Commute, sch’mmute

I had to commute to the office this morning, which always leaves me a bit of a pouty mess. I so rarely have to do it, and now I’m a bit spoiled. Besides, yoga at 4am is sooooo much harder to commit to than yoga at 6am. BUT, since yoga is key to my commuting sanity, I yoga’d it up. It seems I forgot to meditate, however, so there’s something else I will need to tackle tonight. *le sigh* I suppose not coming to work smelling like nag champa incense isn’t a terrible thing.

Shoot, where was I? Oh, right!

I got myself yoga’d and showered and hair styled and makeupped and dressed and green-juiced (and I fed dogs, cats, and chickens, watered my dining room houseplants, and paced aimlessly before I could even force myself out the door). But once I got to my car, something miraculous was waiting for me – ICE on the windshield! Now don’t get me wrong, in a few short months ice on my windshield will be the bane of my existence, but right now, for the very first icy-scrapey noise of the wipers on the glass this season… it’s heaven. Really.

It did remind me that we are going to have to winterize the RV and the pool sooner than later, and while that is a bit sad, it’s also time – time for autumn’s chill and cozy scarves and buckets of chai with coconut cream. Oh, and I’ll be doing a bunch of (vegan, of course) baking to stave off the cold, so I can avoid turning on the furnace for just… a… bit… longer. Not so long that we can see our breath in the air, but for long enough that our bedroom in the morning still kind of feels like waking up in our motorhome. (hee)

Okay, I’m off and running again. At least today will fly past and I’ll be back on the road to home before I even know it. I hope everyone has an amazing day – these days, we all need more of those.


Hope still exists.

I have played things very close to home lately, since the outside world is seeming crazier by the day. Surrounding myself with quiet in the place where love lives feels so fundamentally wise when the world outside has gotten so angry and so ugly.

While the planet seems to be holding its breath to wait for the next shoe to drop, while we all wait along, here is what *I* will do: I will project peace with every breath. I will promote kindness with every deed. I will feed who needs feeding and protect who needs protecting. I will honor ANYONE who is brave enough to kneel when everyone else stands, and anyone who stands when everyone expects them to crumble.

What I know is this: where there is love, where there is compassion, where there is the commonality of our very existence, fortitude may be found and hope still exists.

surely that time is now.

Om Shanti Shanti Shanti Om

That is it for today. Blessings, peace, and love to all.

Restoration and Recuperation

Well, I’ve found myself in a bit of a health pickle this week – nothing major, but definitely unusual for me these days: I. Have. A. Nasty. Cold. After feeling all impervious to cooties, too!

While we all know that colds are caused by a virus, I can’t help but feel the changes in my lifestyle have left me far less susceptible to “bad” germs for quite some time. I mean, germs really hate healthy bodies! So, I will attribute my overall lack of immunity to this particular virus to a gross underachievement of healthy living last week. I ate dairy (yeah, I know…ewww) and I didn’t practice my yoga or meditate. I didn’t swill down a single, solitary veggie juice and my diet was packed full of refined sugars and flour (or at least, “packed full” by my recent lifestyle – I suppose a piece of cake or two isn’t really overindulging by typical American standards, but Oh! The bread!) I DID, however, thoroughly enjoy a visit from my ‘rents (Dad and Bonus Mom), and hanging out with my grandbabies all week, so I suppose the price for all that happiness is relatively minute.

Anyway, after all the lovely loved ones departed on Saturday, Sunday rolled in and I have felt like kuh-RAP ever since (perhaps even deservedly so). My head is throbbing and my throat hurts, I cannot put together a halfway logical thought, and I’m virtually drowning in snot (TMI, sure, but it is what it is). Time for a little TLC, some ginger shots, a bit of carrot/mandarin orange juice, and a whole lot of restorative yoga, my friends.

*fingers crossed all will sort itself out, posthaste!*

I ventured into the realm of grain-based milk a few days ago, and I must admit my first foray has not been a smashing success. I followed all the directions to make oat milk “not slimy,” only to be met with a jar full of something akin to cream-colored phlegm. I mean, after soaking them, I rinsed those oats for what seemed like 30 minutes!

Anyway, I imagine I will try again at some point in the far, far, far distant future, but for now, I’m a bit battle scarred and skeeved out. I’ll be sticking to my tried and true soy-based and nut-based milk for a little while, until all the yuck finally wears off…

Oh! And the good news is that all is not lost – I can still use the “oat milk” in the bath for silky soft skin tonight (because you can bet your ass I’m not going to be drinking it).

Taking it Personally

I’ve noticed for quite some time the increasing entitlement of Americans – this affliction is, in fact, something I’ve struggled with from time to time myself. It’s that whole, “I don’t want to wait; I want what I want and I want it right now, even if it stands in your way of getting whatever it is you want” thing and it’s something I acknowledge and work on consciously. We are all so very, very important to ourselves, are we not?

For instance, have you ever been in the grocery store and someone hasn’t moved quickly enough when you’ve asked, ever so politely three whole times, for them to please excuse you so you can pass by them or so you can look at something they’ve parked their cart in front of and that they aren’t even looking at? I mean, how long does it TAKE to read the label on a box of cereal, and who even DOES that – am I right? So, you either stand there, arms crossed and toe-tapping impatiently, thinking all sorts of awful things (like what a cretin they are for purposely ignoring you, and if only they could have a heart attack right there in front of their stupid Wheaties so you can get on with your busy day), or you stalk off, muttering unpleasantries just loudly  enough so they can hear how unforgivably they’ve inconvenienced you. How DARE they, anyway – don’t they realize how very, very important you are?! Aaaand you end up carrying the indignation with you throughout the store, glaring holes at that person every time you come across them in a new aisle…

Does any of this ring any bells of familiarity?

