fresh blood, fresh HOPE

If things seem a bit jumbled up in my life, I like to find a tiny bit of calm and sparkly clean.  Okay, it may sound weird, however, people who “need” to be in control find it in the strangest of places.  The kitchen sink is where I find great calm and order.  Okay, I empty out every little thing from the sink.  I fill ‘er up with hot water and add some vinegar.  Let it soak for, the length that it takes to bike four miles (about 21 minutes).  Okay, drain the sink.  Wearing gloves, I scrub and scrub and get every nook and cranny.  I use baking soda and part of an SOS pad and get all the dirt and grime.  When you wash as many vegetables and fruits as we do, that sink takes a licking.  Then I rinse everything clean.  I spray a little more white vinegar and buff that baby (not a real baby, you don’t use an SOS pad on a baby, geesh) until she gleams.  She sparkles and shines.  Even the soap dispenser is spit spot clean and de-gunked.   For the next couple of hours, every time I walk by her, she twinkles and looks so fresh and new.

If I can do that to a kitchen sink, why can’t I do that exact “spa” treatment for my body?

I have a printed list taped  inside one of my cupboard doors.  I don’t even remember where I found it.  I found it about a year ago, it gave me HOPE.  Heck, it still gives me HOPE.  No, it is not a fancy poem, or inspirational quote or the ideal Bible verse.  It is not a list of sage advice from a great yogi.   It reads: “Every cell in your body dies and is replaced by new cells,” his doctor explained… Your body builds…

a new brain in 1 year

new blood in 4 months

an entire skeleton in 3 months

a new liver in 6 weeks

new skin in 1 month

a new stomach lining in 5 days

young coconut 3Yesterday while researching, I spent most of my study time learning about Young Coconuts from Thailand.

It takes 9 months to filter each liter of water.  The fresh coconut water has the highest source of electrolytes known to man.

I learned how to open them, (and ordered the supplies from a GREAT company with wonderful customer service, ) how to add them to your daily smoothies and why.

I learned that Coconut water is identical to human blood plasma.  During WWII, during extreme war-time situations, coconut water was used to help soldiers during medical emergencies.  Plasma makes up 55% of human blood.  By drinking the very sterile and fresh coconut water, we give ourselves an instant blood transfusion.  The coconut is a great blood purifier.

Once the coconut water is exposed to air, the liquid rapidly loses most of its organoleptic and nutritional characteristics, and begins to ferment.  So fresh is best. The fatty acids can enhance the body’s anti-inflammatory reactions and help build up the immune system. One person whom I studied, drinks the water of 5-6 coconuts a day.young coconut

If we can clean (purify) our blood, just by drinking some coconut water, why don’t more of us do it?   Why isn’t there a line in the produce department with everyone waiting politely to pick up their 5 or 6 coconuts for the week or day?  When you go into a grocery store, why doesn’t every single grocery cart have among other fruits and vegetables 5 or 6 Young Coconuts?  Why doesn’t every cart have 12-15 lemons?  Why aren’t we politely waiting for the person in front of us to gather their 20 oranges?  Why is the guy replacing all the chips and snacks wearing  work clothes and working, really working to refill all those chips and processes foods? He is bringing in dollies full of those things.  He is moving and bending and stacking and replenishing the shelves.  Why oh why does the produce guy have time to casually talk to each customer buying one head of iceberg lettuce or a “bag o salad” and one gassed hot-house tomato?

young coconut 2Get thy self to an Asian grocery store pronto.  Come on folks, this is a GREAT idea, that we can all easily incorporate.  Sure trying and adding in new things is difficult at first.  It can even be scary.  Instead of putting all that chemically produced white sugar, white flour, white milk, white bread, chips and frozen pizzas into our grocery carts maybe we can find room for a couple of FRESH things that will serve us well.

Change is hard.  I get it.  You are preaching to the choir.  I am trying so many new things, I forgot what it was like to feel comfortable with the daily routine.

No, not every person you know has cancer or liver disease.  Not every person you know has Lupus or Thyroid or an auto immune disease.  HOWEVER, every single person you know, has had the flu bug more than once this winter.  Every single person you know has felt tired or groggy or not “with it” this past Monday.  Every single person you know has a twisted shoulder or neck or strained a leg muscle  or bruised toe.  Almost every single person you know is flirting with diabetes and heart troubles and high blood pressure and more.

If getting the kitchen sink spiffed up and sparkly makes us feel good, why wouldn’t choosing, buying and actually eating and drinking really great things to SPIFF up the inside of our bodies make us feel great and help us on the path of health and wellness?

