Da-yummmmmmm … these bad boys are so, so, so good. Now don’t worry — two food posts in a row is unusual but A Mindful Migration isn’t turning into a food blog. Been there, done that, wasn’t super successful and I ain’t into repeating myself. Nope. The after Halloween to New Years Day corridor is my favorite food season, which is why you get two back-to-back food posts to expand both your palate and waistline. And people, I may not take the world’s greatest pictures but the food — the food is delicious!
Finally, here it is: the delicious apple cake I was bragging about a few weeks back and promised to share after I took some decent pics. These aren’t necessarily Instagram-worthy either, which isn’t a huge deal because I ain’t on Instagram. 😀 Although in my head, I take amazing pictures, then feel disappointed when I see them. It especially bothers me when the recipes tastes really yummy because this cake deserves lick-your-screen pictures.
I feel anxious. Terrified. Nauseated. And also hopeful. Hopeful that good people will rise up and vote to restore sanity today. To stand up against hate and take back America. I remember all too clearly how much election night 2016 hurt. But I also felt great pride in witnessing firsthand a resistance take shape and grow bigger and louder every single day. Hate wins some battles, but I believe with all my heart that love always triumphs in the end.
I had zero enthusiasm on any topic, until I saw Rebecca Jo’s post on Halloween. And sure, sure Halloween was yesterday so this is old news. But my blog and Halloween is never old news, especially when I got nothing else to talk about without ranting or obsessively talking about my cat in a way that makes people uncomfortable. Just kidding. You can decide what part I’m kidding about or not. Trick or treat, my friends!
This isn’t what I planned to post today. But then again, how can you schedule a post about the proliferation of hate and carnage wrought by it? You can’t. Good people, like me (and I pray you too), don’t expect a week like the past one, where 13 people are dead simply for being black or Jewish (with many more deaths had those pipe bombs detonated). We’re not naive or Pollyannas but we believe in the goodness of people because we are good. We also expect when hate rears its ugly head for it to be an aberration and to be denounced by ALL. Not defended or even celebrated by those in power. Those who should know better. Those who do know better but spread lies or stay silent because … WHY?
I tend to dwell in the past and future, which isn’t great because too much past thinking leads to depressed thoughts (the old woulda, coulda, shoulda) and too much future thinking makes me anxious (what if XYZ happens?). Anyone who suffers from depression or anxiety knows firsthand the rabbit hole of past/present overthinking and tries to avoid it. Even knowing this (Oh, how I wish I didn’t), I still spend hours thinking about how I’d like redo or cement future events. Or play, the when “this” happens (often times magically), my life will finally be good or even great. But why can’t life be good or great now, in the midst of mayhem and darkness?