It's one of those Death Rock anthems. You see, Billy. Back in my day we called it Death Rock. You youngsters these day call it Goth.
Friday, October 31, 2008
It's one of those Death Rock anthems. You see, Billy. Back in my day we called it Death Rock. You youngsters these day call it Goth.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
XM Radio Guy sent this video to me yesterday. [On the original, it featured my name where it says "Undefined." Apparently I have embedded incorrectly; anyway, you get the point--imagine your name splashed up there.] It's so funny & it's v. appropriate because you know, I registered on the LAST day. Thank you, Ellen. I don't consider myself a political person. Eh, voting. It's like pumpkin pie; I can take it or leave it. Yeah, it's just like that, Hali. I've never been all RAH-RAH about any candidate. I liked Charlotte Pritt when she ran for governor of WV, but that was because she was a friend-of-sorts. But in general, I hate politics. It's just a lot of BLAH BLAH BLAH. From office politics to the GUBerment, they just annoy me. And if I need to know anything about politics, Jon Stewart & Stephen Colbert will tell me. But then. Then! I thought about the election and who I'd want to see in the White House, and then I thought I'd better DO something. And I'm in a swing state. Sh-wing! So this is my doing something. I registered. I shall vote. Suddenly, I'm all RAH-RAH about the BLAH BLAH BLAH. I get it. I get the excitement and the hope and the fear. Oh, I feel so grown up. I've got my big girl panties on. I'm ready to rock-the-vote!
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Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Enjoy this wonderful isolation, with no responsibility but to improve yourself.
But when you leave here, head to the business aisle of the bookstore and start reading a book a week about entrepreneurial things like marketing.
Never underestimate the importance of making money making music.
Let go of any weird taboos you have about it.
Money is nothing more than neutral proof that you’re adding value to people’s lives.
Making sure you’re making money is just a way of making sure you’re doing something of value to others.
Remember that this usually comes from doing the things that most people don’t do. ~Derek Sivers, 6 Things I Wish I Knew When I Started Berklee
Monday, October 27, 2008
Part of the 7 miles of dirt road I travel out into the world.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
So I joined Facebook. And I'm still figuring stuff out. A message on my wall? What? A note to my Facebook friends (all 3 of you): Thanks for your patience. ;-)
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
. . . and as I was coming down my driveway, I was struck with the absolute BEAUTY. I've been reading Jill Bolte-Taylor's My Stroke of Insight. She talks about how during her stroke, her left-brain was silenced, and she had the most glorious sensation of being completely connected and ONE with the universe. I have had these experiences, as well. I got there through the door of migraine pain, because when you're in that much pain, where can you go?
So even as I'm going through this physical pain, the heavens are singing (well, actually it was the Goo Goo Dolls Yeah, you have become beautiful) and I'm feeling light-hearted as I'm driving down the road. And since I was going to the Big City, I decided it was the perfect opportunity to go to the DMV & get my official VA driver's lisence:
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Too late for what?
Are you still alive?
It's never too late to learn something new.
It's never too late to open your heart.
It's never too late to let LOVE be your guide.
It's never too late to let life live you.
It's never too late.
Which is why I'm getting a tattoo. Hahahaha Kidding.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
When I was taking Doug O'Brien's Ericksonian certification a few years ago, we had to create a metaphor around a problem or concern someone was having. We were in groups and one man said that he was sad because his mother was old and ill, and he was afraid. Have you ever said just the right thing at just the right moment, and your words are like a healing balm that soothes and comforts a person? This was not that. I don't remember what anyone else said, but I said, "It's kind of like a bowl of rotting fruit...." YIKES! His face crumpled and he said, "That's probably true." How do you back pedal that? I said, "No. It's not like that at all. It's like the seasons. Your mother is in autumn. Her leaves are turning and she's letting go, getting ready for winter. The tree doesn't rebel against autumn, the tree lives through its seasons." He took a breath and smiled and said, "Thank you." That is the power of metaphors.
It makes me think about the metaphors we have in our lives:
Life is . . . a game.
Life is . . . a battlefield.
Life is . . . a school.
Each one comes with its own beliefs and feelings and rules. What life do you choose to live?
Saturday, October 18, 2008
"I have led such a little life, I have allowed myself to lead this little life when inside there is so much more. And it has all gone unused, and now it never will be. Why do we get all these feelings and dreams and hopes if we don't ever use them? That is how Shirley Valentine disappeared, she got lost in all this unused life."
