15 October 2015

Day 8. Friends, sugar is in everything!

The average person eats an average of 300 extra calories PER DAY from sugar found in packaged food.  

I slipped up a few days ago and ate a few vegi pot stickers from the freezer. I tried to convince myself that the extra sugar in the tamari that they add to their veggies wouldn't be noticeable. Normally I would just remove the flavor packet but the sauce was mixed in; I was wrong. The sugar made it taste amazing and made me want to eat more after I was already done eating. I waited it out and eventually my tummy caught up with my brain, but woah!

Things I've noticed since starting this 8 days ago: as tempting as it is to grab cold coffee from the case, every single brand has added sugar. If you know any that don't, please enlighten me.  
Not only has this, 'no sugar plan' already saved 2 inches off my waist, it's saved me several dollars on food and drink I would have normally bought on the fly.
Side note: plain espresso tastes SO BITTER!
I Will definitely be stocking up on sugar-free almond milk pouches to carry with me when I go into the city. All of the cafes that offer soy/nut milks have added sugar and I'm so off drinking milk now it makes me feel sick.

Mood wise, I'm sometimes on edge, can get a bit hangry and must think of my meals ahead of time, which doesn't always work and takes some planning.  
I ate Chinese Food with a friend the other day and forgot to ask about the sugar in the food. I've since realized that I can't really go out to eat any longer if I'm going to be adamant about taking this to 80 days.. Sugar is in everything!

Things I've had to let go of this week: Soy Creamer for the coffee, (this was a bit hard) regular Almond Milk just makes the coffee watery. Cold Coffee from the case at the market all contains sugar. Nutritional Bars...sugar. Pot Stickers... sugar. Eating out in general....too embarrassed to ask about every ingredient. Cheese Board muffins.. Oh how I miss the millet, corn and carrot spice.. Chocolate, Maple Syrup, Brown Rice Syrup for baking, (baking is now officially out of the question until I figure stuff out, Mocha Coffee from Phillz, (the only thing I know how to order, so that's out until I have a few hours to learn their menu. More I can't remember because I now forget stuff super easily. I feel like my brain has relied on sugar for energy, memory and even thinking clearly. I'm sure this will all pass once my brain has re-programed itself off of sugar.  
I've been addicted since as far back as I can remember, sugar is a quiet addiction, no one notices, they may notice you've gotten a bit heavier but no one's like, "hey, slow down on those carbs and mochas, you're going to kill someone!" No. It's socially acceptable. Things I've added to my daily grind this week: fruit bars with flax from Trader Joes, homemade popcorn, fresh juices instead of coffee, (so much better for me anyway). Espresso shots, (sometimes I just need that boost, though it tastes awful), cooking at home and packing a lunch or dinner, great for the pocketbook but takes some advanced planning.
I've got a lot to learn and I'm learning a lot about my habits.
I'm super glad I decided to give myself this challenge to stop eating sugar for 80 days What I'm learning could potential save my life.

08 October 2015

Day 1 of 80. Eliminating Added Sugar

I've decided to stop sugar for 80 days.  Why 80?  A friend of mine quits drinking alcohol every year for 80 days.  If he can quit something he likes for that long, so can I.
I'll be blogging about my experience here.

I cleaned out the fridge so that everything in there is available for me to use/eat.
All the items with added sugar have been moved to the bottom shelf or thrown out.
A lot of unopened items have been moved to storage or will be gifted to friends and neighbors.

Reading ingredient lists today has been like a game in a sense, I try to guess whether the product has added sugar before actually reading the ingredients.  It's been quite eye-opening.

A few items that surprised me:  Taco Seasoning mix from Simply Organic.  I was convinced that I was going to read sugar on the ingredient list, but nope.  Tempeh from Trader Joe's, no added sugar. Tempeh is a great ingredient to use in place of meat for vegetarians.  It takes on whatever flavor you add to it.  Tonight was taco night.  Corn Tortillas, no added sugar--woo!
But when I got to my hot sauce collection I was taken back.  3 of the 5 bottles I had in the fridge had added sugar.  Another disappointment occurred when I read the label on the Rice Vinegar I use to dress the cucumber salad.  Sugar was listed at the top of the ingredients.  Fortunately I had a second bottle in the fridge, organic and without sugar.  I could taste the difference.  Sugar has the ability to sooth out flavors, the Organic Vinegar was a bit more harsh and I ended up not finishing the salad.

According to an article I read recently, these 7 things may happen when one quits eating added sugar:

1. Your cholesterol will drop.
According to a study published in Open Heart, the risk posed by heart problems can be reduced by more than half. Within a few weeks LDL cholesterol can drop 10 percent, with a 20 to 30 percent reduction in triglycerides.

I think I may have high cholesterol (it runs in our family) so this is good news.

2. Your body's inflammation will decrease.
Inflammation is linked to problems from acne to heart disease to depression.
Cutting down on sugar intake decreases overall inflammation and the risks that come with it.

I have been super inflamed lately.  I lost the use of my left hand for the last week, it's been super painful and hard to maneuver daily tasks.  I have some arthritis combined with carpal problems and tendon issues.  I know quitting added sugar will help these issues somewhat.

