Chicken noodle soup

I'd really like to know, what is it that makes "Chicken noodle soup" such a comfort when you're not feeling well?
My Mum makes the very best homemade chicken noodle soup and perhaps that's part of the idea of it being comforting... it is also associated in my mind, with my Mum caring and looking after me and making beautiful soup.
Mum makes really special, homemade egg noodles, which I'm sad to say I've never tried to do myself. Yet, even in a simple, little, instant "cup-of-soup" (see the photo) I am, at least for a short time, restored in some way.

I'm also reminded of another association with chicken soup - a gorgeous little book Mum used to read to us, by Maurice Sendak, called "Chicken soup with rice." It is a small book from a miniature collection called "The Nutshell Library."

"Each month is gay,
each season nice,
when eating
chicken soup with rice..."
...& it goes on looking at the months of the year...
then it concludes...
"I told you once
I tole you twice
all seasons 
of the year
are nice
for eating 
chicken soup
with rice!"

Happily, one day, I found this "Nutshell Library" collection again in a book shop and I just had to purchase it to read to my boys. I wonder if it will become a fond memory for them too?

A blank page

The other day I had my Year 12 Art class and I gave them a handout, as you do, and on it I included some words about a blank page. Sometimes, you see, the blank page is a problem. It can be a challenge. Infact, it can be a nightmare... At times, I sense my students' struggle, when they are not sure what to do next and they're faced with another blank page.....
A blank page can be an invitation...
"Nothing" has a big part to play...
"Nothing" is often where "something" is hiding...
"Nowhere" may take you to the perfect "somewhere".... I read some points from Stephanie Dowrick's book "Creative Journal Writing" (which I find it to be an excellent book!)
I read a little snippet to "my girls" (the Year 12 Art class) from Christopher Robin & Pooh Bear by A. A. Milne...

 "Where are we going?' said Pooh, hurrying after Christopher Robin...
"Nowhere," said Christopher Robin.
So they began going there and after they had walked a little way Christopher Robin said, "what do you like doing best in the world, Pooh?"
"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best - " and then he had to stop and think about eating honey, visiting Christopher Robin, being with Piglet, humming along...
"I like that too," said Christopher Robin, "but what I like doing best is Nothing."
"How do you do Nothing?" asked Pooh, after he wondered for a long time.
"Well, it's when people call out at you as you're going off to do it, "What are you going to do, Christopher Robin?" and you say, "Oh, nothing," and then you go and do it."
"Oh, I see," said Pooh.
"This is a nothing sort of thing that we're doing now."
"Oh, I see," said Pooh again.
"It means just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering."
"Oh!" said Pooh.

 Don't you love it?! So I gave my students a whole lot of possible prompts for annotation and drawing and creating for their visual diaries/sketchbooks...and hopefully the blank page will not be daunting.

Slow down

Sometimes you just have to slow down, its like your body is forcing you to slow down, which I believe is God's way of saying "slow down."  Rest. Rest in Him.
Its like God is saying "hey, remember me. I'm your Maker. I am your Creator. I know you. I knew you before you were born. You were fearfully and wonderfully made. I love you. Come to me..." ...and then when I ponder all of that, I just think "how great is our God!"
Chris Tomlin wrote that amazing song, some time ago now, but I just love it every time. "How great is our God, sing with me, how great is our God..."
So right now, I'm very slow - an ear infection and sinus problems and vertigo will do that to you I guess, along with all the medication to go along with that...  I am reminded "Come to me, all who are weary and heavy burdened and I will give you rest..." 
Thank-you Father God for time to rest.

So I read a beautiful blog today and found some lovely words, which also mention "slow days".

"Golden glow
Bacon and egg burgers and tea from the thermos
Two peas in a pod on a winter morning adventure
Nature's perfection.
Slow days and match box cars.
A paper daisy she placed "just so" for me..."

Beautiful words. Simple moments and cherished little treasures from a day...a slow day!

I thank God for each day and each slow day!