“The heart has a language the lips know not. Two people who love each other deeply have no need of poor human words to profess their love. The silence of love is more eloquent than any amount of prattling, especially when one of the two concerned is God, who is love itself.” -Gaston Courtois
I wonder how many people are out there that are like me?
People that awkwardly stumble over their words in the middle of meetings. People who in new social situations neglect to find the right thing to say…or something, ANYTHING interesting to say. People that can express themselves much more deeply through the written than the spoken word, who find themselves barely capable of remembering what they ate for breakfast let alone the research they did last week. People who “UGH, [facepalm]” more often that not.
Can I get a raising of hands here?
I used to have such deep anxiety over my inability to articulate myself when I really wanted or needed to until I began studying the Desert Fathers. Who would have known that silence was equally if not more acceptable to God than a chattering mouth! Isn’t that what the world has deemed to be the pinnacle of success…constant words and constant activity?
Slowly I am coming to see that True Love does not need the “right” words. True Love does not want us to become anxious and scared when a situation does not turn out as we wished it. True Love has a greater plan and it is likely much more far reaching than we will ever see.
Uh, this might take time, but I am growing to accept that too.
And wouldn’t you know it, life is giving me the old “just BE already” right now! Nothing ground breaking is occurring here in Pittsburgh, in fact we are all kind of living in between. People here are ready to shed their winter coats and take on the freedom and lightness that comes with spring but the days are bipolar. One day we bask in the warm embrace of the coming season and the next we are given the cold shoulder of days past. Bearing with these days is all we can do. They are a constant lesson in adaptation and being.
Being. Learning to be and not worry is as fitting right now with the seasons as it is with our spiritual lives. Neither winter nor summer, neither embroiled in tragedy nor brilliant light. Maybe John Lennon was onto a similar thing as Gaston?
This recipe is ever so fitting. If you have never had curd it is soft and sweet and kind of like a really light custard. It is perfect on muffins, scones or swirled in yogurt to brighten up this crazy weather. Classically it has been served over a meringue as well. This makes for a super sweet treat.
The key to curd is slooowwwwly bringing it up to temperature. You do not want those eggs to scramble. Ick. You want a smooth custard. And let me tell you, this curd is just that, fluffy, silky, smooth and delicious. Spread it and savor the buttery, citrusy deliciousness!
Blood Orange Curd
- 1/2 cup blood orange juice
- 1/3 cup lemon juice
- 9 egg yolks
- 2/3 cup organic cane sugar
- 6 Tbsp unsalted butter
- zest of 2 blood oranges