3. You'll think more clearly.One UCLA study found that sugar slowed learning and memory, and may even damage brain signals. Part of this may also have to do with the fact that sugar causes energy crashes that don't do your attention span any favors.

Great!  I can always use more access to my memory.

4. You'll age more gracefully.
Fructose helps form oxygen radicals, which accelerate the cellular damage that's associated with aging.

Can't argue with that!

5. You'll feel more energized.
You've probably heard that sugar gives you a boost of energy, and there's truth to that. Sugar spikes glucose and can have an impact that feels similar to that of caffeine. However, cutting out sugar helps stabilize glucose levels, helping you avoid the crash and feel less dependent on that sugar rush.

I always joke with kids that sugar makes you cry.  Here's actual proof, kind of..

6. You'll stop missing it.
Sugar is literally addictive. While it triggers the pleasure hormone dopamine in your brain, eating too much makes you desensitized to it, meaning you need larger doses to get the same affect. People who go cold turkey with sugar report intense cravings and even headaches, both symptoms associated with withdrawal.

I think what I'll miss is not having to read labels and eating off the menu at restaurants.

7. You'll lose weight.
If you cut out the 300 extra calories a day you get from sugar, you could lose five pounds in two months. And that's assuming you're on the lower end of the sugar consumption scale.

Woo hoo!

07 October 2015

Collecting Rose Petals

Dreams take me far away sometimes. This morning my dream took me to my father, (who recently passed) and left me with unbearable grief in my heart upon waking.

I could hear the rhythm rain from the drainpipe outside, along with the softly chiming wind chimes I placed beside my window last week. I immediately felt like writing in my journal, which has been less consistent these days.

Grief is a blue cloud that turns from green to grey to black in seconds then leaves again, releasing the weight of the hundred elephants, (so intensely heavy on the chest) and then no weight at all.  I had to get out of the house.
The wind had picked up and it was now pouring, so I grabbed my heavy wool coat and headed out to the local cafe.
Home again.. opened a window to air the place out, both, from last nights projects of painting the smell reminds me so much of my childhood when my mom would sand and primer all of our furniture on the spur of a moment, she's always had a quick hand, and still does, (I'll bet if you call her right now she is painting or planting something).
Getting back to the title of this little ditty, there is the most fragrant vintage rose bush next to my building. The kind that you only need to walk by to get a little whiff of heaven. I've been collecting the petals after the bees have had their share of the goodness and have been drying the petals recently. What a gift from G-D! I spread the petals out on cookie sheets and within a few days they are all dried and fragrant for making the house smell amazing.  A very uplifting smell.
Flowers, writing, fixing up my new apartment, it's the little things that make me happy these days, I savor these peaceful moments, only a few more days and I'll be busy with school again.
For now, I leave you with this thought:
"Willing to experience aloneness, I discover connection everywhere; turning to face my fear, I meet the warrior who lives within me; opening to my loss and pain and ignorance, I remember who I am and what I'm here for. Surrendering into emptiness, I find fullness without end. Each condition I flee from pursues me, each condition I welcome transforms me and becomes itself transformed into the blessing it always was." ~ Rob Brezny

20 February 2013

Lucid Dreaming

It's Spring and my liver's living green, it's a green-mean, dreaming machine; and it's all-night-long.
Wish I could say more. Instead, I'm taking notes--short hand in wonderment of what my subconscious is trying to freely express.
When I am able to fully engage in my dreams: I'm in love, I'm treated with care and respect in my relationships, I'm visiting past-on family members with ripe advice, I'm truly living the dream--but I am dreaming? Have you ever tried to go back to sleep just so that you could continue where you left off before you woke? Must be pure will to do so. I guess I'm one of the lucky ones.
For a long time I didn't dream. I was in a bad sleep pattern.
Now my dreams have returned and they are teachers of the dream-time. They are constantly pulling at my need for more meditation, more journaling, and the list goes on. With all of these items coming into place, I can feel myself finally coming back to center. The feeling is unbelievable, like finding a lost item that was treasured.
While looking at old photographs yesterday I was reminded of who I am and my potential to have faith. Faith in love, faith in creativity, faith in exploration and wonderment. Life has not always given me lemonade, but with these tools and my free will I am able to see just how far I have come and how open I am to keeping on this path of faithfulness. Today, I renew my Vision Quest vow: 'To have faith'. Having faith is like having a full tank of endless possibilities. I encourage you to look within, to your own dream-time. What are your dreams trying to tell you? What is it that you need to free yourself and to be available to cultivate your own growth?

27 September 2011

Are you a happy person?

