I grabbed one of my many notebooks the other day as I prepared to go to a meeting about a mural project. I recently pulled many of my art boxes out in preparation of an upcoming festival (my art business is currently composed of large plastic tubs while we try to convince someone they want to buy our home). So, the notebook I grabbed was one I haven’t looked through in awhile. I enjoy going back and reading my thoughts. There is an enumerable amount of notebooks filled with many musings. I have told my husband that if I die before him, he must try to put my thoughts together somehow, but after my findings the other day, I may just begin sharing all that I find. Here is my little gem from the other day. You are going to have to let go Be yourself Open up Grab your muse Let it light your path And bring you into its grasp Get on a wild tangent Get past the smoke and mirrors Let the lies drop by your side Get off and leave the train There is no reason to hide Traces left behind…blown away Halt the sway Lifting, I think about the things you’ve said I think about the things you did You did help to bring about a greatness I can’t live without You are a living sentiment You brought from me my commitment I hated to say goodbye, but it was time to move in another direction A greatness with one day surface from a seed that was placed You will one day appreciate love of life and experience My greatness one should not underestimate I miss your face and sometimes Contemplate…
My husband moved up in the world of business about a year and a half ago. We did like most Americans and began spending more money. We decided to expand our family. We bought a new vehicle, and we decided to buy a larger house….this on top of just spending for spending’s sake.
Then we stopped ourselves and my husband quit his job on Friday after a culmination of synchronistic events.
Because he wanted to stay at home more. We need him and he wants to be with us. Yes, I do have an art business I run out of my home, but it is still scary as hell moving away from an 8:30-6:30 job. (Screw this 9-5 nonsense, he was always away longer)
I really appreciate the following article for its candidness. I promise to update you on my husband’s antics at home. He has been home for only a few days straight and already my baby’s first words are dada…go figure.
Have you quit you day job?
I want to know gory details.
I was prompted this morning to share this with you guys…
Actually I was prompted about this time last year to share this story, but I have been reluctant to put a face to my poop story.
I get it; poop is icky stuff brimming with bacteria that can cause the worst retching this side of Texas. It is private and not socially acceptable to speak about poop, but why is it not acceptable? Toddlers certainly have no qualms about poop. They are definitely proud of anything they create, and poop is their creation. Creating to them is still magical and mysterious. Think about how proud mothers are who birthed a child…to a toddler they are birthing this strange stuff every day. They are not quite sure what it is; they know they can’t touch it. But, they are curious.
I have been asked before if poop is actually made of chocolate; very seriously so. I have had to do some strong coaxing, convincing a toddler that it is not chocolate. Diagrams and Grey’s Anatomy…I digress.
This story is not about my toddlers, though. This story is about me. (You can view my toddler’s poop antics here.)
My poop story does start way back when, though. From the time that I was a small child I thought having a bowel movement twice a week was normal. That was my reality and I never questioned it. People of course didn’t talk about these things either. In my family, we didn’t talk about much at all. I can remember having a difficult time even speaking out loud to adults, let alone speaking about forbidden things.
Poop speak really isn’t forbidden, but it is shunned as a no-no from a very early age. I started shushing my children from the first time they uttered poop speak in public, because that is what I was taught. I was taught many things from a young age that I never thought twice about instilling in my own children. We are socially groomed by our immediate family members and perpetuate those social norms until we contemplate them otherwise.
…and I have contemplated otherwise.
I now know that daily bowels habits are a sign if excellent health and poop speak is common in my home. It is not uncommon to hear the exclamation, “I pooped,” uttered in my house, or the question, “Have you pooped today?”
Now, understandably, one doesn’t have to poop every day. It really depends upon the quantity and quality of the food consumed. If your body is very active and the food is of high quality, easily digestible food, then you could go 2 days without a bowel movement and you are not having problems. However, if your body is sedentary and being filled with over processed grains and chemical sludge, then going every 2 days is a sign of a problem. You are backing up the most essential nutrient logistics system in your body, and with the eating habits of Americans going to the dumps, there is no wonder that one of the most prevalent diseases in our society are ones involving the bowels.
I’m just throwing those links out there…not really sure if there is any correlation or not, but my intuition says yes.
If you do a search you will find many more sites focused on treating constipation than you will find talking about healthy bowel habits. Chewing food completely, at least 22 times, is another healthy bowel habit I have found.
