From the outside, it might seem as though I have a huge tolerance for chaos. Between my preference of being outside doing over inside organising, my (self diagnosed) adult attention deficit disorder, and the nature of so many people with so much to say and so little space in which to say it, I actually have a very specific level of chaos I can handle. Somedays, the tipping point is tiny. Enter into my life wireless earbuds. Already I had discovered the joys of audiobooks and podcasts to add enlightenment to menial tasks and distract my brain from its constant chatter. But being able to do so without the small inconvenience of an earbud wire attached to my back pocket has removed just one small bit of frustration, one less muddle in the middle of so much else going on. Wireless earbuds have been a small, ear concha size, game changer.
The hubs suggested jokingly that we find a monthly subscription for earbuds “for our family”. But until recently, none of the kids had any of their own and his haven’t seemed to break nearly so often as mine and it isn’t a completely rare experience for me to ask to borrow his because the small black charger case I keep them in so they don’t go missing is, once again, missing. In the gentlest of ways, he meant me. I’m the one. I need a subscription.
This was after we had just covered 8km of walking and running on the paved path and also on the off leash trail. We’d done stairs and bridges. Run through Puddles and mud and slush.
We finished our run, climbed 120 stairs and were 3 blocks from home when I realised that I was missing one earbud. The left one.
On this particular day I had taken it out and put it in my back pocket so I could be better at listening and visiting during our lunch together. But I also had my phone in my pocket and at some point, had taken it out to see how far we’d gone or to pause it while Zeke took a pause of a very different sort. It could have fallen out anywhere in all that time. In all that mud.
We looked for it. We retraced some of our steps, down the stairs to the bridge, then under it and up to where we started the run and also the route of our warm up walk. Each small bit of mud, Each rock, Each piece of broken black asphalt felt like a trick. We didn’t find it.
The next day I set out again, all my optimism determined to get it back. Zeke wanted a walk anyway. The sun was shining. And I needed to give it one more try before adding the purchase of another pair of earbuds to the cost of being me, a private list that gets a review whenever my weaknesses are the most public.
So I walked without success, eyes to the ground, hoping to find something so small and black in the midst of spotted leaves and dark wet sticks and clumps of mud and mire.
I didn’t find it in all the places I thought it might be. And then, coming to the end of my search, discouraged, I had just started to remind myself “Sometimes I pray about lost things and I find them. Sometimes I pray about lost things and I don’t. Either way, God is aware of me and my struggles and the details of the details of my life. It’s just an earbud. The right one seems to function pretty well without her partner. I can do okay with just one.” I took a deep breath and when I looked down to navigate safely the 3 little steps at the end of the bridge, I saw, in the gravel, a small black ring, the silicone grip that helps hold my earbud in my ear. And to the right, off the stairs, 4 feet down in the long grass was the rest of it!
“Believe in miracles. I have seen so many of them come when every other indication would say that hope is lost. Hope is never lost!” Jeffrey R. Holland
Hope is never lost. An earbud is not always as lost as we think it is. We aren’t as lost as we sometimes feel we are. I know, IknowIknowIknow, We all have big things that bring us down. But, if we are looking down, we can also be looking for a miracle. Miracles are all around us. I have seen so many of them, even in the chaos.
I love cookies. I can’t think of a situation that cookies don’t make better. Even the baking of the cookies makes me feel better, if only temporarily. Whenever I start to feel bad about my extra pudginess I always want to comfort myself with some homemade cookies. I can’t be the only one! Please, please tell me I’m not the only one?!?!? But we are trying to eat less treats at our house which means that I get to do less baking and we get to eat less cookies.
Enter this grain free banana cookie. I usually make them for breakfast so Squidge calls them pancake cookies- but they are so much better than that. And the brood can eat them for breakfast without all the jam and syrup making everything so darn sticky. Sweet and soft, and perfect anytime of the day, they are the best parts of a muffin but more fun because…cookies.

Easy Banana Cookies
INGREDIENTS
• 3 medium very ripe bananas
• 2 eggs
• 1 cup almond flour
• 1/4 cup coconut flour
• 1/4 teaspoon baking soda
• 1/4 teaspoon baking powder
• 1/8 teaspoon (a dash) salt
• 1 tablespoon sugar (optional)
• 2 tablespoons chia seeds
• 1/3 cup chocolate chips
INSTRUCTIONS
1. Preheat the oven to 350℉ and line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
2. Put the wet ingredients- eggs and bananas (mashed) into the bowl or mixer.
3. Add the almond and coconut flours and mix well (I’ve found that they do better when given a bit of time to soak up some of that moisture).
4. Add in the rest of the ingredients and mix well.
5. Drop by the spoonful onto the parchment paper and put in the oven.
6. Bake 22-25 minutes. Let cool before removing from the pan.