I'm new to the Orthodox fasting, new to eating less meat. There's a lot of crossover between vegan and Lent restrictions, so there's a bit of both.
St Seraphim of Sarov on Fasting: 'Once there came to him a mother who was concerned about how she might arrange the best possible marriage for her young daughter. When she came to Saint Seraphim for advice, he said to her: "Before all else, ensure that he, whom your daughter chooses as her companion for life, keeps the fasts. If he does not, then he is not a Christian, whatever he may consider himself to be."' — From a sermon of Metropolitan Philaret, quoted in The Ladder of Divine Ascent, pub. Holy Trinity Monastery, pg.xxxiii. What? The Bacon Babe not eating meat? Yeah, it's hard and it's stretching my culinary creativity. I have my reasons and you have yours for joining me here. Here goes. Day 1: Vegetarian Pasta is the easiest of easy. INGREDIENTS
Sauté onions, mushrooms, and garlic, add spices to this sauté. Take this off and pure in the blender. Then add tomato sauce and cashew butter and simmer for 3 hours. Add zucchini, spinach leaves, tomato halves, and squash and lemon juice 1 hour before serving. Boil and prepare noodles just before serving. See easy. The cashew butter and mushrooms add protein and makes the sauce creamier. It's like salad and pasta all in one bowl. If your kids won't eat the other veggies, just puree these too. My kids love this more when I bake it with ricotta, but Lent and all so no cheese. The bread makes up for it and we have a good bakery up the road. Sometimes I take garlic and pureed onion, mash it with red pepper flakes as a spread for the bread. Save some of the seasoning back for adjusting the flavor of the sauce before serving. I hold back all salt and let people salt their own since I can't have salt anymore. It works, but takes some getting used to. The lemon offsets the lack of salt for me. I have sometimes made this sauce and served it as a soup with the bread. Double duty. Let me know what you think! I'll add pictures next week, but if you make this, upload a picture to the comments. Good eating, y'all! -Danelle
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![]() 2019 will have some major challenges. I am working while raising three kids as a single mom. I am trying hard to finish a terminal degree that will allow for more opportunities at work (ei, more money, health insurance, stability). My porch needs some repair as well and there is a deadline on this. Fine, those are the musts. But what about my dreamings? What visions of success can I lay out to keep me focused? And with that I present to you the 2019 Goal List and Theme Word: Word: Publish Going beyond writing and sending out work every day. Quote of the year: “One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.” ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship Goals: Finish poetry manuscript revision and send out. Write and publish eight essays. Finish degree. Rebuild porch corner Sand porch Paint porch Plant eight trees Kitchen counters addressed HVAC system figured out Write a poem a day Workout 3-4 times a week 10,000 steps every day Make bed every morning Paint welcome sign Hang porch lights Love Let love. Travel to two new places Write thank you cards Invent a world ![]() “First, forget inspiration. Habit is more dependable. Habit will sustain you whether you're inspired or not. Habit will help you finish and polish your stories. Inspiration won't. Habit is persistence in practice.” ― Octavia E. Butler, Bloodchild and Other Stories I am trying to maintain my focus, being present in my own life, so much to do on the to do list. This started as a facebook post and got way out of hand. I thought I would take more time and flesh it out a bit more. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this. What are you doing to keep focus? My creative goals: Read a book every week, a poem every day. Screenplay draft. Chapbook draft. Submit new poetry work. Schedule readings. Cookbook. Memoir. Novel. 5 year timeline. Here are some things I am trying out.
