tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63480317758164591282024-02-19T17:19:21.056-08:00Wordy GirlA wandering heart
A soulful sound
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Finding my wayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-60546002808315653942017-02-19T14:57:00.001-08:002017-02-19T14:57:49.562-08:00Sleep While I Drive<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gg7GXzwO0r4" width="459"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-76803663342356624872015-05-31T11:03:00.001-07:002015-05-31T11:03:33.942-07:00Simply love Organic: It's Sunday morning and the sun is peeking from be...<a href="http://simplyloveorganic.blogspot.com/2015/05/its-sunday-morning-and-sun-is-peeking.html?spref=bl">Simply love Organic: It's Sunday morning and the sun is peeking from be...</a>: It's Sunday morning and the sun is peeking from behind it's sweater. I keep hoping the sweaters will come off her smile and we can b...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-20642310301869615832015-05-31T11:00:00.000-07:002015-05-31T11:01:48.196-07:00It's Sunday morning and the sun is peeking from behind it's sweater. I keep hoping the sweaters will come off her smile and we can bask in her light for a little while. In the meantime I am layered. A t-shirt with the words "your kidding, right?" a jacket with some Aerie lettering and polka dots in the hood. A baseball cap covering some deep graying at the temples. I am in a place in my journey where I can't put another chemical on my head. I went gray in my 20's. It's been a lifetime of purchasing colors. A lifetime of sitting miserably in a shower trying not to breathe until the toxic stuff can be washed away. Then an itchy scalp follows for a day until 6 weeks have past and it needs to be done again. I think it's time to accept myself. I think it's time to realize what 60 looks like after a lifetime of suffering. I'm done trying to impress. Except maybe my beloved and he likes the grey. (He is a little crazy that way) So I am walking the trail beside the creek and I am loving the sounds and the smells of a forest after the rain. It's my ritual, this creek and I. I meet Sammy, a beautiful scarred rescue and his "Mama" Lizbeth some days, and we catch up and share snippets before we carry on in our exercise time. Today, I am alone except for a girl. She looks to be about 15 and she is swinging wildly on the swing set. Pumping her legs hard, her hair is flying back and forth and her face is tipped to the skies and she is smiling. It's a joyous sight to see and suddenly I want to join her. To take my pain wracked spirit and squeeze my 60 year old behind into a child's seat. "Hi," I smile at the girl "Isn't it magical to swing like that?" She smiles at me with the joy of an opening flower. "It is!" she cries loudly and I don't want to frighten her off her joy by asking if I can join her, not with all of the messages now of DON"T entertain a stranger. So I walk off...daydreaming of the skies coming closer. The crows along the trail are mocking me, a large old dog comes and takes a giant crap in front of me. I am all of that in my thoughts. "What is so wrong with speaking to a child?" I think. So I turn back towards the playground, my heart beating a little harder in anticipation of meeting again. The swings are quiet, the girl has left. I walk slowly towards the swings and squeeze my hips between the sides of a blue seat. I begin to push off the sand and my feet start to rise. The spirit of my child comes shyly from within and the soles of my feet pump up into the sky. I feel the earth, I hear the sounds of my childhood and I pump harder. My stomach is flipping and I remember that too. The sun is removing her sweater and my face is tipped towards the glory. I am for a moment in time 8 again. I swing and I pump and my heart is light and missing a beat and I am in some pretty beautiful joy. All 60 years of pain is flying in the seat of a blue swing, size child.<br />
The sun puts on her sweater again and I feel acutely the pain in my hips and I stop abruptly.<br />
The old dog meets me with a large wag of his tail and he and I slowly make our way back to our homes. I am suddenly lighter, younger in my heart. Full of something I had forgotten.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-12944388645143830642015-05-29T15:27:00.001-07:002015-05-29T15:27:54.651-07:00Sometimes I think whats the point?It's dark and chilly and summer has not made known her heat. I am in a sweatshirt after an evening stroll with a tired husband and a band of deer as witness. It's my way to question this new life. I don't go easily to places that seal me in dirt and whip me with hair across my blood shot eyes.<br />
