HeyJaredMelina Rudman
Writings and wonderings on spirit, eldering, the garden, and whatever else moves me.
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Two Loaves of Bread (opens the original)
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I spent my morning yesterday kneading, forming, and baking bread and making a simple roasted (not fried) eggplant parmigiana with what is likely to be the last two eggplant of the season here in New England.<img alt="" class="sizing-normal" height="1942" src="https
Hominess (opens the original)
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It is still damp, dismal, and chilly outside this morning, though it is warm “enough” inside with some occasional help from a space heater, or two.Indoors, there is bread dough to be kneaded and watched. I will be getting on with that as soon as I am done writing what feels like a very homey piece this morning. Sometimes, the words take me along less homey roads, but we shall see. Right now Luna is sleeping beside my legs on the sofa; Mr. Kitty-full (the not-quite-feral cat we have fed and cared
Home (opens the original)
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I looked at the news this morning, then clicked away. I sat, adjusted the blanket over my legs, and wondered what to write.The wind just rose in a great gust that rattled the living room window over my left shoulder. Some days, when there is not much we can do, or say with any effect, about or for the world, and the late-stage madness of empire it is gripped by, it is okay to be quiet, and watch a feel-good movie, or reread a book that is more old friend than thing on a shelf. Today may be such
Storms, Oats, Cheese, and Localization (opens the original)
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There is a Nor’Easter forming along the mid-Atlantic and New England areas of the not-so-United States. Winds have been rising all week, and will be quite high by this evening. They are predicted to stay high right through Sunday. The rain moves in tonight and will stay with us for a couple days, too. Not a good weekend for anything but soup, bread, books, tea, cleaning closets, and other homey-things. I made the trip to a fairly-local (though still a forty-five minute drive) cooperative grocery
A day in which a friend, a walk, a talk, a book, and a bar of cheddar cheese opened my eyes a bit more (opens the original)
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I had a flavorful golden latte, a pleasant walk, and a very good conversation with a dear friend yesterday morning. My friend and I try to see one another monthly from fall through spring (because summers are busier for us both,) but it has been several months since we managed to do even that. We talked about my health, our summers, her work, and our existential dread about the world and all its threats: mostly, for Friend, the stories coming from the creators of AI. We ended with a long hug and
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