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
There was a whole group of doctors up along the wall doing this exercise when Dr. Mincey walked in. So he tried it. You can see a bit of the laser to the right. Without getting too technical (really, as if I could!) it speeds up the healing process. It stimulates the mitochondria (energy factories) of the cell to produce more ATP (energy) in the cell. It really is the miracle tool. Great for injuries, pain & inflammation & a bevy of other symptoms. What could your cells do more of if they had more energy?
OK, on to Dr. Mincey's brother, Riley. He is one of the most positive people on the planet! When he was 2 months old, he had a botched needle procedure done on his leg and it got infected. They amputated starting at the knee and eventually they took his whole leg. They also wanted to take one of his arms. ????? Afterwards, everyone associated with the incident disappeared from the hospital. This was in 1968--can you imagine if that happened today? So this is Riley's little trick:Hahahahahaha!
The seminar was sponsored by the Mincey Bros (Nutriwest PA) & was taught by Dr. Brett Brimhall. He's kind of a cross between his dad, (Dr. John) and Dan Murphy. The science stuff just flies off his tongue & sometime right over my head. But WOW! Awesome stuff!
Chiro-sister Ruthie & Dr. Brett horsing around.
I learned a great new percussor technique from Dr. Cliffton Brady having to do with digestion and the colon. I worked on another doc there who had some shoulder pain. As I was working on him I was engulfed in a cloud of chlorine smell. He used to be a swimmer. Dr. Brady says that when you start doing percussor, you experience some pretty weird things. Yup. So it was a really great weekend--lots of learning and laughing. My favourite!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Here's the thing, and it's just a belief I have, but it's useful:
It always works out.
No matter what "it" is. If I can't find the positive right away, I'll look harder. It's there waiting to be discovered. Everything has a lesson in it. [Like: where in the Land of Duh am I living that my cell phone number isn't scrawled all over it?!] There is no disaster that doesn't bring out the inherent goodness in people. Little ones, big ones, natural, man-made. People step up. Like Meaghan at the Hilton Harrisburg who's UPSing my percussor back to me. Worthy of a Borders gift card, don't you think?
And if I lost my percussor? Well then. I get the newer, smaller, quieter version. Eventually.
Monday, October 13, 2008
How's your driving? Are you always late and speeding? How's your life? Do you take time or are you always on the go rushing here & there? Are you a curteous driver? How aware of other drivers are you? Do you let others in to your lane? Do you allow them to pass you or do you speed up? How well do you merge with traffic? Do you yield? Do you make room for others to get on the highway with you? If you're in the fast lane and someone comes speeding up behind you, do you get out of their way? Do you let them make their own choices about their speed or do you hold up traffic going the speed limit because everyone should do what you do? Interesting.
Of course, we were just talking about driving. Back tomorrow.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Wednesday was a new day. I always feel so good after a fever, like it's burned up all the impurities. I woke up with energy again and got a tremendous amount done. I'd done a HUGE shop to stock up my pantry. I don't do a lot of prepackaged stuff, but look! Indian food on sale at Big Lots! And Gluten Free rice noodles. Martins had a sale on organic beans. Omega-3 fatty acids, second shelf to the right. Woo-hoo! This picture of a few shelves is for you, Mum:
Later today I'll be heading back out to meet up with chiro-sister at Mum's to go to a Brimhall seminar. YAY, us! One of the things I did in addition to stocking up the pantry, was to clean my car.
Perma-frost of river road dirt.
Um. Yeah, the inside. I always wait until I get out to civilization to wash the outside.
When I called Mum yesterday, she answered the phone with laryngitis. Well, I've been talking everyday for 6 hours straight in the classroom. Because, you know. She's not sick. Never mind that I used her toothbrush. What?! Kidding. I'm bringing the footbath over for you, Mum.
Yes, I am. Don't argue with me. ;-) When I was growing up, whenever we got sick, my dad would say, "Well? Have you been washing out your nose? Yogis in India do it everyday, and they never get sick." Hehhhh...nothing like snorting water up your nose. This was a big joke in the family and even when I went to visit my old teacher-friend, Quinn at Wakefield recently, he made reference to it. Of course, growing up I was so embarrassed. Shut up about nose-washing, Dad!
