Let’s all do this together!

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I listened to a Hay House Summit talk today about health and food. The speaker had cancer. She went the conventional route and the cancer only got more aggressive. Then she went to Mexico to do Gerson therapy (what I would pick). She spoke of drastically changing her diet, of being religious about eating organic, about planning ahead for trips by researching organic restaurants, taking her own snacks for the plane.

Why does it have to be this hard? If we want to live this way we really have to pull away from society. I know when I go out to restaurants I am not getting organic food. I know when I go to a friend’s house I am most likely not getting organic food. Unless it’s a pot luck and I eat what I brought. Same at most family members’ homes.

The speaker spoke of two things that resonated with me. One, about loving yourself. Two, about not eating this way out of fear, because then it’s all about negative energy. It’s about eating this way out of love. Because if you love yourself you want to treat yourself right. You want to give your body the fuel it needs to run, not gunk it up with toxic chemicals.

You wouldn’t put oil in your car’s engine, would you? Then why put poisons in this miraculous body you’ve been given?

She also said one more powerful thing. What I say all the time. Why wait for the diagnosis to eat healthy? Why not start now and prevent the diagnosis?

If we all did this together we would fix our food system. And I wouldn’t have to compromise my body to be social. I serve organic food to anybody who comes to my home because I want to give their beautiful selves real food. This isn’t just about me. This is about you, too. Now, step up and help me heal this beautiful planet and the beings who dwell on it.

Love you. Namaste.

 

A Tale of Two Labels

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When it comes to reading labels when buying packaged food, the only one that matters is the ingredients label (and yes, the nutrition label is good as well). Bottom line, read the back of the package. (Caveat, the word “natural” means nothing now if you read it anywhere in the package. Lots of time “natural flavorings” means it includes MSG.)

Let me show you….

Here are two coconut waters:

Both say pure coconut water. But let's flip to the back of them. First the Zico:

Just coconut water. Yes! What we would expect from a label that said pure.

Now the Vitacoco:

There's the coconut water. But what? Some added sugar? Why? And added vitamin C. Some people may like that, but the problem here for me is that the front label says PURE coconut water.

Here's the definition of pure:

Not mixed or adulterated with any other substance or material.

I think the thing that bothers me the most about all of this is that I like to trust people. And I expect people to be honest. I am, even when it's hard. Words have meaning. If you use them in ways that aren't true, you have emptied them of their meaning. Just because you are a corporation doesn't give you license to lie. Or change the meaning of words.

This is why I'm opting out of the industrialized food system little by little. My trust of it has eroded to pretty much zero. For now, for foods I can't grow like coconuts, chia (I tried), and other warm-climate foods, I need to trust labels. I need to trust the words used on them. And I don't. And that makes me really sad about more than just food.

And I don't want to be sad. So I'm going to be happy that there are some companies making good food. And they are the ones getting my business. Until I figure out how to live totally off my land, that is!

 

Be the true you

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The title of this post is a message to myself. Yes, it’s to all of you who read this, too. But I’m trying to give myself a little pep talk. Okay?

I’ve always felt different. And people have noticed. I was teased as a child. You don’t get teased if you fit in. It’s when you stand out that you become a target.

But, being gentle (for the most part – there is certainly a feisty part of me), I didn’t know how to fight back. And so I didn’t. And I practiced flying under the radar, making myself smaller, blending in.

There’s consequences when you do that. You lose who you are. And you wind up letting other people talk you into how you should live your life. You go along with the status quo, even though you are anything but – and even the opposite of – the status quo.

As people may have noticed, I’ve gone inside myself this last year (or maybe it’s longer, I’m losing track of time), pulled away into nature and time with God without the noise of man telling me who God is. He’s nothing like what I’ve been taught, and what I’ve struggled many, many years to believe. I’ve always connected with him more in nature and quietly, by myself, than anyplace else, and told that wasn’t enough. Well now it’s enough.

It’s everything.

There is a great book by Sue Monk Kidd called “When the Heart Waits” about her mid-life journey of finding herself. Who’d have known that I’d have my own similar journey. I’m trying to find the pieces of myself I lost. The pieces I have squelched in the process of getting along in this world.

I have a ways to go, I think. It’s kind-of a roller coaster ride and I still have to live the life I’m in (and it’s a wonderful life, don’t get me wrong). But this I know….even if I’m going along on the outside, I’m not on the inside. I’m becoming me. Slowly, ever so slowly. The true me.

I was going to write something about this true me, but I’m not ready. Because it all comes out defensive. And my goal is to get a place where I am so totally accepting of myself that I don’t give a damn what anybody else thinks.