What are you doing to meet your creative goals? ![]() I know it is August. August always feels like a new beginning. School starts. Summer is over. We all feel a bit older, yeah? I found this list I made in 2016 when I first moved to Savannah: Goals for 2016: Professional Goals: Write at least an hour each day. Read as much as I can get my hands on. Revise and send out work. Meet IRL the local poets here in Georgia. Take more photographs. Send that work out too. Research MFA programs. Send out chapbooks and whole book. Set up Etsy store for framed art. Personal Goals: Find a church. Go. Write handwritten letters to people I love. Keep in touch. Find time 3x a week to do something physical. Run.*** Breathe. Find a counsellor. Go. Find a massage therapist. Go. Find a nice way to turn down dating invitations. *Keep to it. The really cool thing about this list is the only thing I have yet to do is the etsy shop for my professional goals and find a church for personal (we have been to a few, still looking for the one that clicks).. But look too what these goals yielded in both 2016 and 2017. That book that I sent out became a published collection! I toured with it. It is on Amazon.com. I know a lot of local poets and writers now and they are fabulous and supportive. I did a lot of breathing. A lot of breathing. Two galleries hung my photographs. I bought a house. Gravel Hill. A five bedroom plantation house on just about four acres and near enough to the city. I have bees again. Land. Trees. I lost 20 more lbs. My kids rocked their first year of public school. I accepted my first dinner invitation and it was magical, healing, and that's all I will say about that. And through it all I wrote, sent out work, read, talked about writing. This list felt impossible when I made it. Impossible. This new list feels that way too: Goals for 2107/2018 Professional: Get up the online store Finish screenplay draft Revise book 2 enough to send out first half as a chap Update camera equipment Blog once a week Grow the writers' retreat Find full time employment that still meets my parenting goals Host a new writer's group (idea might work) Poetry Reading in NYC Personal: Find a church, go. Regain lost muscle tone Workout 3x a week Walk everyday Eat better, more vegetables Get porch repaired and painted You can still buy copies online. :) I am so grateful for all the support and early purchases. I have started the process to book readings and signings now. If you want me to come read to you, let me know and I can haul out my box of books and mug of coffee and work some poetry magic for you and your friends. Right now, I'll be in the Midwest June 1-June 15th. April is almost all free up for the Georgia area folks, I'm thinking Decatur and Atlanta may get me for a day or so. I'll keep a calendar updated, somewhere here and post events as they are planned. This is work, y'all. Secretarial work. I am still formatting, filing, and sending out work from my second book. Hopefully that too will find a home here soon and 2018 will be busy too. Every day, one hour goes to this work. I'd rather be writing and out there taking pictures, honestly. But both parts have to happen to be an artist AND get the work out there. This is not an occupation for lazy folk, for certain. For now though, sit back and enjoy the warm winter breezes on the front porch, the clear night skies, and the music that fills my house daily. https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/landlocked-etymology-of-whale-fish-and-grace-by-danelle-lejeune/
This is it. The book I have been writing for the last twenty three years. The one with the nearly twenty year gap in the middle. There are poems in here that began on paper when I was a child and a few that spilled out while hauling pigs across the Iowa landscape, Some were written while under my desk on a mountain in Vermont, a crown of them while at the Kafka Snob Cafe in Prague, and the rest here and there in Georgia. Geography is crisscrossed, a cats cradle game with map pins and string. A couple weeks back Savannah Podcast came to Gravel Hill and interviewed me. The interview is here: http://savannahpodcast.com/multimedia-archive/poet-finds-a-sense-of-belonging/ Orlando also did a write up in Connect Savannah: http://m.connectsavannah.com/savannah/danelle-lejeune-literary-mama-of-the-marsh/Content?oid=3868919 And so it begins. Please consider pre-ordering my book, friends. It would mean the world to me. Thank you, Danelle Blogging is complicated for me.
What purpose am I spilling ink here? Should I be so un-private about my life and struggles? Should I give my talent away or send these essays off for publication somewhere else? Is this branding? Reality show? Or a newsletter update for fans of my work? Two years ago, these answers were easy. This blogging I was toiling at was a journal of my life, love letters to my children, and also used my ex husband's family to market our farm products. Slowly it became just the latter and in the divorce we agreed to take the children and their lives offline. And my photography is shifting to being placed in galleries and used for book covers so it cannot be put online as much either. So what now? Does this new space simply become a listing of my writing life? Random thoughts on poetry and art? Maybe an archive of accountability. Lists. My beloved lists. Here is my list for the week, a good start to breathing this space back to life. 1) Finish up the State Fair poem I am working on 2) Bake a loaf of bread 3) Finish painting dining room and clean up 4) Dry lay bathroom tile 5) Write an essay and send it out, for fun, see what happens 6) Take a picture of something beautiful 7) Read Elizabeth Bishop 8) Finish a novel that I love already. That's it for my professional goals this week. Taking it easy, as you can see. Today someone asked why I post so much about Ossabaw Island and the writer's retreat. I work for them is a short answer. The less short answer is why I work there. The longest explanation involves an alligator, a near death experience over bacon (not my own), a trip to Prague, a divorce, and a publishing deal in 2016. Today you get the less short answer.