Something weird happened to me the other night.
I went dancing with a lovely friend that I've known for over 20 years.
It was a night of old skool dj's, so we knew some of our friends would be there.
We came early, bought some sparkling waters and beer and sat on the stage in front of the dj booth.. We were excited to boogie.
I was surround by 50 potential gay boyfriends and my sweet sister-friend-of-soul.
I was all set.
The room was fishbowl in shape and everyone stood along its edges, only one brave guy danced. He was popping to a different drummer. I got up and joined in.
Eventually we migrated toward each other.
I noticed he was playing a mirror game with me. Every move I would make, he would follow with a similar movement. He put his spin on each movement, it was an awesome night. He was young, gay and had rhythm so we immediately bonded; and since he was mirroring me, I decided to mix a little Qi Gong into my dance moves to see what he would do with it. Qi Gong often reminds me of break dancing in slow motion.
He caught on rather quickly and soon we were each moving to our own rhythm--the feeling was epic and after a few minutes we were surrounded by dancers.
I felt my job a gogo maiden was complete for the moment and was compelled to take a little break and sit with my friend as the room filled to capacity.
Sitting with all in view, I noticed a hunky looking brother with nerdy glasses and a gorgeous physique dancing near us. I pointed him out to my friend inconspicuously as we watched the people move to, "Your Sister's House" djs from back in the day.
My dear sister-friend and I shared an apartment above Knock Knock on lower Haight in the early 90's, so we frequented Your Sister's House back then, and now, 20 years later. Some real friendly people showed up for this party.
Just as I had stated my love for the place, my friend asked if we could scooch down from our seats a bit to make room for some hootchi mamas that had suddenly moved in a little too close for comfort. They were somewhat extremely drunk and angry, not a good combination.
I decided to get up and dance for a minute and that's when he introduced himself. We danced briefly and my sister-friend joined us.
By now big circles had formed around the room.
This scene was similar to the clubs I'd frequented in NYC in the early 90s; circles of people giving space to one dancer at a time, peeps taking turns to really bust it out.
I was immediately in love with these people. They were my crew.
One guy jumped in to bust out and he really gave everyone a great show.
He was at least 20 years older than most kids in that circle, yet he still held his own.
I was truly impressed. One of the original B-Boys.
My guy and I danced some more, he was a good dancer and had a beautiful physique.
I was totally stoked for the attention he was giving me: he smiled, made eye-contact, casually touched my hair, and complimented me.
I looked at his ear and noticed he had some kind of ear piece in it. I looked closer and noticed that the ear piece led to an ipod.
I asked him what he was listening to and he said, "nothing", and laughed nervously.
I was puzzled.
For a moment I felt a little bit of a wall between us, but my Buddhist training marched in and I let it go.
I told him if what he was listening to was private then that was cool by me.
I had almost forgotten all about it when he pulled me to the side hallway to ask for my phone number.
We stood talking for some time and then he said, "ok, you can listen".
I put the ear-bud in and heard very soft music which sounded almost, "fairy-like" under the loud thump of the drum and base from the House dj.
For a brief moment the music coming from his ipod almost sounded like something like, The Cocteau Twins, or that is what I was almost hoping for.
When the dj started mixing in the next record, I was finally able to hear what my new friend was listening to. It wasn't the, Cocteau Twins or anything close to that, the music was loud, too loud; a tooth-ache sweet-twang being sung by a high-pitched female Country Music Singer. As I looked at him quite confusingly he said the words, "Taylor S w i f t".

W h a t did you say? What is a beautiful, built, brother-man doing in a Deep House Club listening to T a y l o r S w i f t?

When I asked him about it, his reply was, "I'm just a very happy guy, are you a happy person?"

Since I had never heard of Taylor S w i f t, I had to tell my friend what had just occurred. She laughed and said, "but T a y l o r Swift is a teen country singer!

Are YOU a happy person?

19 September 2011

P o e t r y i n s p i r e s m e

Delighting in prose tonight and feeling outta-site.
relaxing the mind, laying on the rooftop divine.
feeling sincere, wishing you could be here, dear

be near

06 September 2011

Its lovely in the Void tonight on 90hz

Crickets and Toads

Last night the most glorious song was played! A beautiful melody.
A song for poetry!
A Toad was singing in my flower bed.
It was lovely while it lasted and then faded out, back into the mystery.
Tonight it's a another symphony!
The Crickets play tonight!
60 glorious beats-per-minute, mimicking the beating heart of mama earth herself.
All of these new sounds and I miss living in the woods again. I miss Crickets and Toads singing at night.
I miss hearing Owl in the tree outside. I miss silence too.
All those creatures come out at night--emerging from bush and under burrow, waiting to drink and grateful for the harvest.
The moon is becoming full and I'm loving the crisp morning air.
It's that time again, to put another blanket on the bed, bake bread, light a fire;
time to dream. (~*~)

20 April 2011

Home Spa Day

Since I'm really in the mood for a Spa Day, but have not a lot of extra cash, I've decided to create a spa day from the ingredients in my own kitchen..

I've been collecting the Rose Petals from the Vintage Rose Bush near my house--o m g. the most amazing fragrant Rose Bush I've ever come into contact with!

So, first on the agenda is a Rose Bath..

I add about one to two cups of fresh petals to the bath, along with about a cup of Epsom Salts or Sea Salt.
While I'm swimming around in my deep-dish claw foot (minus the foots) tub.. I'm going to give my skin a good scrub with some home made, Honey & Sea Salt Scrub that I made from scratch today..