So I write out my journey and I post it on social pages and I get absolutely no comments of any kind and I think "what's the point?" You hear of Bloggers who tear up the worldwide web with their brilliance or whatever magic they spin to make a million readers come and listen to what they have to say. I am lucky if I get one comment or one person following me. Yet I win awards and get published and sit alone in my new "normal" land of discontent and long to sit across a table breaking bread with a fellow writer and share our sonnets or our stories among glasses of red wine and checkered table cloths that lay across my grandmothers old table.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-28007530707362828952015-05-29T15:15:00.001-07:002015-05-29T15:15:29.080-07:00Simply love Organic: The created earth is crying out. It's in some deep...<a href="http://simplyloveorganic.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-created-earth-is-crying-out.html?spref=bl">Simply love Organic: The created earth is crying out. It's in some deep...</a>: The created earth is crying out. It's in some deep distress and we don't hear. There are those of us who cry out on the behalf of ...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-56034143085508175972015-05-29T15:13:00.000-07:002015-05-29T15:13:36.910-07:00"Lucy your in a lot of trouble"The earth is in some deep distress. Crying out, the warnings are everywhere. We turn our backs, spray our children, kill our animals, destroy our forests, scalp the lands. We over consume and under restore. There is no end in sight and if we don't stop we will awaken one day to a <b style="font-style: italic;">silent spring. </b>We post signs to NOT help our fellow man.<br />
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If we forget we belong to one another we have lost all love. If we forget we are all connected we will lose all nourishment and die.</div>
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I am a sojourner of the lost</div>
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I am a weeping woman for a dying child</div>
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I am an angry cry for the injustices</div>
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and there are voices rising in the wilderness calling out that the time has come.</div>
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The masses are not listening.</div>
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The masses are not caring</div>
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The created earth is crying out. It's in some deep distress and we don't hear. There are those of us who cry out on the behalf of the dying and we face the indifference of the masses.<br />
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I am woman on her knees<br />
I am a woman crying out<br />
I am a woman who's home is the sky<br />
who's home is the land<br />
who's home is the sea.<br />
I am a woman who has bent low<br />
as the earth is bent low<br />
I am that woman<br />
who silently screams in her pain<br />
from the chemical load<br />
(a lying believable thing)<br />
as birds fall from the sky<br />
and oil spills into a dolphins home<br />
and they die.<br />
We will fight the masses<br />
with everything we have<br />
to point the way<br />
and the earth cries out<br />
and the land is scraped barren<br />
and the children are sprayed<br />
and the world spins on it's axis<br />
and the masses hang up there shingles<br />
and turn a deaf ear.<br />
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If we forget we belong to one another there can be no peace.<br />
If we forget we belong to another there will never be love.<br />
I cry out to a God above<br />
All knowing and all loving<br />
yet so unfair in his touch.<br />
Some are blessed and some are cursed.<br />
Some are healthy and some are crushed.<br />
I am a woman on bended knee<br />
crying out for relief.<br />
The earth cries out and I hear it's cry.<br />
The earth cries out and I hear it's plea. I am a woman<br />
Just a small and bent woman<br />
Joining my cries with those of the skies.<br />
With a child dying<br />
I am a child<br />
gone wild<br />
in grief and in dreams<br />
Please hear our cries<br />
Please lift our voices<br />
before it's too late.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-40429237529984907742014-09-08T04:02:00.001-07:002014-09-08T04:02:39.405-07:00I'm Just A Girl<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/RVPiU_nrOoo" width="459"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-75611274115559927272014-09-08T03:58:00.001-07:002014-09-08T03:58:51.505-07:00River High<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/9Z0CmJFqbhk" width="459"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-66338567952561243232014-09-06T04:23:00.001-07:002014-09-06T04:23:41.083-07:00Guided Exercise: Belly Breath<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/qmNfv849TXg" width="459"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-86531703651789803082014-09-06T04:14:00.001-07:002014-09-06T04:14:37.434-07:00Anxiety Relief Practice<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/q2_UfFIszkY" width="459"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-62242144652752884522014-04-26T20:39:00.001-07:002014-04-26T20:39:35.792-07:00Simply love Organic: Life is only a reflection<a href="http://simplyloveorganic.blogspot.com/2014/04/life-is-only-reflection.html?spref=bl">Simply love Organic: Life is only a reflection</a>: The moon catches the field bunny as she scurries to safety in the barn. An owl watches her from the top of the pole but does not desire to p...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-2007576590248867132014-04-26T20:38:00.000-07:002014-04-26T20:38:41.353-07:00Life is only a reflectionThe moon catches the field bunny as she scurries to safety in the barn. An owl watches her from the top of the pole but does not desire to partake of her. She will live to see another day.<br />