Working on it, working on it.

And so, let me end with this thought….The world needs us to be our true selves. Otherwise, why were we born? Just to take up space and become another brick in the wall?

Our real selves

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There are some things we can’t change about ourselves. Maybe we can with surgery, but if we don’t want to do that, our physical appearance is pretty much what we’ve been given at birth.

Like big noses, big hips, baldness, lots of wrinkles, insert whatever here: ________.

These things are all “less” than the human physical ideal. Not exactly sure who sets that ideal, but maybe it’s just part of us because little kids tease each other about physical attributes. Or maybe they are just picking on “different.” I remember as a little kid a neighbor of the same age asking me why my eyes were so wide open/big.

Wide-eyed innocence, maybe? Let’s just say growing up that sure can get squelched. All of a sudden, I let that kid make me think something was wrong with my eyes.

And I was not one of the lucky ones to get a small button nose. My nose has a bump in it and is not small. It’s a combination of my dad’s nose and my mom’s nose. Funny how that works. It was really tough growing up with this nose – kids can be so cruel. But what is even worse is when I run into someone who is suppose to like me, suppose to be my friend, who teases me about it. Luckily I don’t run into that too often. But I just did fairly recently and guess what?

Jokes about someone’s less-than-perfect physical qualities hurt. No matter how old you are.

The scripture in the Bible that says, “out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks” applies here.

But what really prompted me to write this were some jokes made towards a bald person in my family this past weekend. By other family members. At least two of them.

How is that okay? Tell me, how is that okay? I’m sure he’s used to it, I had to get used to the nose jokes. But at least I don’t hear them too often by friends (barring that recent one) and family.

So, perhaps we cannot change our physical experiences. But I’ll tell you what we can change. We can change the words that come out of our mouths. And we can do that by changing our hearts. By learning to love everyone for who they are. By celebrating differences and uniqueness. By getting a better self-esteem and/or outlook on life so that you don’t have to cut people down to make yourself feel better. By learning – maybe from this blog post – that it’s not okay to make fun of someone’s physical features. It’s just plain mean.

Let’s all work on changing the things about us that we can change for the better, and learn to love our physical selves just the way we are. Because who we are is more than our outsides. Our physical body is just our shell. The real us is inside. In our hearts.

Love, me

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This Easter

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Jesus, on this Easter Day, when everyone focuses on your resurrection – so much better than focusing on and celebrating your death, at least – I want to think about how I move forward in my relationship with you.

I really want to understand your teachings. Because I think you came here to teach us, and we’ve turned it all into a religion where you are the only way to God and all others who love God are condemned to an eternity in hell. Even the Jews, of which you were one.

Why doesn’t that seem to make no sense to more Christians?

Why, when you spoke in parables, were some of your words taken literally?

Why have we not realized the profoundness of your teachings, even when you led us by example – like by practicing non-violence even to the point of not trying to defend yourself when condemned to death. And asking for forgiveness for those who killed you because you realized their ignorance.

You realize ours, too.

Please help me read your words with fresh eyes. I find myself stuck in a place of rejection and repulsion by much of what is written in this book that used to bring me such comfort. Help me through that, please, so I can walk with you and God in confidence, not defensiveness. So I can be an instrument of your peace and love. Even if I don’t fit the mold.

Please help this world, Jesus. Help heal man’s inhumanity to man. Nothing has changed since you left. We still condemn each other to the point of death. And most of it is because of religious differences.

I breaks my heart. I’m pretty sure it must break yours, too.

Love,

Chris

The Journey

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generations

Who I was and who I am met together one day.
Who I am smiled with love at who I was.
Who I was looked with wonder at who I am.
Who I was apologized to who I am,
and who I am said, “Don’t.
It all happened for a reason.”
And as they were realizing what they meant to each other,
Who I will be entered the room,
whispered hello,
and beckoned them both
to follow.

 

 


photo credit: Hands Across Time via photopin (license)

The dance

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I dance in the love of the divine,

Leaving all fear behind.

Letting go of the lead,

The dance becomes magical,

Effortless,

Free.

Why did I resist for so long,

Instead of trusting the hands

Of the perfect partner.

Together we have left

The crowded dance floor

And twirl among the stars.

Don’t follow me,

Or call me back.

Just dance your own dance

Be it waltz,

or polka,

or a dance

never danced before.

 

 

Photo courtesy of pixabay.com

 

Perfect you

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You are perfectly you.

There is no one else just like you

So don’t compare.

