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A Faerie Story for the Season ~ Bill the Butcher

There was once a fairy who wanted very much to meet a child.

The fairy lived at the bottom of the garden behind the Big House, where the child lived, too. And every afternoon when the boy came out to play, the fairy would watch him from the safety of a flower, and wish with all her little heart that he would come to her. But he was never alone, because he was what his mother called a “delicate child”, and was always accompanied by one adult or another. So even if he came close on occasion, the fairy couldn’t do anything but hide, and she found this intensely frustrating.

Months passed in this way, until the fairy had almost given up hope. And yet the boy grew more and more rosy-cheeked and bright-eyed, and scampered across the grass with such energy that the fairy’s eyes grew misty just to look at him. He looked, she thought, utterly delicious.

Meanwhile, the fairy began to overhear talk among the adults when they came to the garden; talk which led her to understand that the family would soon be moving, and she was stricken to the heart at the thought that she would never get to come into contact with the boy. She grew so depressed that she began to wilt a little, and her wings began to droop and lose their lustre.

At last the day arrived when the house was filled with bustle, and the moving men came with their big van and began to take out furniture. The fairy, tears dripping from her large and expressive eyes, perched on top of her flower and watched the activity, thinking now that she would never be able to meet the boy again.

Suddenly, the back door eased open and the boy came into the garden, alone for once since his parents and everyone else was busy directing the packing and moving. He stood looking around, the set of his shoulders so forlorn that the fairy wanted to rush to him. But all she could do was sit on her flower and wait for him to wander her way.

At first it looked like she would be disappointed once again. The boy walked listlessly here and there, touching a tree here, plucking a blade of grass there, and once or twice he made as if to go back inside, only to turn back again. At last, with almost incredulous joy, she saw that he was moving in her direction, and she pushed herself up on her flower to make sure he’d see her.

He did.

It was with an amazingly delicate touch that he picked her off the flower, and held her cradled in his hands, peering at her with his wonderful limpid eyes, which she had so long admired from a distance. Then, wordlessly, he lowered his cheek to her mouth, so she could kiss him.

It was the chance she’d been waiting for.

Her proboscis darted out, propelled by its extensor muscles, the knife-like styluses at its end slicing through his skin like paper. She poured her digestive juices into him, quickly reducing his insides to a liquid soup which she sucked up until there was nothing left. Leaving the husk to fall on the grass, she climbed down the flower stalk and began burying herself in the ground, to have some peace and quiet while she digested her meal.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she heard voices in the distance, calling the boy.

When the screaming started, she burped contentedly, listening.

“Such a sweet little boy,” she murmured to herself.

Copyright B Purkayastha 2012

On the Death of the Beloved

أُعِيذُكُمَا بِكَلِمَاتِ اللهِ التَّامَّةِ مِنْ كُلِّ شَيْطَانٍ ، وَهَامَّةٍ ، وَمِنْ كُلِّ عَيْنٍ لَامَّةٍ

Though we need to weep your loss,
You dwell in that safe place in our hearts
Where no storm or night or pain can reach you.

by John O’Donahue

Scholar Inscribes Iranian Peace Message

Scholar Inscribes Iranian Peace Message

Iranian scholar Eliza Saeedi has created an inscription in the city of Tabriz which conveys the message of peace from Iran to the world.

Saeedi has donated the inscription to the central library of Tabriz where she works as a researcher in ancient Iranian studies.

The inscription aims to dispel the false impressions created by Western media about Iran being a supporter of war and terrorism.

“It took me five years to finish the inscription and invite all nations and ethnicities to peace and friendship,” said Saeedi.

“The inscription is the first pictorial charter of human rights, which shows Iranians were the first nation to have had a human rights charter and have always been against war and violence,” she added.

Saeedi also said that she would donate a copy of the same inscription to the United Nations museum.

Benvenuto :)

just a thank you to all and a note … i have two blogs on this wordpress, this one the nice,  mellow, life one and another that  is all geopolitics.  many people do not care for politics and i get tired of all gloom and doom myself  being activist, so i created this blog site for retreating and re energizing.  i do not know how to fix it so that if someone wants to follow me they get the correct blog they like … any hints would be appreciated :)

Pumpkin Empanadas

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Pumpkin Empanadas

YIELD: Makes 24-30 empanadas

This dough is a classic family recipe used by my grandmother, my mother and now my sister and I. We love this dough because it makes just enough to bake 2 dozen sweet empanadas. A sweet pastry pocket filled with your favorite homemade preserves or jam. These sweet treats are perfect with a cup of Mexican coffee before breakfast or after dinner. Our children love them because they are small enough and sweet enough to call dessert.