Life is only a reflection.<br />
A tiny moon dance between the bunny and the owl. Nothing wasted, nothing needed. They do not needlessly kill, these animals of truth. They are not like us.<br />
We lash at our reflections<br />
see less than joy in our hearts<br />
and blame another.<br />
We eat without hunger<br />
and grow sick.<br />
We weaken when we compare ourselves to another.<br />
As if we hold up a mirror to another's faults and failings<br />
and cloak our own under the dark of night.<br />
We are only a reflection of our truth.<br />
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When God enters into me and I reflect his love<br />
The world opens with arms that splay joy<br />
smiles brightly<br />
treads tenderly upon the earth<br />
gives and does not squander<br />
not any piece of love<br />
all wrapped in his glory.<br />
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The spirit of ecstasy will carry me<br />
as Life is only a reflection<br />
of what we carry within.<br />
I will not hold a bright light to your wounds<br />
I will not expose you to the shame<br />
I will only shelter you in the midst<br />
of your deepest pain.<br />
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When I see that which disgusts me in you<br />
I carry that within me<br />
like a wild untamed shadow<br />
waiting for the right directive of circumstance<br />
to implode the underbelly of scarred truth<br />
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We are the same<br />
and life is only a reflection of our truth waiting to be revealed.<br />
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You will turn your hand up to mine and I will lay it gently down<br />
and the moon will capture in our eyes<br />
truth revealed.<br />
Time heals<br />
Skin to skin<br />
we reflect<br />
upturned hearts<br />
and roads less traveled.<br />
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And the owl watches the night unfold.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-26724823796824355972014-04-26T19:13:00.001-07:002014-04-26T19:13:38.500-07:00Simply love Organic: The quiet in open spaces<a href="http://simplyloveorganic.blogspot.com/2014/04/the-quiet-in-open-spaces.html?spref=bl">Simply love Organic: The quiet in open spaces</a>: In the house In the house is the man who calls me "his girl", who put his toil and his dreams for a better life to the test wi...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-36787147670331678112014-04-26T19:04:00.001-07:002014-04-26T20:16:03.831-07:00The quiet in open spaces<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In the house is the man who calls me "his girl", who put his toil and his dreams for a better life to the test with the likes of me, now lays sleeping, dark circles of wonder around his eyes he frowns consistently in his dreams. I am the bearer of his "Frustration" </div>
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I see blue birds as bright as any blue I have ever seen making nests out of straw in the eves of the house. They flash from our lone pine tree to the eve and disappear into a tiny hole they call "home". The wind is roaring past me as I step out the twenty steps to "my home." I climb into the 36 feet of moving wonder, complete with a kitchen and a bath so tiny even I cannot sit down in it. It shelters me from the house that is still making my body rash, heat and hot and my stomach cramp and turn to glass if I stay too long. I am thankful for it all but in the whipping, punishing wind that takes my breath and my voice and throws it to the next county. I lose heart to revisit grace. </div>
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This has been a punishing year.</div>
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I lay at night under the stars and listen to the chorus of frogs in the distance. They mesmerize me, this symphony of stars and frogs. I drift into sleep and abruptly come to awareness as the flashes of loves lost come parading behind my eyes.</div>
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A mother, a brother, a friend. A child, a home, my health, my dreams gone in a year. I am stunned as if bitten by a serpent named death, destruction and losses. Can I live behind the veil of GOD being loving and still allowing that? </div>
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I want the distraction of the city noise and the sirens blasting and the children crying and the neighbor sneezing and I cannot live there anymore. My body, broken in ways that came from "Modern weapons of war" on the health of the planet with names like Round Up and Agent Orange and Monsantos and chemicals. Silent Spring By Rachel Carson comes flooding back. I am living her vision of death and suffering. Like a permanent scar I cannot breathe any more of the chemicals released, sprayed and used on a daily basis, for an ignorant and greedy gaggle of sheep who want lazy instead of safe. My mom lived in the midst of beauty and poisons and they killed her. Cancer. I can still see her face in the final moments of her life on earth. Death is not pretty. Her death was better than most and still I am haunted with her mouth gaping open, the death rattle in her chest. I bolt upright in my bed and try not to remember. I cannot look at the deaths and smile anymore. I can only force myself to listen to my heart pounding in my chest and wrench open the door and move out under the stars and hear the quiet in open spaces. </div>