In 2014 I went to the writer's retreat, as a cover to study the pigs on the island to grow better, more humane pork on my own farm in Iowa. I had given up writing, other than blogging, nearly two decades before that. But? The poetry was dormant in me, just beneath the surface. The workshops and the discussions over meals, the gentle guidance of the faculty and the friendships made that year were priceless. I returned home to Iowa with poetry bleeding out of me. I wrote. I revised. I hid it still. Then a fellow writer, Emily, from the island emailed me a list of websites to send my work to, a link to duotrope, and some kind words. I took the leap, sent out work. It felt like opening a wrong healed wound. Not long after, actually 48 hours, I got my first acceptance. Later that summer, Tony Morris, the director of the retreat, called me and encouraged me to return for the 2015 retreat. He offered more words of encouragement. I took on extra work, in our busiest harvest season on the farm, to pay for it and a plane ticket. Going back was more transformative than the first time. I dug in to the workshops, relaxed at the social gatherings, laughed hard and wrote furiously. 15 other writers gathered on the island as cohort. This second retreat was where I fell in love with words again, the experience of writing, of baring my soul and story. I was dizzy head over heels in love with writing. My writing changed from dry technically narrative poems, to line by line heart wrenching, my technical craft became more refined. Confidence made writing sexy. I wanted to write all the time, infatuated, a rekindled love I had forgotten and estranged for too long. Writers need experiences like this. I needed this. Best investment I have ever made in myself, personally. Better than a spa day, or therapy, or college classes. And my passion continues, as many of you know. To give back, I volunteer my time to the retreat. I want to bring more people to the island but also to that point in their writing life too. You don't need an MFA to write your life. You don't need to be a professor. What matters more, at least to me, is community. Many of our writers come to the island with a story and leave with the tools to tell it well. Some come with notebooks full of poems that they've never shown anyone (like me). How brave. I am grateful everyday for the friendships (looking at you Tracy May Fuad,Holly Peterson, Jennifer Johnston, Patty Evans Jordan Tamra Higgins,Lenore Hart Poyer, Victoria Mitchell, to name a few) that I made there, that have carried me through the worst year of my life (divorce after 18 years of marriage) and into the best one (my own house and book deal and WARM WEATHER and poetry!). To sum up? You know a writer like me, like I was two years ago. You do. Encourage them, help them get there (wherever there is for them). Fundraise tuition, drive them cross country, give them your air miles for a plane ticket. Pass on the blessings we have had to get us where we are. If you are that writer and no one knows? Tell someone. Say it aloud. Tell yourself, I am poet/novelist/memoirist. I am writer. Then write. Life has taken me away from here a bit. Since Vermont I have moved three times, been reuinted with my children (custody exchange), bought a house, and slowly began healing from a very hostile end to an eighteen year marriage.
The big thing for me was landing back on earth, finding a new nest and refuge. The Universe collided and the stars fell from the sky- I found a house online and kept looking at it when I'd have midnight crying spells, a comfort. I'm not the only one who finds Realtor.com comforting, yeah? But then I was in Georgia and not in Vermont or Iowa. The house in question was thirty minutes away from where I was staying. One late night, after a very stressful day with my new landlord, I sent away and email asking about it. And that's where it all started. This is where one story ends and this one begins. This new place is already full of poetry and love and laughter. There are fig trees and blueberry bushes, big open rooms full of light, hardwood floors, slamming screen doors, lizards on the porch rail, and I can see the stars at night again. First week, done. Reading aloud, done. Walking in the blue hour, magical. This is just before the snow started fall again, gently and whispering. I was nervous, but I survived.
The creative process, being immersed without interruption, is so much different than scribbling poems on feed receipts while pulled over on the side of the road waiting for gravel graders to pass the intersection. Not better, but different. This first week was learning to walk on the bottom of the ocean and not drown. Also, the days become marked in passage by the rapt attention to meal times and the promise of sweet things for dessert. We all emerge it seems, on the dot of the clock, drooling and ready for nourishment and maybe too the company of others after being alone with our own muse for hours on end? Summer camp for introverts? I must run now, mealtime is in 7 minutes and I have to walk in the freezing rain to get there on time...... |
Danelle Lejeune
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