Category Archives: Finding the Balance

In the Summertime

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SADHVI

Let’s face it, the world is crazier than ever.  The genocide in Gaza, the ice caps melting, the ebola virus, the strange world of politics and food and GMO’s, fracking all over, and now, Toledo, Ohio not having any water.  It’s enough to make you want to run and hide, except there is no where to go.  So these days, I am all about creating beauty and being surrounded by things that bring me a certain feeling of joy and bliss.

This Summer has been heavenly in my little corner of the world, and as we float towards Autumn, like some of the crimson leaves that I see drifting from the trees, it’s all so beautiful.

The tomatoes have started to ripen and we’re eating them like bandits enjoying the bounty.  Which makes up for the disappointment of last year with all those weeks of constant rain and not one tomato.

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I have the feeling that it’s all a yin and yang thing, and the iChing that I just now consulted said that is correct 🙂

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The zinnias and cosmos that I planted late, on purpose to feed the bees, are blooming magnificently.

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As I sit here looking out my window to all the flowers that are colored with the light of the sun, the bees and butterflies are all gathering to feed.  Everything feels perfect.  Which is why I plant flowers and food for me and them – because more bliss in these crazy times is what I can contribute to keep the balance.  At least in myself.

I stumbled onto a short little clip that Isabella Rossellini made, about the bees: take a moment out of your crazy day to watch it.

Om Shanti.

Day 2 of My Writer’s Retreat

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Annice

Day two of my writer’s retreat.  Well, that’s what I’m calling it even though it’s not exactly what I planned.  I was supposed to go to Bowers House, a Writers Retreat and Literary Center in Georgia, but given that my husband is still recovering from major back surgery, I felt uncomfortable being so far away – just in case.  So, feeling deprived and sorry for myself, I decided to take the week off anyway and just write at home.

It’s not that I can’t write at home, I do it all the time, but I also do the laundry, organize drawers, clean the closets, clip my dog’s nails – you get the drift.  Did I say I also check my kitchen cupboards to see if all my exotic spices are still in the house just in case I get inspired to make an amazing Indian dish?

While I was gearing up for my make-do “retreat,” my writing mentor and dear friend, Peggy, was going out of town to visit her children the exact week I had to cancel Bowers House.  I know Peggy’s place because my writer’s group meets there every other Tuesday.  It’s only ten minutes from my house but it feels like miles and miles away.  It’s quiet, serene, with cream colored furniture, and best of all there is Gracie,  her pure white cat who thinks she’s a dog.

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Gracie

Wouldn’t Gracie need someone to take care of her?  Yes she would.  What an amazing swap.  I get to write at Peggy’s place all day and leave when I’m ready.  So far, I’ve been going around 10:00 and returning around 7:00. Gracie is happy and I’m ecstatic.  In two days, I’ve revised 12 chapters, and hopefully, I can finish all 25 of them by the end of the week.

In addition, I have given up all household chores, including cooking, so we’re either eating out or bringing in, and the only thing I do in the morning before I leave is walk Terra, our dog.

Oh yeah, look at this little jewel I see in the morning.  A dove has decided to build a nest in a planter near Peggy’s front door.  I’ve watched it grow in just two days.  What a perfect metaphor for my writer’s retreat!

Creating a Nest
Creating a Nest

A Recent Encounter with Vanity: Or All’s Well that End’s Well

Jane It was an important event.  I wanted to look thin in my outfit—well, at least thinner!  I’ve put some weight on recently in reaction to stress. (I try to eat stress away and am surprised every time it doesn’t work.)  So, I squeezed into my Spanx, put on my fancy clothes and heels, and headed off to the gathering of nice people, where I was going to speak about my organization and convince them all to become members!