We need, really need to be kind to one another.  Each person is carrying so much on their shoulders.  We need to share all the good things we have found to improve and increase our health and wellness.  We are in this together folks.  Your health and wellness is reflected in your smile and good karma.  It spills over to me.  I need and want to look and act and be healthy.  I have a family & friends who need that from me.  I need to feel the health vibes from my friends.  I crave it.

Let’s each grab a fresh young coconut and toast each other?  Cheers to our good health!

how do you do

date-rollWhere have you been all my life?  I seek out sweet and delicious all the time.  I can’t believe I have never been introduced to you.   So sweet and sassy with a slice of almond.  These little beauties have three ingredients: dates, coconut and almond.  The label says a servings size is 2.  Oops, I have already had four.  They have only been open 22 minutes.

These little gems have turned this blustery Saturday into a sweet Blustery Saturday.   Hope there is enough left for a sweet Sunday!

“p” is for passion, pure goodness and …

pomegranteIt is the oldest known fruit to man.  It is the most powerful, nutrient dense, anti-oxidant of all fruit.  It contains potent anti-cancer and immune supporting effects all in one package. It is a universal symbol of health.

As you may know, I have been on a mission of seeking wellness and strong good health.

Sometimes, I learn, I eat, I then want to share.  Just in case you missed that day in school and didn’t know all the wonders of this amazing fruit.  Ah, another thing they didn’t teach you in school.  sigh.  Well, let’s change that.  Today’s lesson begins with the letter “p”.  Yes, I have eaten and enjoyed this mighty fruit for a few years.  Until recently, I knew they were “good for you”.  Now, I know the rest of the story!

In America we have the luxury of buying fresh Pomegranates from September to January.  Did you know that one glass of pomegranate juice has more anti oxidants than red wine, green tea, blueberries and cranberries?  This amazing fruit can lower bad cholesterol, lower blood pressure, stop tumor growth and help clean out those arteries and build your immune system all in one swoop?

pomegrate seeds on cerealDid you also know that they can ROCK  and ROLL all over a bowl of hot brown rice cereal for breakfast?  Oh yeah, mine was heavenly.  Those little nuggets of pure juicy, tart, sweet, goodness.  Hey kids, medicine does not need to taste bad.

“America’s health care system is in crisis precisely because we systematically neglect wellness and prevention.”  T. Harkin

Last night I seeded two pomegranates.  It took me 22 minutes.   Worth every single second, for I am worth it.  My husband is worth it.  I do not use the wooden spoon, beat on the fruit method.  That usually produces little red dots of permanent dye on the back splash behind your sink.  Unless you are a famous tv chef and just stand in the middle of the room to whack away at the poor little orb of red fruit, and someone else cleans the kitchen mess.  I wear an APRON!  I mean it.  Not your favorite cute one.  I wear an apron because you really need to.  (Or wear that old, stained already, stretched out t-shirt you need to throw away and does not make you smile to wear it.)  I break mine apart and let them soak in cold water.  The seeds sink and the flesh and membranes float to the top to be discarded.  I usually get impatient, and pick up the chunks and sort of roll the seeds out with my thumb.  I know it is my thumb, because today, it is stained a light reddish hue. pomegrantate 2

Get out there my friend, buy yourself a couple.  You are so worth it!  Then come back and tell me if you juiced it, ate the seeds scattered across a salad, or took your hot breakfast cereal up a notch.

We are in this together.  Let health and wellness be our watchword.  WooHOO!


pop, goes my bubble

bubbleEvery once in a while, someone takes out a very sharp pin and makes a jab at my bubble.  Yes, I live inside a clear, clean, organized, orderly, sweet-smelling, polite, only nice people allowed bubble.  Ask my kids, they know I live in a bubble.  Shsh, don’t tell them, but sometimes, I add the word “the” to things to make them cringe.  It’s how we do things inside a bubble.  “Gosh, when you all move we will have to get “the” Skype, so we can talk and see the grandgirlies”.  Heck, even I know it is Roll Tide in Alabama, not “the” Roll Tide.  gosh, I like to poke fun at those boys.

Back to my slap on the wrist, jab at my bubble.  You see, one of the things that most people forget to talk about when they or someone they know become sick is money.  Yep, great big piles of green moola.  How does one get all the paperwork figured out and I do mean a lot of paperwork, so all the right people can be paid for their expertise?  Here is the big poke…………… over 8 months of medical drama, I haven’t had to think about it at all.  period.  Nope.  I am one of the lucky ones.  YES, I said I am lucky.  You see, Mr. Right has taken it upon himself to intercept bills and envelopes and phone calls.  He has paid bills and argued with insurance companies.  He remembers to bring the correct laminated “magical” cards to each appointment.  He has scratched his head and tried to figure out the common sense approach, then to just throw his hands in the air and pay the dang bill.  Yes, we have very good medical insurance.  Yes, we have paid the premiums.  Yes, we have filled out all the forms.  News flash, being sick costs money.