~ Here's my recipe:

12 (generous) Tablespoons Organic Honey (melted)
1 Cup Sea Salt
1 Cup of Organic Sugar (brown or wht)
1 Tablespoon Coconut Oil (melted)
1 Tablespoon Sweet Almond Oil
2 Tablespoons of Citrus Juice (I used lemon)
How to do it:

Warm up the honey and Coconut oil until they become runny (not too hot!) by putting them in a heat-proof glass which is immersed in hot water (or a few seconds in the microwave) .

Mix the salt and sugar, then add the oils and honey and mix together.
Wet your skin, then rub scrub in circular motion onto your body and face, gently massage to exfoliate. Rinse it off with alternately cold and warm water, end with a splash of cold; pat your skin dry with a clean towel. Finally tone and moisturize!

Hundreds strip naked on glacier in global warming protest

01 April 2011

F r e e k i

Thank You, Gino from Montreal for playing some really sweet toons tonight on 90hz

Pure bliss is this..

What a beautiful night to take a lovely walk--giggling and placing flowers in one-another's hair.
Skipping along, our hearts filled with happiness.
Rolling over the Rosemary,
diving into Lavender,
powdering our noses with Jasmine,
bouncing below the Belladonna--pure bliss is this, and what a relief.
Tonight is a perfect night for some sisterly bonding.
Adorning ourselves with these many bushels full of lovely temperament; genuinely suiting our loquacious moods.
Giddy, and with plenty of kick in our steps--raving under the darkness of the new moon.

13 March 2011

My heart goes out

This little watercolor was originally intended to be a Coral Reef, the colors of the sea mixed with delicate life of a living underwater organism--but my artwork often turns out quite differently in the finished project than it starts out.
Now when I look at this picture I see a Tsunami.

My heart goes out to those hundreds of thousands displaced and suffering from the destruction of the quake and by the fierce waters of the tsunami this weekend. I can't imagine the loss and suffering that is present there now.

A friend recently asked me how climate change affects things like earthquakes and tsunamis. I did a little reading and what I learned was that when the earth's plates are heated up, (global warming) or cooled down, (glacier's melting) it causes the plates to shift and shifting may cause earthquakes.
Many things can cause the plates to move and the more they move, the more earthquakes and tsunami's we get. It may be possible that this tsunami could have even caused the earth to tilt on her axis which can cause long term climate changes in many parts of the world even causing some places to be more tropical or change over time.
Living in the Bay Area has its risks. We live life here knowing that at any moment Mama Earth could shake a crazy tail feather.

I want to send out love to all of the people of Japan affected by the earthquake and the tsunami, may find the strength to rebuild their lives after such a disaster.


08 March 2011


Sweet Tuesday

It's a beautiful day today, I'm gearing up for some serious study time as well as a nice long swim in my claw-foot tub, ( a real luxury for me these days). Since I've been in school I've pretty much only had stand-up showers, except for three months I got to sublet Allen Ginsbergs old room on Cayuga St.

Santa Cruz was full of surprises.

Today is Tuesday, which has long been my favorite day of the week. It all started when my friend and I would go hiking every into the hills and back woodds of Marin. We would find lush open fields to lie on the grass, play guitar, or sun bathe--ever since I've always loved Tuesdays.
Now, my favorite vinyl spinning gent plays records on 90hz on Tuesdays and I continue to treasure this day of the week.
I like to light candles, lay on the Afghan rug and listen until I fall into a dreamy half-sleep.
My dreams are nothing short of celestial on these nights.

Tonight, I woke up singing Statedlife's song, "Peace, (Radar of hope) D.M." but I had changed the lyrics from, "a radar in my heart" to "a rainbow in my heart".

07 March 2011

03 March 2011

A work in progress

Last night I picked up a paintbrush for the first time in almost a year. I find painting to be one of my anchors that helps me come back down to earth when I feel out of balance--which is a lot lately. At one point while painting, I put the brush down and just started painting with my fingertips. I use to love finger-painting as a child. My new painting is a work in progress. I have done a few oil paintings in the past, but this time around I'll be working with watercolor, which can be tricky, so it may take me awhile to get the hang of it. It's important that I continue to grow as an artist. I've let a lot of my hobbies slip away due to the overwhelming need to study. Creating art is so soothing for me and painting is my meditation now.

photo of my watercolor-in-progress.

18 February 2011

cozy nimbus pillow..

Heartshine cozy lovelap

numbus pillow--barefoot mother
nimble now and

hush now together


go fourth, honeychild

we have planted a forest for you--

return to the source

resting in our heartshine

cozy lovelap nimbus pillow..


(artwork by Banksy)

03 January 2011

New Moon Void

Cold, dark, moon.