Since some like to shout fiber and dehydration first, I would like to add that as a child we did not have snack cakes or cokes in my home. Our snacks were fruits and veggies and we made tea and kool-aid by the gallons. I ate broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, corn, potatoes, and everything else veggie. We did have cold cereal, bread, and pastries. I still had no daily bowel habits. I just lived with what I now understand was chronic constipation.
I was made fun of by peers for having foul flatulence. I tried to laugh it all off, but it did bother me. For me pain in my joints started in my teens. I would get really bad shoulder and back pain just from vacuuming or wiping down tables at my waitressing job. I never realized this was something bad. We just sucked it up and didn’t complain in my house.
It took me being diagnosed at 28 with Lupus for me to even start researching.
I had had a sore throat for months that just would not let up. At first I thought it was allergies, and then I moved on to strep throat. I soon began contemplating more dire issues like having a thyroid problem. I would not have imagined the culmination of my symptoms would have garnered the diagnosis of Lupus.
After extensively researching the internet, reading numerous scientific papers, books, and blogs, I eventually started a gluten free diet to see if it would help my inflammatory response and tone down the Lupus symptoms. I first talked about this back in 2012.
After many months of this diet, maybe even more than a year I began having bowel movements everyday and sometimes more. I thought something was wrong.
Nope, nothing wrong with pooping numerous times a day. I found that it is actually healthy bowel habits. Since beginning my gluten free diet 3 years ago, I am in the best health ever! I am on no medication for systemic Lupus and I am not swollen in the mornings, I don’t ache all over, and I love having a bowel movement. It is the weirdest thing, but I am happy to feel the urge, sit down, everything comes out perfect, clean, and quick; never even strain. I love a gluten free diet.
No matter what the poo pooers out there say about gluten chic…I am sold.
There it is…my entrails laid bare.
I can go back to painting now.
Originally posted on The Culture of Awareness:
By Cassius Methyl, Anti Media, March 30, 2015
A report by the Department for Communities and Local Government revealed homelessness rose by 37 percent between 2013 and 2014, while the rest of the UK saw an average 14% increase.
According to an article from RT,
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I would hope that there are more people out there to help in investigating this. One would think this is a superb news story that a major news network would take on, but it seems those mainstream news networks are more concerned about appeasing our government than doing true investigating reporting.
Originally posted on Dark Matters a Lot:
Once again yesterday I was saddened to see more of my sea turtle friends (honu) at Tunnels Reef (Makua) that looked like they have been through a firing squad! Their flippers were shredded with live flesh exposed and their shells were all chipped up. I have now seen over a dozen turtles at Tunnels with their eyes gone, flippers shredded and shells damages. I have been diving with sea turtles for dozens of years and have seen thousands underwater. I have over 300 hours of HD underwater sea turtle video and a movie out world wide on sea turtles, and I have not once seen anything like what is happening to the turtles currently at Tunnels. This reef happens to…
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Southern living is not truly complete without an extra wide front porch…
We are currently in the throes of house hunting. You know the all too familiar story…we chose to add another life to our family and now there just is not enough space in our home for all of us.
Seriously, I am not sure how New Yorkers live in tiny apartments with no yard. We currently have a 1200 square foot house on a quarter of an acre for 6 people, two cats, and a dog (our second dog a shepherd is currently living at grandma’s house). No room.
Our living room has become the nursery pretty much. I replaced our entertainment center with a dresser to accommodate the extra stuff.
Yet, after house hunting only a few short weeks we are getting pretty bummed out. I have now begun reading others house hunting horror stories…this does not make it better in anyway.
I did want to share an experience, though, because I am now torn on a place.
We went to go look at a property that is everything that we want and more. I love to toil the earth and I love to have space to plant flowers and gardens and more flowers and yet another garden. This place had 6 acres and is within our budget. The house is fairly new and has a lot of space for our growing family. It would be great for our future teenage boys.
So, what’s the catch you might ask?
I had the strangest experience in my life while at this property.
The home was considered abandoned and the bank repossessed it.
I had the most bizarre blurring of my vision that began after we walked our tour of the house. It all started slowly with what seemed like small water droplets in my vision. This was as if I had on a pair of glasses sprinkled with water on the lenses. The effect was around all objects. Like each object was being looked at through a droplet. Soon it warped as if I had on a pair of swimming goggles where little droplets of water are on the lenses and water has gotten inside the goggles as well and filled my peripheral vision with electrified blurriness.