It is me, who has made this big decision drama.  Should I or shouldn’t I?  Should I do this  or that?  Should I get a second or third opinion?  Should I listen to my gut?  Should I fall back on how I was raised?  I don’t want to do that!  I want to do it MY WAY.  I want to cross my arms and stomp my feet and have a little or big melt down.  I want a cappuccino treat because I was a big girl and went to an appointment.

Enter Jesse Prather.   I learned about him and got to know a bit about him yesterday.  Here are the words that poked my bubble and let out some of my very hot air:  “Learning in the Spring of 2010 that I had cancer was difficult enough to accept, never mind the fact I had no medical insurance.  To offset my financial worries, I was forced to find alternative ways to heal myself……two and a half years and thousands of hours of research later, I regained my health with cleansing and intense detoxification through juicing…”

Shame on me.    A huge shock, slap in the face, here I am being a Verruca, acting all high and mighty…………..I have the privilege of choosing to juice and exercise and breathe and cleanse.  I  wasn’t forced to make this choice.  I, in my white gloves and nose in the air, decided it was the best possible choice for me.  In all the tangled mess, I um, sort of forgot there were oodles and oodles of poodles……….not really, it just rhymed………oodles of people who have NO insurance.  They do not have the luxury…….yes, that is what it has become, luxury of choosing what to do with said medical insurance.  Heck, even if you do have insurance, it doesn’t even begin to cover it.  I won’t insult your intelligence by listing all of the things that it does not cover.  Let’s face it, being extremely ill costs a whole bunch of money.

A friend mentioned yesterday, that our medical system is so out of whack that it is high time many of us took back the reigns and took control of our own health, life and well-being.  Time to hit the books, do “thousands of hours of research” and get on with it.  It is time for us to stop “believing in” the television and print ads produced (and a very good job they do) to tell us what we should be taking and thinking about our health.  Advertisers are paid millions and millions of dollars to do one thing, sell a product.  They are not in the business to care about us and our bodies.  They do not care if you or your family will be healed or live a long healthy life.  Their job is to sell a product.  period.

It is time, that we pool our resources and offer to help each other.  NOT judge each other, HELP each other.  There is indeed power in numbers.  I don’t think I need to stand on a soap box and preach…………….our “health care system” is crumbling and many are scrambling.  There is value in knowledge and learning and sharing.  The time is now.  We must value ourselves enough to heal thyself.

Our lives, are much to valuable to leave it up to chance.  We are worthy of research and learning how to take care of our bodies.  Our families are worthy of much more than GMO’s and toxins and hot pockets, energy drinks and processed dead food.  We are worthy, whether or not we have or do not have insurance.  One of the most important aspects of healing is to choose a treatment path in alignment with your belief system.  Maybe it’s time we brush off our beliefs and get back to it?  I do not believe in frozen burritos.  I do not believe in drinking another animals milk. I don’t believe in processed foods.  I don’t believe in canned soups or packaged desserts.  I do not believe in fast food.   I do not believe in eating copious amounts of sugar to the tune of 172 pounds a year by every American adult.

I do believe in fresh air and sunshine.  I believe in exercise and whole foods.  I believe in laughing every day.  I believe in green juice and sunshine juice and red beet juice.  I believe in pure clean water.  I believe vegetables and fruits can heal and sustain us.

DSCN1774We are in this together.  Together, if you are willing to open your mind and heart and soul,  we can figure this all out.  It’s okay, come out of your bubble.  The water is fine, just dip your toe in.  A few more vegetables won’t hurt any of us.

Today, I am going to be open to learning something about health from someone else.  Today, I promise to share some tid bit I learned about health with someone else.  Baby steps people, baby steps.

“And the Lord God planted a garden eastward of Eden: and there he put the man whom he had formed. And out of the ground made the Lord God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good for food; . . . . ” ~ Genesis 2:7-8




color me hopeful

Squelching someone’s hope is just plain mean.  Speaking as the squelched, it hurts and it is tough to brush yourself off and get back up.  By no means do I think everyone should jump on my band wagon and believe as I do.  It is just that somewhere in a little nook of my heart and soul, I wish people wouldn’t judge so harshly what they do not understand.  They are quick to brush aside ideas that don’t fit into their thinking of normal.

