“Nobody else knows your reason for being. You do. Your bliss guides you to it. When you follow your bliss, when you follow your path to joy, your conversation is of joy, your feelings are of joy — you’re right on the path of that which you intended when you came forth into this physical body.”
– Esther Hicks
“Exert your talents, and distinguish yourself, and don’t think of retiring from the world, until the world will be sorry that you retire.”
– Samuel Johnson
“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dream.”
– Paulo Coelho
We’re still in the throes of summer. Alright, who I am kidding. I’m loving the excessive heat, pool parties and the endlessness of summer days. And then there’s those summer nights …
*cues Grease song-and-dance interlude*
BUT OH THOSE SU-HU-MER NI-HIGHTS … TELL ME MORE, TELL ME MORE ..
Strawberries are on my list of favourite summer fruits so when I had this Strawberry Salad with Lemongrass Vinaigrette by Chef Reuben Riffel, I was ready and willing to be raptured. It has one “exotic” ingredient, Yuzu powder. Yuzu powder comes from a Japanese citrus fruit,
commonly likened to a wild mandarin orange crossed with a lemon. The yuzu powder has perfumed, lime blossom aromas, with a bitter pithiness from the skin. You can substitute with citrus zest, still as divine.
This recipe is too good not to share, so here you go. Thank me later.
Strawberry Salad with Lemongrass Vinaigrette
•2 cups quartered strawberries
•2 teaspoons fresh fennel leaves
•6 rose petals
•¼ cup edible flower petals
•½ teaspoon yuzu powder
•½ lemongrass stalk, cut into 2cm pieces
•¼ cup extra virgin olive oil
•Juice of ½ lemon
•½ teaspoon caster sugar
•1 teaspoon cream
1. Dress the strawberries and fennel leaves with 2 teaspoons of the vinaigrette. Evenly and decoratively pile the strawberries onto 2 serving plates.
2. Decorate with the rose petals, flower petals and fennel leaves.
3. Drizzle the rest of the dressing around and dust on the yuzu powder.
1. Using a pestle and mortar, crush the lemongrass into a paste.
2. Whisk in the oil, lemon juice, caster sugar and cream until it is emulsified and the sugar is dissolved.
3. Drizzle over salad
and Bon Appetit.
I remember when I discovered Chioma Nnadi. I had just read a piece she’d written & fell in love with her eloquence. Then I googled her and fell in love with her style. I have selfishly tried to keep her all to myself (& just the American bloggers) but I think, I ought to share her brilliance. So here goes …
As a fashion writer for Vogue, it’s obvious that her style has some haute couture influences and that being front-row in the world of fashion ensures that this eclectically self-styled wordsmith is always impeccably dressed.
What has me crushing on Chioma is that she isn’t just a vapid clothes mannequin: she studied English and French literature at England’s Manchester University. She is gorgeous, well-read, a great writer, everything I’d like to be when I grow up. That is why she is my Girl Crush.
“I learned this, at least, by my experiment; that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him; or the old laws will be expanded, and interpreted in his favor in a more liberal sense, and he will live with the license of a higher order of beings.”- Henry David Thoreau
“All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, wake in the morning to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people, For they dream their dreams with open eyes, And make them come true.” ― D.H. Lawrence
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
And if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
For your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
If you have been opened by life’s betrayals or
Have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own;
If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you
To the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful,
Be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself,
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can see beauty
Even when it is not pretty every day,
And if you can source your life from God’s presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have,
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
Weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came here,
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the Fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away,
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, And if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
– Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder
“Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we have learned here. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and the acceptance of love back into our hearts.”
– Marianne Williamson
“Victory over others brings us satisfaction, but victory over ourselves brings us joy.”
– David Hawkins