I climbed the wooden stairs that led closer to the sky.
A beautiful view of the sleeping lady and her jeweled city to the South. I am transfixed by the night air.
I breath it all in. I am instantly transformed.
I could spend all night up here.
I tilt my head all the way back in the chair so that I can see the view.
The belts are bright tonight and then the thoughts set it.
Deep breath, back on focus--watching for those dazzling sparklers streaking into this celestial playground.
I tilt my head back further like a lizard looking for water from a cloud.
I need to be more precise tonight. But, before I know it, the cherry has gone out and I find myself flicking the butt to the ground and not thinking twice about it.
It feels good to be bad. Hand-rolled, twisted, shared; left over from a pleasant New Year's Eve. So happy to have this beautiful rooftop with its gorgeous view of our city by the bay--her jewelry sparkling so bright tonight and broadening into some sort of neon dream-scape.
Not like those satellites that line the skies in symmetrically farmed columns like well-manicured forests on blm land that make me want to cry.
Soon enough the stars will be too light to see with the naked eye and the skies with be lost for gazing, but I can't think about that now.
On this delicious chocolate night, I'd like to plant these hearty seeds of intentions.
These sweet little treasure-pods of translucent cobalt dreams; I've been carrying them around for weeks. I send these seeds out as intentions; riding these waves deep into the night. The new moon is fertile and the best time to plant seeds and go within.

27 December 2010

a thought today

"Emptiness is empty of our assumptions, and it is full of compassion."
~ Sakyong.
This is the mantra swimming around in my head today. I try to make an effort. I try to give people the benefit of the doubt. I try to make room for what I don't know and yet I keep coming back to the same ol' lessons. If only my assumptions could be towards faith; faith in the other, faith in the order of this karmic chaos. It's much more of a yogic workout to participate in conscious awareness, in thought and in action/manifestation. I love these daily reminders. I love not knowing, and of being in the flow of effervescent joy, but isn't that also clinging? The less I cling, the happier I am. The more I cling, the less joy flows and the more I am reminded of past waves of disappointment. So, the goal, if there could be one, would be to find the inertia to keep that momentum of continual emptiness going so that I can befriend the watcher as the watched and listen closely to the inner voice of compassion before clinging to the, all-assuming ego-self. Being out in nature seems to help this process immensely. Trees grow only when they are rooted deep into the earth; otherwise they easily fall with the slightest wind. They can move gently with each breeze but still stand firm. When I am rooted and my intentions are clear, I am like the most beautiful, tall, deeply rooted tree in the forest. There is no need for figuring things out. There is no need for why and how--there is only now, and now, and now. This is where I am happiest. In those quiet moments of peaceful interactions where presence is in abundance and questions fade away.

(photo taken from the side of Mt. Tam, with views of San Frandisco, Sausalito and Tiburon).

09 December 2010


"Pleasure is wild and sweet. She likes purple flowers.
She loves the sun and the wind and the night sky.
She carries a silver bowl full of liquid moonlight.
She has a cat named Midnight with stars on his paws.
Many people mistrust Pleasure, and even more
misunderstand her. For a long time I could hardly
stand to be in the same room with her. I went to
sleep early to avoid her. I thought she was a gossip
and a flirt and she drank too much. In school we
learned that she was dangerous, and I was sure that
she would distract me from my work. I didn't realize
she could nurture me.
As I have changed, Pleasure has changed. I have
learned to value her friendship." ~ Ruth Gendler

13 November 2010

Ginger Root Hair Oil

Today I spent most of the day catching up on homework and writing papers that are due in the coming weeks. One paper in particular was for my Herbal Preparations Class next weekend. Our professor gave us the assignment of preparing a household item or two out of Chinese/Western herbs.

Since I've been trying to grow my hair out, I've been paying a lot of attention to keeping my hair healthy and at the same time I am on a strict college-student budget which doesn't allow for the occasional expensive products here and there. So, when I was given this assignment the first thing I thought of was that I would like to make a hair product for the assignment.
While we typically turn to our herb gardens to embellish a salad or a savory sauce, herbs can do wonders for the hair, face, and skin.
Herbs contain chemical compounds that can help restore the hair's natural balance and shine. Specific herbs target particular problems.
Chamomile, promotes hair growth while Burdock Root reduces hair loss. Ginger Root strengthens hair and stimulates growth while Sesame Oil gives hair shine and body. The following recipe is for Ginger Root Hair Oil Treatment, enjoy~

Gan Jiang (Ginger Root) Hair Oil~
For this oil, you will need two teaspoons of grated fresh Gan Jiang (ginger root) and ¼ cup Hei Zi Ma Oil, (Organic Black Sesame Oil). (You may use regular Organic Sesame Oil if Black Sesame Oil is not available.) This ginger hair oil treatment stimulates hair growth while alleviating dandruff and boosting the scalp’s circulation, so it is good for men or woman alike. It will leave your hair smelling faintly of ginger, a very pleasing scent. Place the grated ginger inside a piece of cheesecloth, or a thin clean cloth/old tee-shirt, (may get stained yellow, so some piece of cloth that you wont mind staining) and gently squeeze 1/2 teaspoon of the juice into the sesame oil. Mix the oil and juice together with a wooden spoon or chopstick until blended thoroughly. Massage the oil into your scalp and leave on for twenty minutes before shampooing, ( you may have to shampoo twice to get all of the Sesame Oil smell out of the hair. I have medium length hair, so I made a hot bath, wet my hair, combed it smooth and flipped the bottom ends of my hair so that they were on my scalp. I then tilted my head back and slowly poured the mixture on my ends and scalp. I massaged it into my scalp to really give my scalp a good soak, then I combed thru it to make sure the mixture reached every follicle.