The evening started out fine.  I nibbled on finger foods and drank a glass of wine.  Then, it came time for my talk.  Standing in front of people like that always makes my heart beat a little faster, so nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first.  I simply started talking and thought, any moment now, I’ll hit my stride and feel comfortable.  But the moment didn’t come. And yet I wasn’t really nervous; I simply could not breathe.  My breath was coming in little gasp between words.  I thought maybe I was having a panic attack.  I talked faster, to try to feel more relaxed.  Things just got worse.  I could feel my face getting hot and flushed.

I looked around the room and could tell from their faces that a few of my friends in the room were a little concerned:  this was not my usual presentation mode!  Then, all at once, there seemed to be no air at all left in my lungs for breathing.  The thought crossed my mind that I might be having a heart attack.  I could picture myself collapsing in front of the gathering and being carried out the kitchen door on a stretcher.  I wondered if it might be a stroke. I wondered if my husband would ever forgive me for working so hard that I died on the job.  I prayed that, if it was a stroke, I would die quickly and not linger for years in a vegetative state while my children came for obligatory visits.

 

Spanx for Men?
Spanx for Men?

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The New Normal, the Oscars, and, I’m Happy!

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Have you noticed how a LOT of people are really into their smartphones these days?  I just got back from Las Vegas, and it was just so weird to see how many folks with their heads down, not relating to the people around them, but deeply into something apparetly very important on their phones.

While walking, waiting in line, eating dinner with other people…it feels not only weird, but sad.  It seems as if the need to escape the moment is so strong.  But wait, isn’t the moment all we have?

Being the curious type, I wanted to see what a table of 3 young men were looking at on their phones while eating.  They were playing games.  Oh, I see.  You’re on vacation and you are sitting with your father, or maybe it’s your grandfather, and you are playing a computer game.  No really, I get it, gaming is so much more important than actually relating.

The most curious thing was that the older man was just sitting there.  I guess it is just enough to be around the younger generation these days because you can’t say anthing: it is their New Normal!

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Watching the Oscars last night with a group of girlfriends was interesting too.  There were some questions that came up during the night, like, how old is Kim Novak, and did she have an accident or just really bad plastic surgery?  Instead of chatting around the group, there was one woman who had her smartphone with her, or should I say, “smart ass” phone, since that’s what these women were calling it, and she would find out the answers.  But while I found it kind of cool, since I haven’t been around this kind of thing before, it was also odd.  I was glad when Eileen spoke up at one point and said, “Hey, I kind of like having some mystery and discussion about things, don’t you all?  I had to agree.

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I had to stop and realize that I am from the time when there was more relating, people didn’t talk so fast, and there wasn’t SOMETHING to do every moment!  And while things ARE changing, and there are things that I don’t understand, it’s OK.

I will close with my favorite song from the Oscars, which did not win.  Oh well, it doesn’t matter, ‘cuz I’m HAPPY.

A Winter Storm, Oh No!

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Friends and loved ones have been calling all day, asking if we’re OK.  The weather is varying to say the least, and while we are getting snow, we aren’t getting the ice that is making a lot of the state and south of us treacherous, so yes, we are OK.

With the media making THE WEATHER one big, bad monster, I just want to say that I love the four seasons, and I love snow.

Especially the kind that makes it look like a New England postcard, the kind that it is coming down covering everything right now.  And the kind that will be gone in a day or so.

The only weather site I will look at is Ray’s Weather, since he is like a big brother (not Big Brother) telling me what to expect, without the fear factor.  Thank you Ray.

It’s quiet out.  No on is on the streets.  Everyone is going to be staying at home tonight, reading, watching movies, coloring, sitting next to a fire with a cat on their lap, and eating some warm and comforting food.  Oh, and we will all sleep in tomorrow morning.  The whole town.  Nice.

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Cleaning up some of my photos this afternoon, I came across the ones from the Beach taken this past October.  I loved looking at them, and remembering…

The feel of the water on my bare feet, and the quiet that I felt with the sound of the ocean around all the time.

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall.

Yeah, I love it all.

(Hey, I think I just wrote a poem 🙂 )