So, maybe that person IS standing there on purpose to make you wait (they were there FIRST, for Pete’s sake, so WAIT, sucka!). I’ve noticed that Americans have gotten even less kind, less friendly, and more likely to do ugly, spiteful things just for the sake of doing them. We ARE all “the most important person,” after all. Maybe that person honestly didn’t hear you the all those times you politely asked them to move their buns, so it’s all a big misunderstanding. Maybe that person isn’t really in as much of a rush as you are, so they aren’t inclined to move until they’ve finished reading that label, even if it DOES hold you up for 2 whole seconds.

In the instance of any of these “maybes” I set forth this challenge: SO WHAT?

Erm…say what?

True, human beings are a nuisance – a bother, if you will. But as a card holding member of humanity, that means that I’m every bit as annoying to someone else as they are to me (and the same goes for you…and you…and especially you). I’m not the “most important” to anyone but myself, just like whatever it is someone else is doing isn’t really all that important to me. I posit that in general, no one is trying to bug anyone else – we’re just doing our own thing, absorbed in our own version of this world, and not intending to impact anyone else’s day in any way at all. It isn’t intended to be personal, even if it impacts us in a personal way.

Armed with this outlook, I’m more able to let sh*t go, and more able to feel peaceful in situations that otherwise would have made my blood boil. I take a deep breath and I make myself smile and wait patiently for my turn or I smile and come back to the aisle later. The key here is acknowledging the utter lack of my own importance in the grand scheme of things, which makes everything seem so much less serious.


Whew, last week was a whirlwind – on Sunday, my younger daughter was experiencing extreme discomfort with her pregnancy. The doctor asked her to head to the emergency room, and once there, they determined she was suffering with a severe variant of preeclampsia called HELLP Syndrome. Her platelets weren’t allowing her blood to clot, her liver was enlarged, and her blood pressure was 210/130 (really, really bad); if she had waited another day, my story today would be very different. The wonderful doctors and nurses induced her right away (at 34 weeks), and she delivered our newest sweet granddaughter, Paisley, at 12:30pm the next day, weighing in at a diminutive 3 pounds, 15 ounces. The whole thing was touch and go – at one point there was discussion about who to save, mother or child, so we are very fortunate to have both of our sweeties alive and doing as well as they are. And that tiny, tough little girl is simply, inarguably precious.

Today, just over a week later, all I can muster (aside from exhaustion) is gratitude. Thank you, Universe, for protecting them both and allowing us to keep them with us. Thank you. Thank you.

Today is a nearly exhilarating day – we have canceled our subscription to “cable” (Directv)! I mean, yeah, maybe it’s kind of a nutty idea, but we are spending $150 a month for something we just never watch, in addition to our subscriptions to Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Prime, and Sling. If we sit in front of the tube at all, it’s always to watch one of those applications, never cable, so what is the point? It seems any time we even turn a television on, we spend more time bitching about how there is nothing to watch than we do actually watching. Naturally, I had to up our data package with the ISP, and they gave me a TON more data for less than I’m spending NOW! Total score! J

So, now I’m sitting here feeling quite smug (and I’m sure hubby will be slightly panicked, but has agreed that this makes the most sense for us since we’re not using it anyway), and thinking of what I can spend all this extra money on…grandbabies, most likely. Or shoes.

For many reasons, besides telling cable where to go, today is a good day.

Recently, I have felt ever-so-slightly left out in the cold. Vegan friends have looked at me, utterly appalled at my proclamation, so why stop with friends? I’m going to just throw it out here on the World Wide Web for all to see: I hate quinoa. HATE it. With an undying passion.

It isn’t a flavor thing at all – this loathing is based entirely upon appearance because apparently I’m just… that… shallow. I can’t help it. All those weird little squiggles that stick out of the round seed part…GROSS. I can’t get past it – every time I see it, I think of fish eyeballs and then I’m done before I’ve even started.

Sure, perfect plant protein and fiber and minerals and all 9 essential amino acids and blah blah blah…but…yech. I get it – it’s good for you but why does it have to look so wrong?

People who are fans of this heinous little seed throw things at me like, “Well, you haven’t tried it the way *I* make it!” or, “Have you tried cooking it *THIS* super groovy way?” and I’m all, “Hells no. I can’t look at the stuff, so maybe if you hide it in a smoothie, I can choke it down – otherwise, no dice.”

Rave all you want to, I’m not buying it. I guess I’m stuck outside of the cool kids’ clique on this one, because I don’t see me overcoming this aversion anytime soon.




Odds’n’Ends Juice

I was drinking one of my “odds and ends” juices this morning and while frequently I hit a home run with a crazy-random mixture, today’s was less… enticing. I mean, I wouldn’t necessarily call it bad, but I don’t think I will attempt to recapture the ingredients and amounts so I can do it over again. Today’s mishappish-mishmash of leftover misfits was: watermelon, apple, lemon, cucumber, red bell pepper, carrot, and kale. Not terrible, but not exactly special in any way either. The point is, when you’re trying to use up leftovers so you can buy new stuff, you should anticipate an occasional funk-fest (I’ve done a lot worse than this one, believe me). Drink it or compost it, but move on and don’t spend a lot of time obsessing. Who’s got time on their hands for self-defeating commentary – am I right?

As a complete aside, I went to a Mediterranean place for lunch and for some unknown reason, the kid behind the counter always gets really skimpy with the romaine lettuce. Now, I don’t know how anyone else feels about it, but this isn’t supposed to be sprinkles. Count the falafel if you must, but lettuce is cheap and good for you – go crazy.

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