I really enjoyed this exercise. It has inspired me to look further into the making of my own health and beauty products. Especially since I may have to look no further than my refrigerator. Saving money in times like these is important and much more easy when we do a little herbal mixing in our own kitchens.

On a side note, other uses for Gan Jiang (Ginger root) are:
muscle aches and strains from exercise, motion sickness, morning sickness, upset stomachs, colds, flu, indigestion, migraines, menstrual cramps, headaches, cough, chest congestion, and sexual potency in (wo)men :)

11 November 2010

Dreams are Queens

Today, I awoke feeling energized with so much love in my heart.
It's quarter to eleven in the morning, the sun is bursting from the blue sky and elevating the mood in my 1900's apartment.
I'm thinking of my friend, Buddhisaro, who is now a monk living in Thailand, taking refuge in the bamboo forest, daily prostrations, giving up the material world.
I wonder, is he happier?
I once called him soul-mate, now I call on him for guidance and clarity.
I think of him meditating everyday, keeping the world in balance, harmonizing the energies of the vast planet through meditation--keeping the seesaw of consciousness in check.
It's the material world that brings us down, ultimately. This may be why they call it the, "rat race." Underneath all of the accumulation for material wealth, what we really need and are always searching for is love and understanding.
We just want to be loved, understood, and accepted.
We want to be seen in our true light.
Finding friends that illuminate our potential is like finding truffles that are three feet under ground--rare and worth the effort to dig them out. True friends are like gems that always sparkle. Like diamonds to the light: rare, illuminating, unbreakable.
Losing a true friend is losing a lot, to say the least. It can leave a hole in the heart as big as the moon, and it weighs deeply upon the soul.
Not that I'm saying one should try to hold on to anything, I'm against all of that.
I know how it goes. I'm as hip for altruism as the next Buddhist.
But, when we are met half way, and I mean truly met--when we are encouraged and illuminated by another person's friendship--it takes a lot of perseverance to continue that momentum on ones own.

06 November 2010

Opening like a flower

A veil is being lifted. It's lifting rather slowly, though. reality. can. change. overnight. The only constant that we can rely on is love & change. Love is love is love, and change is change is change; so what about it? "Open yourself like a flower." My teacher, Oriel said. I think what he meant was for me to open up to the world around me. Slowly this mantra comes back to me, everything seems to work like a spiral. Let this life be a testament to my dedication to love and gentleness. Aho! Being gentle is (wo)man's ultimate lesson. Our energy and the energy we put out creates waves of energy, (like one would see after having thrown a pebble in a still pool of water), we send our intentions out into the world. Let's open our eyes, beauties, and have a look around. We make the change we want to perpetuate. And I for one, would like to surround myself with love. And don't we stand up for love? Don't we smile to love? Don't we sing songs about love, write poems to love, make fires to love? We set intentions to be grateful, to have empathy, to accept change and to be a part of the world, so let us manifest our intentions, send them out and create the world we want to live in. The time has come to manifest this joy we seek. Lets open ourselves to LOVE ~

21 October 2010

Sugar, (El Diablo)

I've been reading more on the topic of sugar lately as I have been trying to find the missing link to the causes of my own allergies.
 This is what I've found and it may interest you.  Even if you don't actually eat sugar, you may want to take a look around your kitchen and read the ingredients listed in the many condiments and packaged food where surprisingly, you will find sugar in almost everything you eat.  

It could be just the culprit that has been causing all kinds of random or on-going sicknesses in your body.
 While looking through Rory Freedman's book, I found this excerpt about sugar and it really made my wheels spin: "Sugar is like crack, and food manufacturers know that if they add it to their products, you'll keep coming back for more."

When we eat out we are trusting that we are getting wholesome food, but what may be a large amount of fat or sugar to one chef may seem little to another--how are we to know what we are really eating?
The body must go idle in order to process the sugar we put in.. that is why we get such a high- high and then such a low-low when we ingest sugary substances.
 Isn't there a song somewhere about the, "sugar blues"?

Rory points out that, "Refined sugar, is a simple carbohydrate, that has been linked to: hypoglycemia, yeast overgrowth, a weakened immune system, hyperactivity, attention deficit disorder, enlargement of the liver and kidneys, increase of uric acid in the blood, mental and emotional disorders, dental cavities, and an imbalance of neurotransmitters in the brain."
In addition, refined sugars make you fat!
Excess amounts (that you're unable to process) are stored in the liver as glycogen. When the liver is too full, the excess amounts are returned to the bloodstream as fatty acids. Guess where those end up? Hips, stomach, thighs, ass."

I'm going to try to give up any and all white surgar--not that I eat a lot right now, I use organic ingredients as well as maple syrup and honey from time to time, but they're all still considered sugar, so we'll see how I do without it and see how my allergy symptoms persist in the meantime.
*Also, a quick note; "sugar substitutes" which can include ingredients that turn into chemicals like formaldehyde in the body--ackk! are no better for you.
In Acupuncture school one of the first things they teach you is to take care of your Spleen.. The Spleen can get quite overwhelmed and one can end up with "food stagnation" or all kinds of excesses and deficiencies that can go on to lead to organ damage.  Sugar leeches Calcium from the bones and rots us slowly.. The more I learn about sugar the more I am realizing that it has no place in our diets other than occasionally.  Small amounts may be soothing but too much of anything can cause imbalance and the results of overuse can even come down to loss of life and limb.