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This was not what I prayed for.</div>
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These losses, this pain, this "sentence" to live in wide open spaces, next door to my man instead of next to him under blankets of peace and marital bliss. Life is a mystery. God is not defined and I am hearing the shouts of a half mad women living on the prairie with the wind whipping her hair across her face like a weapon.</div>
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I will sit here, long after the moon has crossed the sky listening, straining to hear from GOD. Does he not wish to answer me the longing cry of my heart? <i>Is his silence</i> a storm that I am in the eye of? It's the in-between that the madness occurs. Walking country roads sobbing my eyes out as bewildered calves look over at me with sad eyes. No one else to hear the tears. </div>
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Quiet in the open spaces.</div>
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I will return to sanity I know. One day the punishing winds will stop. One day the flowers and green of the valley will rise from the prairie brown. One day I will hear a still small voice call my name. The memory of those gone will bring a smile and not a cry. One day the house will become a home. One day the quiet in the open spaces will be the ease of my heart.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-6589155042738040332014-04-17T17:30:00.005-07:002014-04-17T17:30:36.451-07:00Simply love Organic: A Thousand Soaring birds<a href="http://simplyloveorganic.blogspot.com/2014/04/a-thousand-soaring-birds.html?spref=bl">Simply love Organic: A Thousand Soaring birds</a>: A thousand soaring birds of flight coming into the fields of early light their wings are illuminated as they come a thousand upon the fro...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-14364260993902870922014-04-17T17:30:00.003-07:002014-04-17T17:30:24.745-07:00Simply love Organic: Power up your brain<a href="http://simplyloveorganic.blogspot.com/2014/04/power-up-your-brain.html?spref=bl">Simply love Organic: Power up your brain</a>: We are all in need in our high tech, never ending stimulus lives of a "Brain tune up !" While occasional memory lapses are normal...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-765498513779683072014-04-17T17:30:00.001-07:002014-04-17T17:30:11.574-07:00Simply love Organic: Whippin Wind<a href="http://simplyloveorganic.blogspot.com/2014/04/whippin-wind.html?spref=bl">Simply love Organic: Whippin Wind</a>: I am learning to get up before dawn and begin my walk. I can see the tiny lights of Jupiter and Mars in the horizon. I can hear the sounds o...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-65573343241306561602014-04-17T17:29:00.001-07:002014-04-17T17:29:54.931-07:00Simply love Organic: This is just a test<a href="http://simplyloveorganic.blogspot.com/2014/04/this-is-just-test.html?spref=bl">Simply love Organic: This is just a test</a>: What word say's it all for you? One word. ___________ You fill in the blank. What one word says it all for you? Is it your kid, o...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-46503132411382160972014-04-17T17:28:00.001-07:002014-04-17T17:28:48.882-07:00This is just a test<br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><u>What word say's it all for you? </u></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><u>One word.</u></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><u>___________</u></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><u><br /></u></span>
<span style="color: #444444;">You fill in the blank. What one word says it all for you?</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">Is it your kid, or your faith or your job or your dream or your animal. What word would you use to sum up your life. The deepest place inside of you that guides everything you do? What or who is your compass? Who or what motivates you to do what you do?</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">It's a deep question.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;">This is a test you know.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">Life</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">We have been given One life and time is running out.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">What's the word?</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-20096050549219190382014-04-04T10:36:00.001-07:002014-04-04T10:37:42.502-07:00Whippin WindI am learning to get up before dawn and begin my walk. I can see the tiny lights of Jupiter and Mars in the horizon. I can hear the sounds of deer in the forest tree's and owls foraging the prairie by moonlight. I find my way in dawns early light by talking out loud to God and sorting through the jumbled up mess that I am coming to know as my mind. The Bible says "We have the mind of Christ." <br />