The good news is that there's an idiot-proof way of doing it, and it really does help. Darnit. Dad was right. The Neti Pot clears out the sinuses and is v. easy to use. So if you're prone to sinus infections, allergies, etc. it really does help. It's not too bad, once you get used to it. I can't say I enjoy it. It's rather like exercise: I like having done it. And I only do it when I get sick. Which is not v. often, thankfully. So, on with the day! Since I'm away for the weekend, I prolly won't post again until Monday.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
First thing Saturday a.m. Susan & I walked the Chartres labyrinth. I didn't get a picture of the whole thing--it's about 100 feet across, I think. She said if I went down the hill and into the woods, I'd get a good shot. I wasn't that motivated in the wet, dewy grass to do that. Anyway, as I was walking through, I thought about how it was fun because I didn't know where I was in the labyrinth or how much more there was to go before I got to the center. Plus it's just so HUGE. If I stopped & turned to take a picture, I wasn't sure which way I needed to go if I'd not paid attention to the direction Susan was walking. In a word, it was unpredictable. What was funny about that was that 2 minutes prior to that realization, I had been saying that I wanted my life to be essentially . . . more predictable. Hmmmm . . . .
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
2 days before my birthday in January, my dog Barkley, died at the age of 15 & 1/2. I was traveling and knew when I got home that I would pick her up from the kennel and take her to be put down. She had started having seizures and couldn't stand or walk by herself.
6 weeks later, I lost her son, Remi, who was 13 & 1/2. Unlike Barkley, I had no warning and was rushing him to the vet. Congestive heart failure. I had to let him go.
This time last year, I remember sitting outside with them both thinking that it would be my last autumn with Barkley. I had assumed that Remi would live to be 15 like his mother.
I have lost friends & family members--the grief I have felt does not compare to losing my dogs. Barkley was with me at the end of my 20's into my 40's. They both had a life-expectancy of 12 years, so everyday after that I felt lucky to have them. I would appreciate those quiet moments with Barkley sitting under my feet as I watched TV or read. Remi loved to be massaged. During those last few years as they got older, I would often think: There will be a time when they won't be here. So it made me appreciate the moment even more.
I am still surprised sometimes when the grief returns. I have stopped thinking that I should be over it. Pushing it away only prolongs it. I miss the tangibles of being with them. I miss never calling their names in the yard. I miss hearing Remi make his moaning happy sound when I massaged him. I miss Barkley smiling. Yes, she really did.
All those things I miss. Jill Bolte Taylor recounts in her book My Stroke of Insight how when she thinks of her dog she feels the warm fuzzies, but can also go into a sense of loss because he died. It's both: love and loss. All very bittersweet.
So here's my advice:
Be with your pet when it's time for them to go. Don't leave it to strangers, it adds to your pet's fear and confusion. Let them see you last. It's the hardest thing I've had to do, but it was the right and loving thing to do for my faithful companions.
The homeopathic remedy Ignatia is for grief. Take it. It really does help. It works for animals as well.
Recognize from the beginning that the very nature of having a pet is that you will most likely outlive them. Appreciate the time you do have with them. Love them and cherish them as much as they do you.
Doing something creative in honor of their memory helps to channel the grief into something constructive: a scrapbook, photo album, pillow, etc.
Give yourself time to grieve before jumping into getting another pet. The new one deserves your unfettered attention.
It really does get better with time. I think of them and smile. I am so grateful for their presence in my life.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
GSF Bess & I are taking a massage therapy class together this weekend, so I won't be blogging until Monday. But I will have tales to tell when I get back. In the meantime, Margot Potter has created a new blog, with a craftier focus. Check it out if you're crafty or aspire to be. She's creative, smart, & wickedly funny.
Until Monday, then. Adieu. Parce que je blog mais pas quand je ne blog pas.* How's that for some kickin' franglais? ;-) H.
*Because I blog except when I don't.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Pumpkin puree, about 3-4 cups-ish (You could prolly use a can of pumpkin)
1/2 can of coconut milk
2 c. sweet potato water (I save my vegetable stock, & this is what I happened to have--perfect!)
Curry powder to taste
Salt to taste (Himalayan from Mercola--it's good for you!)
I use a hand blender & blend it up to make it creamy. (Also great for other creamy veggie soups like asparagus, broccoli, etc.)
After lunch, we had tea (of course) and a Frazier Fest. Mum looked out the window and saw a rainbow. Really? 2 days in a row? COOL!
Into life, a little rain must fall. In these uncertain times, it's nice when we get little surprises of rainbows, too.