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So I’m working with my life coach, trading services, and I was looking up some other websites as I’m helping her with her content and I came across this on some one else’s site: REALITY CHECK – Anxiety is usually only present if you’re not. If you’re feeling anxious it means your mind is stuck in the past or future where it’s building big scary scenarios (that presentation you’re going to blow, the inadequacies you…
We are in our whirlwind again, Halloween tomorrow, here a meeting there a meeting, and I feel caught up and not caught up, if you get the difference. “SLOW DOWN AND EVERYTHING YOU ARE CHASING WILL COME AROUND AND CATCH YOU.” – John De Paola Tin had his first sleep over on Saturday – Jared spent the night and they slept – it was a miracle. Then Tin wanted to be Thomas the Train for…
So as I listed the “probably boring to anyone who doesn’t have an auto-immune disease or thyroid deficiency” diet it dawned on me that perhaps you wouldn’t know just how difficult it is when this is my typical meal: Breakfast – oatmeal, flaxseed oil, maple syrup, banana. New breakfast – maple syrup and banana – say what? Lunch – lentils, tofu, edamame, soy sauce, sweet potato, cabbage – any combination New Lunch – nada Dinner…
So I think that I keep doing the wrong thing because every time I turn around I’m doing the wrong thing – sigh – this all has to do with eating a diet that does not counter act the Synthroid I’m taking. I just read this on a Hashimoto’s Disease board: The message for patients: We definitely need more research that looks at the connection between hypothyroidism, metabolism and body weight, because the conventional wisdom…
Well Voodoo Fest sounds like it is in my backyard and a neighbor said he was rousted from his bed this morning as Metallica warmed up. All I can say is I tried, in the same vein that I tried Jazz Fest, but what I crave and want is Museum Fest, Book Fest, or Theater Fest because I’m not finding my groove with all these music fests. I feel like Goldie Locks at the Fest…
After watching Cloud Atlas yesterday, I ran into a new friend who is doing some work with me at Waldorf and we got into a very inspiring conversation. I’m trying to connect the dots in my life to walk the line that draws itself from inside me then out. My dots start with Tin, and move through education (not a cookie-cutter, test inspired, grade driven education, but to really develop as a human being and…
We skipped work yesterday afternoon and went to see Cloud Atlas, which just opened at Canal Place. I read David Mitchell’s book three summers ago in Spain and was taken on a wild and delightful odyssey. The movie is worth a look, albeit I do agree with the NYT review that it too tightly controlled the message. And what is the message – that we are all interconnected by truth. And I’d like to actually…
1997 Convocation Speech at Dartmouth College: Louise Erdrich (Class of 1976) (Sept. 23, 1997) CONVOCATION SPEECH Ahneen, apijigo megwitch. Niminwehndam ikidooyeg noongoom onishishin geezhigud. I entered Dartmouth in 1972, a member of the first freshman class of women and in the first class of Native Americans. I had never been east of the Mississippi. I didn’t know what a bagel was. I found Brooklynese both strange and moving. I’d never met a Californian, never heard…
So in order to fix a problem, you first have to name it, correct? Well, yeah, but for some gals you have to repeat it ad infinitum until you are just poisoning yourself. I’m like a soy candle, I burn so slow and so low and it takes a really long time for me to feel the burn – so it was that in discovering a saboteur on Tuesday with the life coach, today another…
We developed an addiction Issa Rae – whatever she does, we watch and love. So in Cadiz, while Tin was asleep as it was midnight, we were holed up in the dark living room watching on my computer one of her episodes and the theme song was the Doublemint Twins singing Booty Shawts. Rae’s stuff is so compelling, she’s like a one woman enterprise ranging from her Ratchetpiece Theater to Confessions of an Awkward Black…