Granola Treats

  These are supposed to be a little more round, and I was supposed to let them harden a bit in the fridge, but I went ahead and snapped a pic because the last 5x I made these, I couldn’t help myself, and ate a few before I got to my camera. 🙂  I’ll eventually redo this post but I just had to share these with you now before one or two went missing! 

You’ll need: 

  • 1/3 cup almond butter or peanut butter (or a mixture of both as pictured here)
  • 1/2 cup of granola cereal
  •  2T raisins or finely chopped dark chocolate
  • 1- 2T honey 
  • Sprinkles
  • 1t vanilla extract (optional)

Mix it all up, except for the sprinkles. Roll into balls. Then top with sprinkles. Let sit in fridge for 30 minutes to harden. Presto! Healthy treats just like that! 
Note: you can refrigerate the mix before rolling into balls to keep your hands from getting so messy, but then it’s harder to get the sprinkles to stick. 

This recipe was adapted from a #fitgirls recipe for chocolate chip cookie doughettes. 


How To Pay Attention When Your Soul is Speaking to You

I went to the bookstore today to buy a book of prayers for a friend. This particular book helped me tremendously to heal the pain of my last relationship. (The book is Illuminata by Marianne Williamson).  While searching, I saw the book above and immediately my whole body was absorbed in waves of electric tingling; I got goosebumps and all my hairs stood on end.  I picked it up and the waves increased as I examined the images on the front and back cover. I felt that now familiar voice of my Inner Divine speaking to me in her way, telling me that I needed to get this book because there were messages inside that I need to read. 

Afterwards, I found Illuminata and made my way to the counter. I had a credit at this store and to my amazement, the total for the two came to that exact amount.

I left the store and began to look through Illuminata, since it has been three years since I last picked it up. Upon opening, I found a prayer that I felt could really benefit my mom so I took a picture of the pages and sent it to her. As I was doing this one of my favorite songs came on and, as if to punctuate the right-ness of all that had just transpired, the last line that rang out in my ear just as I hit send was “my mama taught me how to pray.” (From the song Nobody’s Fault by Rising Appalachia and the Human Experience.) 

She sure did, and it was prayer that taught me how to listen. đź’ś