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Every day is another chance to get it right. Perhaps I ate more than I should have and exercised less than I could have, and we all know that it is diet AND exercise that helps you lose weight, but today is a good day to start again. I’m sitting in Boston airport on my way home from Nantucket and my annual girl’s trip. Four days – the perfect amount of time – and the…
The mares are in the pasture, the birds are in the trees, flowers in abundance, clouds drift across the blue sky – we’re on the island of plenty. One step closer to nirvana.
Before I left New Orleans yesterday, I ran over to Ochsner for more blood tests – this time testing for Sjogrens Syndrome – all of this linked to auto immune deficiencies.
waking up this morning to songbirds that get up earlier than our birds at home – and a light that’s very different from the light at home – and the people speak differently here – and then a turkey walks across the imaginary yard headed nowhere.
The New Orleans Times Picayune is going to three days a week and we are supposed to get our news online. Watch me hoofing it to the computer to count the dead toll – not. New York has stopped delivering mail on Mondays. Jet Blue used to be ideal – today I flew in a plane that was not even half-assed clean, it was disgusting – the bathroom toilet had piss all over the floor…
This alopecia universalis has been the quintessential external cleanse because nothing sticks to this body anymore – believe me. And now I’m taking my steps towards my internal waxing – when I started working with the life coach she asked me to recall the last time I felt peaceful, happy and alive – and I said Nantucket, girl’s trip, 2011. She asked me why and I said because I’m surrounded by women I love who…
I was behind a bumpersticker this morning that read: Dare to keep your priests off kids. Yesterday, I was speaking to my friend the nun about how this whole MAJOR DEFLECTION COVER UP is going down with the Catholic Church – how the men are blaming the women – fancy that. It turns out this big accusation against the nuns has not been responded to by their organization because actually the outcry from the parishioners…
I walked through City Park this morning and thought about how I’ve changed my name so many times in my life – I was born Rachel, then my brothers nicknamed me Lisa because my middle name is Elizabeth, then I married and went from Rachel Namer to Rachel Gratia, then I married again and became Rachel Franzen, then I married again and became Rachel Dangermond hence Red, my nickname (Rachel Elizabeth). It would be foolish…
You have two options at your disposal at all times – the first is to lament not knowing sooner, and the second is to rejoice that you have the knowledge now. So let’s just start with the latter. I saw the endocrinologist today – and he was SUPERB – went over everything and looked at the holistic picture of what is going on with me. The diagnosis – alopecia universalis and Hashimoto’s disease. He thinks…
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails” (I Corinthians 13:1-8a).