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‘Idál (Justice), 12 ‘Alá’ (Loftiness) 175 B.E. - Wednesday, March 13, 2019
DAY 2306: Luc Sante said, " It is fascinating and often fruitful to try on another skin, but it is ultimately meaningless if one hasn't acknowledged one's own.." What do you think? Do you agree with him? I strongly suspect there are a lot of people out there who aren't comfortable in their own skins, but are afraid to admit it. I have determined this from personal experience, and a few years of being uncomfortable in my own skin. Part of my problem came from being a woman and buying into the idea that women were only good for one thing and had to look beautiful or like a supermodel all the time. I have managed to overcome--at least partially--both of those false beliefs. "As long as women are prevented from attaining their highest possibilities, so long will men be unable to achieve the greatness which might be theirs." Baha’i Scripture Several years ago--sometime in the last century--I realized that my beliefs about myself were preventing me from achieving my highest potential. In the process, I had to admit that I did not know what my highest potential was because I was backing off from pushing the limits of the instructions I picked up as a child from the way other people acted and talked. I know my mother and grandparent encouraged me to achieve my highest potential to the best of their abilities. Part of my beliefs concerned dogma I had picked up from other people in my life--such as the children I associated with and their parents. Sometimes, I suspect, the biggest thing holding people back from achieving their highest potential is the inability (if that is the right word) to question the expectations of society and the example-instructions from the people around them. I know that, for a while, I was reluctant to do that. |
‘Idál (Justice), 12 ‘Alá’ (Loftiness) 175 B.E. - Wednesday, March 13, 2019
PROMPT: March 13th - What is your absolute favorite meal? Include as much sensory detail as possible in your entry. Make us taste it! When I was growing up, my favorite food was Southern Fried Chicken. My grandmother would take a cut up roll it in a mixture of flour and spices, put it in a hot iron skilled--which had cooking oil in it--and let it cook until the chicken was done and the coating on the chicken was brown. While the chicken was cooking, she would take cooked potatoes and mash them. After the chicken was done, Grandma would make the gravy by mixing flower and milk into the hot cooking oil she had just cooked the chicken in. I can remember being able to smell the cooking chicken throughout the house. The chicken was crisp, with the taste of rosemary and other spices. The gravy was hot, with a peppery taste because when Grandma made it she added both salt and pepper to the gravy, so we didn't have to add anything to it. My siblings and I could just set down and eat it. In addition to the chicken Grandma always made either rolls or biscuits. I miss Grandma's southern fried chicken, I will order the chicken in a restaurant (if it's on the menu), but it never tastes the same as that Grandma made. |