Winter gets me thinking. And I was thinking about my fears. How some of them are based on nothing palpable, not even experience. There are certain things I have, at some point, decided I cannot do, without ever having tried them.
One of those things is making bread. I am scared of making bread. Well, scared of failing at making bread. I read somewhere, in some cookbook, that making a great loaf of bread is an art, and that very few people have mastered it. And since then I knew I wasn't up for the job. Rising, punching down, turning out, forming....it all scares me. But then I got to thinking, "What if I had decided I couldn't blog? Couldn't paint? Couldn't raise a dog? Couldn't move to a foreign country and learn German? Couldn't possibly fall in love?" Those thoughts scared me even more than baking bread.
So I'm going to do it. I bought my yeast packets (those things terrify me...the ability to make dough double in size...); now I just have to pick out a recipe, tie on an apron, and hope my hands don't shake. And accept that my first loaf may be a failure.
What have you decided you can't do, with no good reason why? I think 2010 should be a year where we face at least one of those things and give them a try.
One thing I know I can do, and love to do, is be in nature. (But you all knew that!) Today I collected another nice handfull of treasures, inspired by contrasting form and colors.
I especially love the mossy twigs, and the withered hard blackberries, remnants of summer past. And how about that bright green fern. What a sight for sore eyes in a vast field of white; bending, wet, in a crack of thawing snow. Green is so precious this time of year.
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