20 October 2010

Eat your fruits and veggies...

In a book I'm reading by Rory Freedman, she states the following about eating fruit, "Fruit is, quite possibly, the most perfect food in existence. It is unique in that it barely requires any work to be digested. High in enzymes, it effortlessly passes through the body, supplying carbohydrates, fiber, vitamins, minerals, fatty acids, amino acids, and cancer-fighting tannins and flavonoids. Because it is made up of mostly water, fruit hydrates the body and aids in cleaning, detoxifying, and elimination. Fruit works best when eaten alone because is so easily and quickly digested. When we eat fruit with other foods, it cannot pass through our bodies as quickly. So it rots and ferments in our stomachs. This can cause burping, bloating, and heartburn." Rory goes on to recommend eating fruit on an empty stomach, preferably the first meal of the day, and waiting thirty minutes before eating anything else.
So eat your fruit, yo!
And here's a little video to encourage you to do so..

19 October 2010

Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj, (Question & Master) :)

(M)aster: If you do not have the wisdom and the strength to give up, just look at your possessions. Your mere looking will burn them up. If you can stand outside your mind, you will soon find that total renunciation of possessions and desires is the most obviously reasonable thing to do.
You create the world and then worry about it. Becoming selfish makes you weak. If you think you have the strength and courage to desire, it is because you are young and inexperienced. Invariably the object of desire destroys the moans of acquiring it and then itself withers away. It is all for the best, because it teaches you to shun desire like poison.
(Q)uestion: How am I to practice desirelessness?
(M)aster: No need to practice. No need of any acts of renunciation. Just turn your mind away, that is all. Desire is merely the fixation of the mind on an idea. Get it out of its groove by denying it attention.
(Q): That is all?
(M): Yes, that is all. Whatever may be the desire of fear, don't dwell upon it. Try and see for yourself. Here and there you may forget, it does not matter. Go back to your attempts till the brushing away of every desire and fear, of every reaction becomes automatic.
(Q): How can one live without emotions?
(M): You can have all the emotions you want, but beware of reactions, of induced emotions. Be entirely self-determined and ruled from within, not from without.
Merely giving up a thing to secure a better one is not true relinquishment. Give it up because you see its valuelessness. As you keep on giving up, you will find that you grow spontaneously in intelligence and power and inexhaustible love and joy.
(Q): Why so much insistence of relinquishing all desires and fears? Are they not natural?
(M): They are not. They are entirely mind-made. You have to give up everything to know that you need nothing, not even your body. Your needs are unreal and your efforts are meaningless. You imagine that your possessions protect you. In reality they make you vulnerable. Realize yourself as away from all that can be pointed at as 'this' or 'that'. You are unreachable by any sensory experiment or verbal construction. Turn away from time.
(Q): After I have heard you, what am I to do?
(M): Only hearing will not help you much. You must keep it in mind and ponder over it and try to understand the state of mind which makes me say what I say. I speak from truth; stretch your hand and take it. You are not what you think yourself to be, I assure you. The image you have of yourself is made up from memories and is purely accidental.
(Q): What I am is the result of my Karma.
(M): What you appear to be, you are not. Karma is only a word you have learned to repeat. YOu have never been, nor shall you ever be, a person. Refuse to consider yourself as one. But as long as you do not even doubt yourslef to be a Mr. So-and-so, there is little hope. When you refuse to open your eyes, what can you be shown?
(Q): I imagine Karma to be a mysterious power that urges me towards perfection.
(M): That's what people told you. You are already perfect, here and now. The perfectible is not you. You imagine yourself to be what you are not - stop it. It is the cessation that is important, not what you are going to stop.
(Q): Did not karma compel me to become what I am?
(M): Nothing compels. You are as you believe yourself to be. Stop believing.

14 October 2010


I'd like to take a moment to reflect on gratefulness. Speaking with a friend last night, I had so much to share, there was so much reminiscing in so little time; births, deaths--life. It seemed there was little time made in the conversation for silence. I tend to ramble on when I'm excited and really want to connect. Luckily for me, my friend is a practicing Buddhist, met me on each level, shared and also lent his smile to me each time the music was too loud to hear or be heard--which made room for silence to enter. After not seeing this friend for quite some time, I really wanted to connect, and I've noticed that one of the lessons that I keep coming back to is the fact that silence is ok--something I was taught at Naropa, but keep re-learning again and again. Silence is something precious. When I'm nervous, or have a lot of news to share, I chatter away jovially. Luckily, it takes little effort for me to come back to the present moment. I am grateful for these kinds of friends, charming and kind, always carrying a certain sparkle of joy in their eyes. These faithful widom keepers branch out into the sweet corners of the earth, they are my kindred spirits, my star family.

13 October 2010

L.I.V.E, Live!