Just be you!

Treat yourself with grace.

You don’t have to do, do, do.

That is to please others who have expectations of you.

You are not here for that.

You are here to share your gifts,

Your love,

Your uniqueness.

All you are is a gift to this world

And the people who walk it.

The world needs YOU.

As you.

Not as someone else’s idea of you.

This is hard to embrace.

Because we were brought up to conform.

To put others needs before our own.

I think that’s why so many of us feel broken.

We were.

Elmo’s song

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landon & elmo

We gave my grandson Landon an Elmo for Christmas. Frankly, it was because I was looking for a doll that had laces, ties, buttons, buckles…we had a clown like that when my kids were little. Most of the help-me-learn dolls were kind-of funky looking, so I settled on Elmo. Landon likes him. He’s a little young for the help me part of him, but he’ll grow into that.

He also likes this little guy, who I really like, too, made for him by cousin-in-law Jenna, who is uber-crafty….

Landon’s Little Minion.

landon & minion

Anyhow, back to Elmo. Tonight as Kelly and I sat on the couch and entertained Landon with his Elmo doll we had a little debate about the lyrics to Elmo’s trademark song. I said it was la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, Elmo’s song. Kelly said it was la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, Elmo’s world. And so, of course we had to look it up. And when we did we found that there were two versions, once had the word “song” and the other had the word “world.” We both agreed that the “song” version probably came first.

We also found out that Landon loved watching Elmo. His little hands started moving to Elmo’s song, and his eyes were fixated on the computer screen. So cute.

I guess you are never too young for Sesame Street. Or old, for that matter.

La, la, la, la….

 

A Tale of Two Sippy Cups

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First there were the puppy diaries. And occasionally I still write a puppy post here and there. Now, though, we begin the nana diaries. Landon, my first grandchild is now 6 months old. It’s crossed my mind that I should have begun this sooner. But here we are, now, with the first post, as I realized this morning’s adventures in babysitting warranted one. Let the fun begin!

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Alex got these sippy cups for Landon for Christmas. Tracey was all excited, she says Landon is ready for them and that I could use them today, as I am babysitting while all the “kids” and Andy ski.

Well, Landon may be ready for sippy cups, but Nana apparently is not. Or maybe Tracey is ready for them but Landon and Nana are not. Here’s how this morning’s attempt to use them went down….

Landon happily ate this morning’s pears. Tracey asked me to get some prune juice in him because he gets constipated. So I mixed prune juice and water and put it in a sippy cup. Landon took a few eager sucks on it, then got upset. Hmmmm. Did he not like the prune juice? Was it coming out too fast? Was it coming out at all?

I examined the sippy. It looked like there might be some signs of liquid in the 3 little holes of the sippy part. So I stuck it back in his mouth. He wouldn’t even suck on it. Hmmmm.

I didn’t want to contaminate the sippy he was using by trying it so I filled the other one up with a little water and sucked on it.

Nothing. Hmmmm.

So I sucked harder. At that point, the water shot into the back of my mouth and down my windpipe. Holy criminy!

So, while choking, I transferred the prune juice / water from his sippy cup to his bottle. And gave it to him while coughing for the first 5 minutes or so. Sorry Landon.

I’ve decided I’m going to let his parents have the joy of teaching him how to use a modern day sippy cup. The ones I had for my kids were tupperware ones that had a slit in the sippy cover, not little holes. They liquid came out without having to suck much at all. These modern day ones are dangerous! Or maybe they just are not meant for adults. Hmmmmm.


After that little adventure, Nana and Landon visited for awhile. He’s really talkative in the morning and I’m kicking myself that I left my phone upstairs and didn’t get a video. We had fun with the Elmo I gave him as I animated it and made it talk. Which made Landon laugh. There is nothing like a laughing baby.

There is nothing like a sleepy baby, either, when he’s tired. For whatever reason, after sleeping through a long night. Landon likes to nap in the morning (not the afternoon). As he started to get fussy, I changed him, gave him a bottle, and tried him up in his bed. No go. Then I thought I might walk him for awhile. I used to be able to conk him right out that way. But he’s bigger now, heavier now, and more engaged in what’s going on. So we went to plan B (or really, I guess plan C). I settled him into his rocking carrier/car seat (those used to be separate pieces of equipment when my kids were little) and rocked him to sleep. It worked like a charm.

See?

conked

Which gave me time to get bathed and dressed, and write the first post of the nana diaries. Now we (Gammy Pinky is here with me) wait for him to wake back up to create some new adventures. This nana thing is so much fun!