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Sadhvi Sez “Adieu”!

Sadhvi
Sadhvi

While it’s been wonderful to share what’s  been going on in my world all these years, I don’t feel like sharing anything of me anymore.

So after more than 5 years and 210 posts, it’s time for me to leave Oops50.

Call it a coincidence, but The New York Times had an article recently on blogging burnout, and there is even a new word to describe it called “slog”.  Maybe that’s all it is; I’m just tired of sharing my world, myself…

I want to let all of you faithful fans know that it has been a pleasure to share with you things that mattered to me during this time of my life.  And to wish the women of Oops50 much success!

I’ll leave you with one last clip from a man named Vereesh (see below), and wishes for Peace, Love, And the Pursuit of Happiness to you all.

The First Heavenly Blue Morning Glory, and New Chicks

Sadhvi
Sadhvi

Every summer I wait and wonder if my favorite morning glory will appear.

There are many of the deep purple “Grandpa Ott’s” and the pink “Carolina Morning” variety, as well as lots of white and light blue ones with blue stripes that start to bloom very early in the season. They are lovely, but by this time of the year I am pulling them out because they start to take over.

There is only one that truly makes my heart beat fast, and that one starts to open at the end of summer.  It’s called “Heavenly Blue”, for a reason.

Oh! "Heavenly Blue"!
Oh! “Heavenly Blue”!

I saw the first one by the chicken run the other day and it made me feel so happy…that shade of blue, its unreal!  Even if I am stressed and in a hurry or having a time keeping up with things, or missing something or someone, I have no choice but to stop and stare at “that blue” and fall into the moment.

When it was time for our “Sally” hens to be “harvested” a few weeks ago, I decided that I would be able to do something that I was not able to do with the previous 3 flocks we’ve had,  and that is, to eat them.

I can’t do the actual killing, and I can’t even be around the killing of them, but really, since I am a meat-eater I should be all right with eating them, right?  Some of my friends find that thought horrifying!  I also have friends who cannot stand having the bones in the meat they eat because it reminds them that they are eating what was once a living animal.  But really that is what eating meat is!  We couldn’t have loved our hens any more than we did; we fed them homemade organic kefir and organic feed and scratch, and since they had to die one day, I believe they would want us to eat them!

I went back and forth as to whether or not we should get another batch of chicks, because I feel like we’re getting older, and I know that I might have to clean out their house once, plus maybe I don’t want to get attached to another batch of hens.  In the end, I found myself calling McMurray Hatchery to place another order of “Black Star” hens.

Here is how they looked on July 21st when they arrived by post.

Then they started to get bigger and a few days ago I took a video of them coming out of their house.  I decided to name them “Shanti” instead of “Sally” (my mom’s name) since I think it is good to say the word “peace” as often as possible these days.

For the next 2-3 years, these hens will be part of our lives, and I’m OK with that idea.  Plus, I cannot wait until they start laying eggs because once you have had fresh eggs, it is not easy to eat any others.  Om Shanti!

To Shop or Not to Shop On-line: What do you do?

Annice
Annice

To Shop or Not to Shop On-line – That is the Question? I am not an on-line shopper – at all.  However, after spending an evening with several female friends (they know who they are) I’m wondering if I should be.  Over dinner, they listed all the advantages:  time saved; never running out of things; catching some great deals; and of course they never pay shipping.  So there I sat eating my Salad Niçoise at the Laughing Seed with two nicoisewomen I admire and respect trying hard to figure out what’s up with me that I don’t shop on-line.  Weeks rolled by, and I forgot all about that conversation until I grabbed my must-have Deva (curly) hair product only to realize I couldn’t squeeze out one more drop, and I did not have another one stashed away in my closet.  I’d have to live with a bad hair day for sure.  Digging deeper into this 21st century  phenomenon, I started thinking about my big aversion to shopping on-line is and why I find it all so overwhelming.

Deva
Deva

For starters, I’m on the computer much of my day at work, and then again in my spare time at home working on my book whenever I can, so getting back on the computer to shop doesn’t excite me.  It’s not that I’ve never shopped on-line.  I admit to buying presents at holiday time for out of town family and friends because I hate packing up presents not to mention the waiting in line at the post office during Christmas time. Another reason I hate shopping on-line is all the popcorn, bubble wrap, shredded paper and boxes I have to deal with from my husband who does shop on-line. The packaging spills all over the kitchen and then it piles up in the garage where I then have to nag my husband to break it all down and schlep it to the recycling bins across town.  All that packaging can’t be good for the environment and then what about the carbon footprint?  Besides, I still like to touch things and try things on and neither my feet nor my body always fit into the same size.  And returns?  I really hate that too, re-wrapping and taking it to the post office.