Some of life’s big huge choices are not really choices at all.  You are who you are.  period.  You can not change some beliefs and values.  Oh, I wish I could change and go with the “in crowd”, man I wish that so much.  I feel like a seventh grade girl during her first week of junior high school.  I quietly observe, yet I am silently,  SCREAMING, ” I just want to fit in”.   I want to do whatever it takes to be with the hip and popular people.  It looks easy and fun and happy.  You don’t have to think for yourself.  You just go along like fluffy, curly sheep and play follow the leader.  Nothing painful or hurtful, you just mimic all the other sheep.  No one gets hurt.

A friend told me a story once, her father in law was very ill.  He however, decided he needed to exercise and drink this awful brown looking vegetable drink he called “chicken poop”.  He felt that he was getting well.  He had hope.  Then one day a doctor in a white coat, told him that was goofy and silly nonsense.  Exercising and drinking that horrid concoction was not going to make him better.  The doctor took away the man’s hope.  The doctor must feel great about himself, he was right.  That was the day the hope died.

So here I am, a couple of days later, I am starting to pick myself up again.  I am trying to find hope again.   I am too beaten up and battered to search all sorts of web sites and seek all kinds of great sayings.  I need a hope jar.  Today, I started one. I haven’t decorated it yet.   I want to collect & put slips of paper that reveal hope.  On the days, when I just can’t go it alone, I want to reach in, like a girl pulling out the winning ticket number for a raffle prize. (One time, I won a raffle, fifth place.  My prize?  A Halloween kitchen towel and a bag of purple cotton candy.  Still makes me smile.  I was a winner!)  It is a mason jar ” a jar of hope”  and when I am in need, desperate need,  I am going to pull a slip  of paper that has a message of hope written on it. DSCN1718 I have one in my jar.  It is from a friend from Kindergarten.  He wrote and told me “Hope is the dream of a soul awake”.  You don’t really think you will find hope from a 50 something man who has a family of his own to worry about.  A man who has a lovely wife and beautiful daughters and well, a life to live.  He stopped for a moment and gave me a sliver of hope.  It was my life line.  I feel like he threw me a life-preserver and by golly,  I am holding fast to that line.  For this moment, it’s all I’ve got, and that is enough.

Hope springs eternal.  I have that written on a slip of paper that I taped to my sewing machine today.  I have been re-reading it.  I am trying, very hard, trying to find my way back to the puddle of hope.  I want to dance and jump in the puddle.  I want to get splashed and wet and a chill from doing a jig in the water.

DSCN1713Yesterday I received my new rain boots.  I thought the color was jaunty, happy.  That was before I needed more.  Today, I have new rain boots that are happy, hopeful and saucy.DSCN1716

Color me hopeful.

good enough

When the weight of the world seems to be weighing me down?  My “perfect” world feels like I have fallen in the dirt in my Sunday dress.  I am feeling upside down and all twisted up.  My answer to beginning a day sobbing in the shower?  Elbow grease & music.  When the work overwhelms me and I am plum tuckered out by trying to vacuum, scrub, rake and sweep my frustrations away, I give up.  I am really hard on myself.  I don’t feel like I measure up sometimes.

It’s like I don’t have the energy to smile.  I have to ask for help.  I have to gently remind myself that I am good enough.  When everything is too much, I have to remember that God thinks I am good enough.  The trick is to convince myself that I AM good enough.  I have to trust that He loves me and that is good enough.

imagesCAXNVWYYThen I somehow found my way to our book shelves……then I spot the colorful spine.  I love SARK.  I love that I LOVE SARK.   I have for years and years, (she said, while twirling her hair).   I have 6 or 7 of her books.  Her books help me, they make me happy.  I have purchased a couple of her posters.  I have little notes on the refrigerator from her.  I have written some of her quotes in my journal.  I have used some of her quotes on this blog.  Somehow, through the pages of a book, she taps me on the head with her glitter covered wand, sometimes, she BAPS me on the head.  I can be a bit stubborn & hard-headed.  Today, she helped me write a LOVE NOTE to myself.  Yes, she did.  I took her advice and wrote to myself.  I really didn’t know what I would say.  It just sort of poured through my pen.  (yes, pen, the sound of a pencil on paper about sends me through the roof, oh that scratchy sound………urgh, it’s a wonder I even made it through school. )imagesCAHFL8O5

Today was meant to be.  I stumbled upon her video.  It is a message from her to me personally (well maybe me & a few hundred thousand other people, but it felt like she was talking directly to me).  She thinks I am good enough. Did you hear that?  She thinks I already have everything I need and I am good enough.

