how dying eggs is a story about grace

by rebecca on April 20, 2014

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My friend puts her lips to the egg –an intimate gesture – and I can tell by the way her feet get wobbly underneath her that her head is about to explode. Perhaps ¼ teaspoon of egg white has appeared at the bottom of her egg and we both burst out laughing.ukranian eggs andrea

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” All that effort and … for that?

After she has stabbed the needle deep into the recesses of the egg in an attempt to scramble the innards and make it easier for the yellow and clear goo to make it out this itty bitty opening, she kisses up to the egg again. We laugh and she blows her way to a steady yellow stream. Cheering all around.

ukranian eggs danaWe take our clean eggs to the counter where we will apply wax to them. The wax resists the dye, allowing the egg to remain the initial color in chosen spots. We apply more wax, resisting a new color of dye, and repeat the process. The tool to apply the wax is called a kistka, but I use the highly technical term of wax put-er-on-er.

After all the layers of wax have been applied and the final dye bath has been dunked, the egg is ready for the oven (225 degrees). I leave it in there about 10 minutes and wipe with a rag. Viola!

All the black is gone and what remains is gorgeous color.

ukranian eggs lorettaI love this process because it reminds me to laugh more often. How often do I allow myself to laugh when my insides are being blown out by the latest tangle at work or when my husband and I are miscommunicating for the 80 thousandth time about household chores? I know YOU are able to keep your sense of humor when people are shooting needles into your skin, but I get grumpy and throw up on people. Now, maybe I’ll remember to laugh instead.

apple blossoms with snowI’m being emptied out so I can be colored something more lovely than I am now.

This is why I love all resurrection stories. I am constantly amazed that the buds on my apple and cherry tree are opening up again. It was cold this winter. There were some mean winds. Yet here are the buds. We get to start anew. And this tree gets prettier every year.

This is Grace.

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how I walked my way right past 1 million

April 3, 2014
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I’ve been taking nearly 10,000 steps a day for 30 years. At age 18 I began taking a walk every day. It was for my mental health. I preferred the outdoors to a lifetime dose of anti-depressant. Occasionally I miss a day. But my average is better than 6/7 days, probably more like 13/14. In […]

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are you afraid of being buried alive while you get a gallon of milk?

March 20, 2014
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Are you terrified of rocks falling on top of you and burying you alive? Not a very realistic fear unless you drive a canyon full of rocks each time you need a gallon of milk. Recently two of my friends arrived at this rockslide just as the dust was settling. It not only made the […]

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my family is where I belong

March 4, 2014
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I found where I belong by simply writing about my family for the past 4 weeks. This is a small miracle to me. Such an easy cure, such an elusive problem. Several decades ago I went to hear Tony Robbins speak and he described 4 categories of people. I don’t remember the names of the […]

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how to love more and love better: lessons from my dog

February 25, 2014
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My dog, Ode Yedder, is sitting beside me, where I frequently can find her. She follows me down the hallway when I’m going to fetch the laundry to take it to the other side of the house. Is it because she wonders if I’m getting ready for a walk? Or does she simply long for […]

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this day I daily wed

February 18, 2014
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I took off my wedding ring this week. I put it in the precious box my daughter made for me. Then I began to listen carefully for the voice of my own longing. I realized I was missing that voice when I felt envious of my best friend’s tires. We went to Steamboat together and, […]

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8 hours of pause to parent for 8 seconds? worth it.

February 11, 2014
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Because my son plays high school basketball, I’ve gotten to see a good portion of Western Colorado. I spend my weekends traveling around the state to watch his games. I sometimes drive 2 or 3 hours each direction to sit for 1 or 2 hours and cheer. This is parenting. Lots of traveling to capture […]

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what church and show tunes show me about my daughter

February 5, 2014
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I’m listening to a mix CD my daughter made me as I drive through snowy mountains. The occasional barn makes its appearance, but mostly it is vast open space. White, rolling silence. I live in the Rockies and stones make themselves known underneath all the white. They peek out their faces to smile at the […]

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why should you wear forbidden clothes?

October 28, 2013
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Do you have something forbidden that you wear on secret evenings? Me too. I crawl inside the same softness of a bunny’s ear and when that fabric touches my naked body I feel completely understood. I keep my mother’s zip up blanket sack in the hidden corner of my closet and love penetrates me deep […]

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collect autographs and find your future

October 4, 2013
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Collecting books signed by the author has helped me become an author myself. A collection begins before it is a collection. Authors are rock stars to those of us who read and ponder. How do they sit still and keep capturing words when we want to wiggle? How do they distill ideas into letters on […]

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eating is a practice

September 27, 2013
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Eating is a practice. I get better. Then I get worse. I had a little dance with anorexia when I was 17. Some people put their eating disorder behind them. For others, it’s like being a sober alcoholic. You can’t stop eating. Each day you face that thing with which you struggle. I haven’t written […]

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