Saturday, January 16, 2010
Woohoo - My BlendTec blender arrived yesterday! It took longer getting here than I thought it would. I was at Trader Joes and picked up organic baby spinach, some delicious looking pears, and some almonds among other things, hoping that that baby would finally arrive. And there it was on my doorstep when I pulled into the garage.
I didn't get a chance to try it out yesterday, but today, for my first green smoothie, I am planning to mix:
If anyone has any favorite smoothie recipes, I would love it if you posted one as a comment.
Monday, January 11, 2010
I'm excited, but also a bit concerned.
I've waited a few years and saved up to finally get my flamenco guitar. It finally arrived at 6:40 this evening. The jury is out though. I am waiting for it to warm up after its cold UPS trip before tuning it and trying it out; but the action seems a little high up the neck. It is very frustrating not having the opportunity to try a number of them out at the same time to see how they play and sound.
Friday, January 08, 2010
A lovely day to relax, observe, meditate, and reflect on letting go.
Those who bind themselves to a joy
Do the winged life destroy
But they who kiss the joy as it flies
Live in eternity's sunrise.
Saturday, January 02, 2010
The last few years have been extremely difficult for me; just keeping my center has been a challenge. In just 4 years there have been devastating losses in my life.
It seems like every time I started to heal, I have suffered a new and difficult loss. The end result was, even with trying to find positive ways to cope, I went through a 4 year depression, which I am just now coming out of.
As I begin to go deeper into my yoga and meditation practice, I find that my heart chakra is shut tight - not just physically. I hold my loved ones close in my heart; they are there with me in that way every day. But perhaps I have been holding them too tight, because my heart feels clamped down. Not shut down, because I still have a strong capacity for love - perhaps emotionally callused would describe it.
My yoga friends, as I explore re-opening my heart and life and deepening my relationships, I find that I will need special focus on my heart chakra. I invite you to post favorite practices and meditations (or links to them) to my blog. I know I am not the only person to have suffered great loss, it is after all, part of the condition of being a mortal being. I will benefit greatly from the practice and wisdom of others, but other readers of my posts will as well.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Friday, January 01, 2010
I know, I know, two blogs in one day - that is kind of excessive. Also, not everyone can understand the joy - I think chickens may be an acquired appreciation. BUT - I am excited. A few years ago, coyotes broke into our chicken coop and ate every one of our sweet hens. The coop was an old one and hard to secure; unfortunately the door blew open one blustery night and that resulted in the demise of our chickens. We got rid of the coop, and never got around to replacing it.
Now for me, there never was a question of which came first. The chicken did. I grew up hating eggs, and would hide when my mother cooked them. But, I loved chickens. As a child growing up in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, a chicken was an unusual pet, but ...
My father used to stop and a bar on his way home from work and put down a few with his drinking buddies. One of them had a chicken that he kept with him, brought to the bar, and fed on corn soaked in whiskey. One night my father found him crying into his whiskey. His wife had told him that either the chicken left, or she would. My father, being the kind soul and animal lover that he was, brought home to his children, an alcoholic barred rock chicken. We were the only kids on the block with a chicken for a pet, and I would carry her around like a baby doll, lying on her back in my arms with her legs sticking up. Half the Bubbes in the neighborhood would have loved to pop it in their stock pots.
In the 70's, during my Back-to-the -Land, Mother Earth News phase of life, and long after our alcoholic chicken had lived her short life, I raised laying hens and discovered for the first time how delicious a fresh egg tasted. I came to realize that I do like eggs, but only fresh ones from free range chickens.
This spring, I'll order some chicks and let them grow up for a while in my classroom. Then they can move into their cute little coop.
At the moment, the coop is still on the trailer, but it has a rickshaw arrangement so it can be moved around the yard. Woo hoo! Darling chickens and fresh organic eggs!
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