Apple Dumplings

An apple dumpling is a pastry filled with apple, cinnamon and occasionally raisins. Apples are peeled and cored, placed on a portion of dough, then filled with cinnamon and sugar. Then the dough is folded over the apples and the dumplings are baked until tender.

Apple dumplings are a native food in the northeastern United States, around Pennsylvania. A very common recipe among the Amish, it is often eaten as a breakfast item, but they are also a very common dessert item after meals. It’s also popular to eat them with ice cream or in milk.

In the UK a suet pastry is often used, although shortcrust is also common. A filling of dates, sultanas or raisins is often inserted into the cavity left by removal of the core, and dark sugar is popular there too.


Apple Dumplings


Apple Dumplings

Apple Dumplings by @browneyedbaker ::

It’s September, a few leaves have begun to fall, the days have gotten noticeably shorter, the air has gotten a bit crisper, and I am more than ready to start baking with apples and cinnamon. I love summer for the first month or two, and then once the days get unbearably hot and humid, I pine for the cool, crisp days of fall. The grass is always greener, right? I adore baking during the fall; between the flavors of things like apples and pumpkin, and the warm spices of cinnamon and nutmeg, it just feels like a big cozy blanket. I have put off making apple dumplings for at least three years, thinking that they were some sort of complicated undertaking. I could not have been more wrong, and these apple dumplings could not have been more delicious.


Apple Dumplings

Apples baked in flaky pastry with cinnamon sugar are irresistible, especially when served with vanilla ice cream. To save preparation time, we use frozen puff-pastry sheets.


Apple Dumplings with Sauce Recipe


Apple Dumplings

Apple Dumplings
The recipe for Apple Dumplings was available free in Gold Medal flour bags, as noted in a 1938 advertisement, and has also been included in many of the company’s cookbooks over the years, beginning with the 1904 Christmas Edition of Gold Medal Flour Cook Book.<



New Moon, Autumnal Equinox in Libra: A Time for Balance, Intention, and Clarity

Originally posted on The Halau:

Libra New Moon … click on image for Kari Samuels’ website.

The Autumnal Equinox

This is a magical time of year! On Tuesday, September 23, we will experience a time when the days and nights are of equal length, otherwise known as the Equinox. Since this day is all about BALANCE it’s miraculous that this experience occurs in both the northern and southern hemispheres. Everyone in the world can celebrate together!

In the northern hemisphere, the nights are growing longer. When this occurs, your energy gets drawn inward so you can find the light within. In the southern hemisphere, the sunny days are more plentiful and you can enjoy the light of the world as you bask in nature. Either way, this is a celebration of light! Nature always reminds us that whenever there is darkness, light will soon follow.

Welcome Libra

The Equinox also marks the beginning of the…

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Chicory Herb Coffee Substitute Cichorium Intybus

Originally posted on Auntie Dogma's Garden Spot:

This awesome plant has been in cultivation for more than 5000+years, by Egyptians as a medicinal herb. Ancient Greeks and Romans also used chicory along with just about every other culture that lived along side it, both as a vegetable, and in salads and drinks. Apparently there are numerous references to it in the writings of Horace, Virgil, Ovid, and Pliny. Galenus gave it the name ‘Friend of the Liver’, because of its natural stimulating effect on the liver. Mass cropping in Europe began in earnest in the early 17th century and continues to this day. The plant is normally grown for both its bitter leaf and root, but I reckon its great as an ornamental too. Big towers of pale blue flowers. The leaf is great in a “Caesar salad”, lightly wilted before serving and packs a real nutritional punch with huge levels of antioxidants and inulin. I nibble…

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The Judgment of God – A Sufi Tale

Originally posted on Islamic Sufism Spirituality:

Not so long ago, as time is counted, there came to a certain oasis far in the western desert a faqir. He was a Qalandar, a wandering darvish, who had walked the deserts of Africa and Arabia for many years, seeking only solitude wherein he could remember his Creator and contemplate the Divine mysteries. His virtue and faith, his submission to the will of God, had been rewarded with tranquility of spirit, and his sincerity and devotion on the path of Love was such that the Hidden had been revealed to his heart, and he had become a Wali, a Friend of God.

Now it came to pass that the night the faqir wandered into this oasis and lay beneath a palm tree to rest before the midnight prayer, there was, unknown to him, another man under a nearby tree who was also making camp for the night.

But the…

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