Last Saturday, I was out doing errands – a lot of errands.  I think I spent close to 4 hours driving all over town to Trader Joe’s, Pet Smart, the dry cleaners, and worst of all to the Mall to get the Deva product I had run out of, and then finally to the kitchen store to get the Veggetti Spiral Vegetable Slicer Cutter (millions sold in Europe) and I got to thinking veggie cutterabout my two smart friends who said they save SOOOOOOOOOOO much time, and what about the price of gas? It’s a dilemma for me.  So, what do YOU do?  Any advice?

Sadhvi Sez: “The Hundred Foot Journey” and, it’s still Summer

Sadhvi
Sadhvi

Summer is not over yet, but seeing all that Halloween stuff in the stores, you might think it’s just around the corner – it is not!  It is still summer, and only on Tuesday, September 23rd will I start to think it’s Fall!

I love summer, and this one has been pretty dreamy, but a lot hotter than I can remember.  Has anyone noticed how stressed out people are these days?  Everyone seems to be jacked up on Mountain Dew or something!  Or maybe because it’s getting hotter.

I don’t know about you, but I have given up on being freaked out or surprised by things these days.

I also have given up on trying to figure people out.  I am sure there are lots of folks out there on drugs and meds, in pain, or having a hard time, so my heart is wide-open like Our Lady of Guadalupe.

oops50 hundred foot Being “over the hill” and not knowing how much time I have left, I’ve decided to try enjoying my life.  I know, I know, I should have been doing that for a long time now.  But I happen to be a work-a-holic, and love to create things, which means, I am almost always doing something.  Always.

So taking the time out to go see a movie once in a while is really good for my soul.

There are SO MANY movies to choose from!  To make it easy to pick just one good one, I am going to let you in on one that you MUST see: “The Hundred Foot Journey”.  It takes place in a small French village, and it is, well, I don’t want to tell you anything about it, just go see it!

I hope you are enjoying what is left of summer, and this beautiful life.

Advice From My Italian Bodyworker

Terri Crosby
Terri Crosby

 

So I showed up for my massage appointment with Giuseppe, he took one look at me and said with a twinkle, “How are you?”

I replied, “I’m fine.”

And then the l-a-a-a-a-a-u-g-h-i-n-g began!

It really can be fun to tell a lie, knowing it’s a lie, and knowing that the other person can feel it coming — that whatever is about to come out of your mouth at that moment will have not a shred of truth in it!  It’s fall down funny, or at least that’s how it struck the two of us.

This was after I left the house and my partner Eric remarked, “Sweetheart, you seem pretty uptight… is there anything I can do for you?”

Alas.  Apparently, it was clear to everyone around me that I had my underwear in a bundle about something or other.

Giuseppe
Giuseppe

So Giuseppe said, “Whatever it is, you ought to just breathe about it.” 

(Less thinking.  More breathing.  Hey, this could be good.)

And then Giuseppe got out his big giant rolling pin arms and rolled the stress right on out of me.

Since then, I’ve been practicing “just breathe about it.”  Meaning don’t think about it  — breathe about it.  It so happens that you can’t think and breathe (consciously breathe) at the same time.

It’s a great phrase, really.  Easy to remember.  And do-able.

If you decide to give this “just breathe about it” idea a whirl this week, please let me know how it goes.  Maybe we’ll all sleep more soundly and wake up ready for the world.

Aaaahhh!  Now that’s better!

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I live in Hendersonville, NC in the Blue Ridge Mountains with Eric, my partner of 14 years, two cats and a dog, and as many flowers and vegetables as I can plant.

I am in favor of wandering time in the morning with a steaming cup of coffee in my hands as birds call to each other in the woods all around me.  Making fresh food is one of life’s big yummy pleasures, along with singing – especially creating heavenly, improvisational, prayerful, meditational sound.  It is my experience that children are born to teach (remind) parents, not the other way around.  I believe that Poet Mary Oliver writes the best bedtime stories available on Earth.  

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