Everything was pulsating. It was all in motion no matter where I looked or what I viewed.
It wasn’t as if anything was dulled and blurry…everything was bright and seemingly hyper-real. Although there was this weird distortion, it was as if everything was super intensified in my field of vision.
I was straight tripping. I was standing there on the big beautiful Southern porch with the agent and my 4 children straight tripping out of my mind. I didn’t try to let on to what was happening to my vision, because I didn’t want anyone to think I was crazy. I didn’t feel wobbly or sick at all. I just saw everything in hyper focus.
My husband decided to walk the perimeter of the house one last time, so we remained there on the porch. I kept my gaze on objects away from the other’s faces and made small talk with the Realtor. I kept thinking this place is so perfect, but what the fuck was going on with my eyes.
I was a bit unnerved at the event. I started thinking of reasons why this could be occurring…one being the worst worst-case-scenario I could think up.
My imagination loves to bum me out some times. I settled on, “I’m just really hungry and am having a bit of low blood sugar.”
I still do not know what this disturbance was. It subsided quickly as we drove to a restaurant for lunch. The question that has stuck in my head is, “Was this just a coincidence, or did the property illicit my sudden vision problems?”
I have begun researching and found an answer and it looks like it might have been a migraine aura…
I have now come across the website http://www.migraine-aura.com. Wow, such a resource for so much interesting information. I have apparently been experiencing many things that are migraine related other than just the pain of a headache.
My whole worldview is being distorted at the moment.
I must now go and rethink my reality for a bit…
Originally posted on Dark Matters a Lot:
The first toby fish is a healthy one that I shot photos of on the south side of Kauai. The other pics are the same species of fish on the north shore of Kauai that were living withing the military testing area for electronic warfare. They are now dead but they gave me the gift to capture their image to show you.
We have stong evidence from the USGS that an electrical shock in water can cause fish to turn black and loose their fins before they die.
We also have data from the US military that their massive amount microwaves they use along the north shore of Kauai can ground out on the reef causing an eletronic shock.
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Originally posted on The Invisible Opportunity: Hidden Truths Revealed:
It once occurred to a certain king, that if he always knew the right
time to begin everything; if he knew who were the right people to
listen to, and whom to avoid; and, above all, if he always knew what
was the most important thing to do, he would never fail in anything
he might undertake.
And this thought having occurred to him, he had it proclaimed
throughout his kingdom that he would give a great reward to any one
who would teach him what was the right time for every action, and
who were the most necessary people, and how he might know what was
the most important thing to do.
And learned men came to the King, but they all answered his
In reply to the first question, some said that to know the right
time for every action, one must draw up in advance…
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Right on…*throws fist into the air*
Originally posted on Culture War Reporters:
Last Wednesday, Kat gave us a post titled “Why I Decided to Stop Being a ‘Tough Girl’ and Just Be Me“, a thought-provoking piece on femininity.
I passionately disagree with it.
Let me break it down here.
In her post, Kat referenced this quote by actress Zoey Deschanel:
This idea- that women were or are pressured to be “men”- isn’t a new one. Plenty of folks have made the same observation and there is absolutely truth to that. In fact, we’ve even managed to turn it into a trope at this point, the “warrior-princess”.
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What they said…yep.
Originally posted on Culture War Reporters:
It’s my understanding that later this week Evan will be providing some cutting observations on the state of Tumblr [I make no promises -Evan.], especially in regards to its role as a haven of intrepid social justice and/or goose-stepping political correctness. While I’m guessing there might be some overlap in our posts, I figured I’d try to lay the groundwork here.
Not too long ago, readers, I stumbled across a garish little webpage dedicated to celebrating the “WISDOM OF THE LAKOTA”. In florid terms, the site noted the Sioux’s dedication to nature, their exemplary thriftiness, and their peace-loving nature.
There’s plenty of things you could say about the old Lakota tribes- that they were “peaceful” isn’t one of ’em. For *****’s sake, Lakota translates to “The Enemy”. One does not become synonymous with war by handing out daisy chains and Hallmark cards.
“We come bearing the pointy sticks of friendship!”
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