She makes me remember what a good RADIANT person I am.  She reminds me that I have a spirit that I forget to let loose once in a while.  While not Pollyanna, she reminds me there is a heck of a lot of good inside me.  She reminds me to share the good part of me.  She reminds me that I am the complete package.  It’s all in there, I just have to unleash some of the glitter and let it envelop me and get all stuck in my wild curly mocha with cappuccino (that’s what the box called them) highlights.

When all else fails and I am just too moody and blue and grumpy and gruff, her books are what lift me up. She mentors me through her words and art.

I remember that I am amazing and creative and colorful and love to twirl and swirl and that I have a little inner angel clapping for me and encouraging me.  I remember to use my hula hoop, while I let the chickens meander around the yard for a morning stroll. imagesCAJEWL69

When the boys were little, they were allowed to watch a television show or two.  Sometimes, they would say, we’re bored.  What can we do?  Until they were a little older  (one project we did was to write a list of 100 things to do when you are bored and posted it so they could refer to it often)……………..  I would answer them, and you can ask them today…..What would your mom say to you, if you said were bored and wanted something to do?

 If I said it once, I said it over a million times, go paint, color or draw!  Do something, anything!  Our refrigerator, inside of kitchen cupboards, down the hallway, on every bedroom door, on the bathroom mirror, hung art.  Inspiring art.  Good, bad, complex, simple………..we had everyone’s pieces of art.  Mom, Dad, kids, friends that visited…….everyone got a “special” space to use a magnet and put their creation up to display.

While I still love to doodle and draw hearts and swirls, my art is mainly through fabric.  I love to sew and make things.  I love the colors of the fabric and the feel.  I love to make quilts that have a million little parts that somehow make up a big ol’ picture of goodness.  I love the feel of my quilts.  I am using my grace filled special secret quilt right now as I type.  I have it wrapped around me.  I feel better.  I feel like there is enough love to surround me and hold me together until I can get it together myself.

Today, while wrapped in a quilt of goodness,  I am looking for the courage to let loose the wonders that are inside me.   I am headed into the sewing room.  When I am in the sewing room, I am good enough and it feels happy & lovely.

Your dream will wait for you forever, but wouldn’t it be more fun to start living your dream now?  SARK

bubbles contain harmony

While removing as many toxins out of our home as possible, I was holding on, with a death grip, to my fancy schmancy bottle of expensive Bubble Bath.  (She lightly smacks herself in the head with a fluffy feather boa bedecked slipper.)  Why on earth am I choosing to sit and soak in a bath of Sodium Laurel Sulfite?  Yep, even the pricey bubble potions have that nasty chemical in them.  What?  Say goodbye to one of my indulgences?  Audios to slipping into a tub filled way too full with bubbles with delightful scents, and the labels filled with glorious words for releasing stress and tension…. (wonderful copy writers by the way), swirling around my noggin (with my hair curled, piled, pinned and pinned on top of said head)?  in a whiney voice, “I don’t want to”.  bubble bath

In the spirit of sharing and giving and making the world a better, happier, less toxic, stress free, glorious Monday………….I am sharing with you,  my homemade version of pure bliss.

I sort of want to make a delightful, charming, using only lower case letters, label that gently states:

Harmony Bubbles

pure goodness, which you deserve to bathe and splash in, like a beautiful, shimmering, graceful mermaid   

Although I think it would be lovely to own a company (Harmony Bubbles) that sells a private label Bubble Bath of pure goodness (I sort of see all the company tote bags and t-shirts festooned with polka dots/bubbles) …… might take a while to get the license, the trademark, the red tape, the paperwork…………………….

Might be easier, more kind, and much better karma to spend my time today, sharing the recipe with you, so you can make your own.  I used a juice bottle container, I think I bought it at the container store.  I wanted to use a plastic bottle.  No, not because I am all into toxic plastic.  I thought plastic might be a little bit wiser and safer in and around the unforgiving edges of the bathtub.  Slippery mermaid plus glass bubble bath container, might not end well.

Harmony Bubbles  (pure goodness, which you deserve to bathe and splash in like a beautiful, shimmering, graceful mermaid) DSCN1565

16 ounces Dr. Bronner’s, non scented Castile liquid soap, 2 ounces vegetable glycerin, 8 ounces of filtered water, 2 teaspoons sugar, 20 drops of essential oil (I used lavender for this batch).  Mix well until sugar is dissolved, heat is not necessary.  Pour into containers.  I decorated mine with dried lavender and jute.  I am sure your imagination will swirl with possible tie ons.

With all the words swirling and twirling in my head for the past several months, somehow, I have forgotten to focus on my word of the year.  seek.   I love the little plaque in our big bathroom.  seek harmony

Beauty is not something you can count on.  Usually, when people say you are beautiful, it is when there is a harmony between the inside and the outside.  Emmanuelle Beart