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One Minute Connections

For over three years, I have been hard at work on my second book. And, at long last, Comfort Food: Amazing Friends and the Everyday Stories that Happen Around Food is in its final edit. Look for it in December of this year.

But notwithstanding my busyness, I kept in touch with friends. Years ago, I remembered reading a book called The One Minute Manager.  Well, by golly, I thought about making  one-minute connections to stay in touch with people and reach out.

Check it out:

There must be hundreds of ways, but here are some of mine that keeps things in under a minute.

  1. Smile and acknowledge a stranger. Sometimes that’s all a person needs to make their day.
  2. Send a “Good morning” text or email and link a favorite song to it. Music makes everything seem better!
  3. Promote a community activity either by word of mouth or social media. It feels to support those who support the community.
  4. Pay for the coffee or morning pastry for the person in line behind you. Giving to others in even a small way is a great way to start the day.
  5. Hold the door open for the person behind you. This practice is less common than you think. Trust me – I’ve seen it!

I enjoy looking for ways to connect with friends. Reaching out doesn’t have to take a lot of time out of my day. I practice one-minute connections, discovered that I can take care of my responsibilities and still stay connected to my buddies. Try it and let me know what happens. Have fun!

Chris

October 7, 2019

The Raven

Edgar Allan Poe, 18091849

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door—
"‘Tis some visitor," I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
               Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
               Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
               This it is and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir," said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
               Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
               Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely," said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
               ‘Tis the wind and nothing more!”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
                Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
               Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
               With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”
               Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless," said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
               Of ‘Never—nevermore.'"

But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
               Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
               She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch," I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
               Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
               Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
                Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
               Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
               Shall be lifted—nevermore!

This version appeared in the Richmond Semi-Weekly Examiner, September 25, 1849. For other versions, please visit the Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore’s site: http://www.eapoe.org/works/poems/index.htm#R.

Delta, Kappa, Gamma Society PA State Convention

A big thank you to the Delta, Kappa, Gamma Society @alphaalphapa.com!

I had a wonderful time with the lovely, distinguished women of Delta, Kappa, Gamma. Thank you for the honor of addressing your Pennsylvania State Convention, for your warm, welcoming hospitality and for the opportunity to share the message of The Five Essential Friendships.

The Summer Day

Who made the world?

Who made the swan, and the black bear?

Who made the grasshopper?

This grasshopper, I mean –

the one who has flung herself out of the grass,

the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,

who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down –

who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.

Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.

Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down

into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?

Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?

-Mary Oliver


Renew Your Appreciation for Flowers

By the way, it is royal tradition to carry a sprig of myrtle in the wedding bouquet. The myrtle not only comes from special place – Queen Victoria’s garden, but is the emblem of love and marriage. Be sure to look for it in Meghan’s bouquet.
Not only do flowers convey meaning, but also have the ability to heal our emotions. In the 1930’s, Dr. Edward Bach, a medical doctor from England studied flowers and discovered that flowers in nature have the ability to affect our emotions positively. For example, white chestnut helps free us from unwanted thoughts and mental arguments. Wild rose helps free us from resignation and apathy. I guess nature really is our medicine cabinet.
Learning more about flowers has renewed my appreciation for their beauty as well as their significance in our lives. I’ll be sure to choose carefully when selecting flowers for friends, loved ones and for when I treat myself to a bouquet for the table.

Revitalize your culinary explorer and well-being with an herb garden

The bright green color and refreshing scents of each herb add a cheerful, clean feeling to the kitchen as well as the heart and mind.

There are dozens of herbs to choose from.  They can be used separately, but it’s fun to experiment and combine them in different recipes, too. I chose the following herbs not only for their contribution to daily cooking, but also for their support of my emotional well-being.

Thyme for courage and confidence

Marjoram for joy and happiness

Rosemary for remembrance

Basil for love and good wishes

Sage for wisdom and long life

Boy, nature surely seems to provide everything we need to live well and happy. Revitalizing body, mind and spirit with these gifts from nature…now that feels like a wise thing to do!