calligraphy and to fulfill my only New Year’s resolution which is to empty out my giant box of hoarded envelopes before we move to Spain. But more than that, I love that I am doing something that strengthens my relationship with my sister who lives so far away.
This was my first time using my gold ink, and I must admit that I felt rather classy using it. Gilded, glittering things must still be in my royal ancestral blood. It still surprises me how much I enjoy spending so much time and effort and supplies on doing something small just to brighten her day.
In this day and age of texts and emails, I feel a lot of pride that not only am I sending letters, but that I hand letter them with fancy inks and pens and letters. It is a lovely reminder to spend extra time doing small things that are important and that matter. When we are bombarded with so much electronic stimulus, it feels so cathartic and grounding to dip my pen in shimmery ink and create something that will be so welcomed by my sister.
This tired, busy momma of 3 boys will notice that I match the stamp with the color of my envelope. She’ll recognize how much time it took me and will be comforted knowing I spent all that time thinking of her when she’s only spent her time taking care of the boys. When she reads “I love you” on the front of that card, she’ll know how true it is. Such a small thing, a card in the mail, but oh how it matters.
I love that this is what my mailbox looks like as of late. Maybe if I’m lucky, the postman will notice that lovely letters matter to him too.
If I was to describe myself in one word, it would be Bohemian. Wanderer, vagabond, nomad, wildling, collector, dreamer would fit nicely into that ideology as well. I want nothing more than to travel to far-off destinations and scouring souks, markets, and bazaars for bangles, beads, tassels, woven rugs, pottery, carved wood, kaftans, and vintage silver pendants. Then come home to a space filled with embroidered textiles, poufs, lanterns, and succulents and cacti galore, and wind down with some Rooibos tea and create art and calligraphy.
I definitely can’t hoard all those things I find in the markets as they won’t fit on a motorcycle very well, but I will certainly wander the busy souks and practice photography, calligraphy, and Photoshop designs. We’re still months away from leaving, so my daydreaming will have to tide me over until then.
Allison and I love Buffalo Wings. She and I both have become somewhat particular about which restaurants we like for wings, which sauces, etc. Incidentally, the best place in the area that we go to for wings (and other grub) is Slackwater Pizza & Pub in Ogden, Utah. Yes, it’s like an hour drive from here, and yes, it’s worth it.
We’ve been trying to perfect a recipe of our own; within a few months we’ll be living in parts of the world where Buffalo Wing restaurants will be scarce. So we decided to learn and adapt a recipe of our own. It’s not done yet, but we’re getting close. We’ve made them a number of times for our family and they’ve been a hit. There will be updates to this down the road as we dial in the recipe to a masterpiece. Until then, maybe you can improve on this recipe:
Marinade: (about 35-40 wings)
8 tablespoons olive oil
9 tablespoons Frank’s buffalo sauce
6 teaspoons paprika
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon cayenne pepper
5+ cloves garlic (I like lots more)
3 tablespoons red wine vinegar
4 tablespoons brown sugar
1 can (12 oz) Dr. Pepper
Feta + Gorgonzola + Blue Cheese Dip:
1/2 cup sour cream
1/2 cup blue cheese crumbles
1/2 cup feta cheese
1/2 cup gorgonzola cheese
2 tablespoons rice vinegar
2 cloves garlic
1/4 cup cilantro (optional)
Marinate minimum 1 hour [for best results, we like marinating it overnight]. Preheat oven to broil. Broil wings for 10 minutes (+/- 1 min), then use tongs to flip the wings over. Baste in marinade, and place back in the oven. Broil an additional 10 minutes (+/- 1 min).
[Rather than 10:10, we’ve experimented with 9:11 minutes and actually liked the results a little more. Your results will be determined by your oven’s broiling temperature, your altitude, the gravitational pull of Jupiter, etc. Experiment!]
As a garnish, we like sprinkling fresh cilantro on the wings when they come out.
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If you try this, tell us how you like it! And please share what changes you might have made.
I first mentioned Rachel from Citrus and Mint the other day ago when I was commenting on some of my favorite LDS artists. She primarily does more than just LDS art and frequently has FREEBIES (which I have all of them downloaded and I’m going to need a gift card to her Etsy store for my birthday).
I had to resist the urge to post all of her designs. Just her logo is enough to make me swoon. I’m typically not into “cute”, but I can’t resist these. When I’m a mom, I think I’ll use them all the time for everything. If I had all the money in the world, I’d write my autobiography and commission her illustrate it.