(Selah) I am stuck there because I am pretty sure the Savior of the world didn't think like me.<br />
My mind sounds like an odd assortment of thoughts that come out of left field with such negativity I am not sure who I have become. Thoughts like "What's for dinner? <em>RU kidding me it's Dawn for Pete's sake! "</em> How are you going to pay for that bill that is late? What did the Dr say again? That deer is looking at you like lunch.." <em>What? Deer don't eat meat stupid. Stupid? I am NOT stupid.</em><br />
Unbelievable! No wonder I have such a struggle with my life! I can't seem to focus anymore and to think two positive thoughts in a row cramps my brain.(Selah) Which by the way means pause on that.<br />
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Ok, here goes, I am going to blame my crazy thoughts on the wind. That's right the wind. Not the gentle breeze on a summer day kind, but the <u><em>whip</em></u> you senseless kind. The grit in your eyes, pushing you down, taking your feet out from under you, throwing stock tanks across the prairie landscape kind. The kind that slams into your house and bangs on everything that is not nailed securely down. The kind that takes parts of your house and leaves it a 1/4 mile down the road. The kind of wind that can and will take your breath away and maybe your first born if your not careful. I have had a lot of time to think about the wind since I moved out here to the barren prairie. My first thought would be "<em>What did I do to make GOD mad?"</em> But then I thought "No don't take it personally. I am pretty sure the wind has been a factor out in this forsaken neck of the woods (actually very little woods out here) for a really long time. I just happen to be the poor smuck who had to move to the other side of the planet (<em>Now I am sounding dramatic</em>) but the wind will do that to you. This kind of wind has just about driven me as mad as the poor sisters who came before me. Pioneer women with a LOT more to complain about. I am pretty sure if we were privy to their private thoughts their minds were hollering pretty loudly too. I believe they called it <strong>Prairie Madness. </strong>I sort of picked up the mad part (Just ask me husband) <br />
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So that's my vent from the wild wild prairie. A city woman gone wild. <br />
Don't believe me?<br />
Here is a picture of our land.<br />
Nothing to stop that damn wind.<br />
Except a new fence that we bought last week.<br />
I'll keep you posted on how that works.<br />
Maybe a valium would work better.<br />
Just sayin<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-19926840992455608672014-04-04T06:56:00.001-07:002014-04-04T10:05:44.249-07:00Power up your brainWe are all in need in our high tech, never ending stimulus lives of a<strong> "Brain tune up</strong>!" While occasional memory lapses are normal when we get under a lot of stress our brain appears to "Go on vacation!" After Menopause the ability to retain information becomes more difficult but there are things we can do to help.<br />
<u>Build your B's</u>! When people with memory difficulties consumed more B6, B12 and Folic acid their accuracy on cognitive testing improved by as much as 70%! Eat three to 4 servings of green vegetables, beans and I recommend a sublingual B12 because we often lose our ability to absorb this vitamin through foods. A general B complex from Natural sources is helpful as well! <br />
<u>Drink and Hydrate</u> your brain with fresh vegetable juices and water! Our brains exhibit clearly when we become even a little bit dehydrated. Try to consume half your body weight in fluids per day and when exercising heavily even more. By the time you are thirsty you are mildly dehydrated. Sipping fluids thru-out the day is best.<br />
<u>Enjoy fats!</u> Omega 3's are fats known to lower levels of <em>Beta-amyloid</em> (A protein linked with Alzheimer's) by 30%. Walnuts, Flaxseeds and Avocados are great sources as are sardines.<br />
Purple fruits have compounds called <em>Anthocyanins</em> which defends the brain against free radicals. Free Radicals are very dangerous for the body and the brain. Concord grapes and blueberries are known to bring major gains in brain function for students in a study on short term memory.<br />
<u>Regular walking and breaking a sweat</u> is as good for you as it is for the heart. Your brain starts to lay down new connective messaging between brain cells and age related brain shrinkage is reduced. <br />
Sleep is improved and when the body is rested the brain works more efficiently.<br />
<u>Do something new and differently every day!</u> The brain loves to "figure things out" and grows lazy when not stimulated. So learn new things, drive a different route to work, brush your teeth with your other hand, do a crossword, write a letter, paint a picture. Change it up! Your brain is counting on it!<br />
<u><strong>Minimize chemicals in your life</strong></u>. Buy organic foods and use organic products in your home and beauty. NEVER use an herbicide (weed killer) or pesticide (bug killer) as they are the single MOST harmful chemicals to the brain and nervous system. The increase in neurological diseases is up by 100% from decades prior to chemicals being introduced. Our children and grand children need us to stop using chemicals in our daily life!<br />
<u>Avoid Iron and copper</u> in your supplements. Cook with glass or stainless steel and do not use Aluminum foil ever! These minerals can become toxic and produce high levels of free radicals when taken in excess. If you are low in Iron it is found in many foods and absorbed more efficiently through foods than supplements.<br />
<u>Find an essential oil that makes you feel good and use it</u>! For me it's lavender while my husband loves Jasmine. Whatever brings a calm to your spirit and body and a smile on your face use it!<br />
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Last but never least is prayer and gratitude. The brain responds to thoughts and beliefs in powerful ways. Be thankful and breathe in gratitude for anything that you can think of. It will clear a fuzzy, depressed mind when done daily.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-41386368083328344242014-04-03T09:56:00.000-07:002014-04-04T10:06:44.304-07:00A Thousand Soaring birdsA thousand soaring birds of flight<br />
coming into the fields of early light<br />
their wings are illuminated as they come<br />
a thousand upon the frozen ground<br />
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They bring in every sway of dance<br />
the truth of a creator who calls them home<br />
Amidst the noise of city dwellings<br />
cars and horns and indifferent fellows<br />
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I see their strength in numbers of love<br />
following one another in patterns of arrows<br />
pointing the way to home and when one wearies<br />
grows tired of the journey<br />
and falls back<br />
another will come and support the effort<br />
together they carry on to the next earthly night<br />
resting side by side<br />
in fields under stars<br />
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To awaken before dawn and carry their hearts<br />
towards the day<br />
together <br />
a thousand upon the frozen ground<br />
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they will rise ever onward<br />
a thousand soaring birds<br />
in early light<br />
Crowns the earthAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-67714789076512638522014-04-03T06:56:00.001-07:002014-04-04T10:07:34.395-07:00The Toxic Truth - Essanté Organics.com/doctorlynn <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/_7xRAR4-QAI" width="480"></iframe><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348031775816459128.post-91480113803423285382014-03-27T19:28:00.000-07:002014-04-04T10:08:27.694-07:00Who is Monsanto? Why should we care.Roundup herbicide<br />
Agent Orange<br />
PCBs<br />
GMO seeds<br />
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These may not seem related but they all have something in common:<br />
Monsanto<br />
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<strong>Monsanto by the numbers</strong>:<br />
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<strong>2011 NET sales $11.8 billion</strong><br />
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<strong>Top Products:</strong><br />
Roundup and Harness herbicides, corn seeds, soybean seeds, cotton seeds, vegetable seeds, insect-repellent cotton and corn<br />
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<strong>Global Facilities: </strong>404 facilities in 66 countries across 6 continents<br />
<strong>Global Reach:</strong> In 2009 Monsanto products were grown on more than 282 million acres worldwide with 40% of the US crops.<br />
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<strong>U.S. Political Campaign Contributions (2000-2012) </strong>$829,662<br />
<strong>U.S. Lobbying Expenditures (2000-2012)</strong> $62,356,730.00<br />
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Monsanto has extensive patents on GE seeds and traits which ensures the companies legal rights to sure farmers for any assumed patent violations. Farmers who buy Monsanto seeds are "Locked into a technology use guide" agreement which stipulates that farmers may not save any seeds for commercial use. The agreement allows Monsanto to investigate farmers fields at any time and has filed lawsuits against American farmers as of 2010 400 farmers and 53 business's were brought to trial. They also have bedfellows in Congress who once worked exclusively for Monsanto. They are deciding the safety measures for our food sources and supplies freedoms to Monsanto against law suits from the known public who have been injured by their products by passing legislation protecting Monsanto. While many European countries have BANNED GMO's America is increasing the use every year. In 2009 93% of soybeans and 80% of corn was grown with GMO seeds. <br />
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Please pass this knowledge and your thoughts and outrage to the Congress who need to stand up to this monster company. Our lives and the lives of children and generations to come, not to mention the bee's and the birds and the water is at stake.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13975461127014801139noreply@blogger.com0