Great show last night on 90hz, studied formulas and had the tedious task of looking up every single herb to refresh myself of their actions and indications. Time; there's either a lot of it, or far too little. I've been thinking a lot about what it takes to get into the heart of someone? To become part of them? So many thoughts lately.
We could be gone tomorrow. What we have is this time, here and now, this precious present moment. Yet, we take so much of it for granted. We treat people like they will always be around. We deny our bodies, we feed our addictions, and we walk like we are the living dead. It is so easy to get caught up into our own patterns, to shy away from life, to shy away from love or those that want to be close to us-we should be lapping up life like it is the gorgeously ripe fruit that we know is possible. Live for the moment, live for the day, just live! Live if you don't get what you think you need, live, if people disappoint you, live, live for livings sake. There is so much out there waiting for you, so much you haven't tasted, so much you haven't witnessed, so much joy and still so much sorrow, but live! As Maude once put it, "A lot of people enjoy being dead. But they are not dead, really. They're just backing away from life. *Reach* out. Take a *chance*. Get *hurt* even. But play as well as you can. Go team, go! Give me an L. Give me an I. Give me a V. Give me an E. L-I-V-E. LIVE! Otherwise, you got nothing to talk about in the locker room."~

11 October 2010

Pure Vida

I guess I have a lot to say today. I'm feeling so much lately. It's been interesting moving back to the bay area, otherwise known as the Yay Area. I spent a lot of time around these hills and valleys, but something is different now. The people with whom I've made these memories are long gone now; Thailand, New York, Heartwood, Kauai; friends are scattered like beautiful seeds upon the globe.
The crickets are alive tonight. They're playing a symphony of sound outside my window and I am inwardly moved to a certain calm, a calm I don't feel often. I can swim around in my own head sometimes, but yet, if I just come back to the present moment, I can check in with what is happening around me, and it's like medicine for what ever ails me. Harmonic ecstasy, rhythmic bliss, pure vida.

Feeling the love

Somewhere between starting this blog and inviting friends and family to read my writings, I lost something somewhere that intimately freed up my writings from any censorship. I realized that trying to limit my thoughts in order to not offend was making me not want to write at all, but now I'm back and I'm opening up like a book. I'm old enough to know that I can't please everyone, and with the recent death of my best friend and my father this year along side a serious breakup, I'm done trying to please the world. I need to live this life for me. Its the only way that I will survive myself. Darkness comes too easily now and it's time to start living in the light. I can't explain my thought patterns or exactly how I see the world, but I live with the idea that I am made of pure love and as I go thru this world I want to spread joy with those I encounter. I try to live my life with an open heart--rare these days. People are even somewhat bothered by too much openness, while others gladly take advantage. I'm learning. Luckily for me, I'm making new friends; friends who are patient and kind and want the best for me. So for now, instead of not writing at all out of fear or censorship, I will try to write from my heart and who knows, maybe another lost soul like myself with take something away from reading this journal.
I have faith.

29 June 2010

A month is 4.2 weeks...

4.2 weeks, that's almost how long it's been since I wrote my last post.
I was able to spend a week with my spiritual teacher at the very beginning of the month but towards the end of that visit I started feeling like I was getting a cold. I've had little colds before but have not really been sick for quite some time.
I have never been sicker in my life! Through it all, it was clear to me that I was purging everything that my body no longer needed and this needed release had been building for some time; so, I held on for dear life and rode that Class-5 rapid like it was the last ride of my life. When I came up for air after surviving the four nights of drenching sweat with migraines to match, I woke up on day five to the worse cough of my life. At one point, I remember deliriously thinking that my cough sounded like a cartoon horse, I know that sounds strange but the sounds coming out of my body hadn't been heard by my own ears since I was about 5 years old and was suffering from asthma. I can still remember being so young--sitting on the side of the bathtub, the room full of steam, just trying to get air into my lungs--just trying to breath.
This time the coughing was much more intense, and the pain was so much worse than I could have ever imagined. I can't help but think, 'what if my immune system had been any weaker than it was already ?
I know now that this flu was simply my Panchakarma that has been welling up inside of me for some time now, and was long over-due.
Surviving through all of this has made me realize what is most important to me in life: my health, and the love of my family.
As I was looking through some family photographs last night, I came upon the last picture my father ever took of me--it was Fall and I looked so happy, it would be the last time my dad ever hugged me--I was only twenty-two.
Losing a parent has got to be the worst pain anyone can feel, maybe only worse would be that pain of losing a child.
Family is what you make it, or so I'm painfully learning.
Painfully because people aren't always going to be what you want them to be.
They aren't always going to have time for you or reciprocate the love you share.
The time for loving is now, love em while you can.
I'm so thankful for my health and ability to love freely.

26 May 2010

a little rant in the rain...

About six months ago if you would have asked me to delete my email accounts, my face.bk account and give back my cell phone, I would have run screaming from the room, but something has stirred in me and in the last month I did all of the above. I'm getting rid of a lot of bad habits these days, and it feels amazing. Why did I do this? I was way too involved and I needed something much more solid to connect to. When I write, I am inspired to stop and take notice of what is really going on with me.
I want to downsize my dependence on the grid altogether. I'm doing this in baby steps. I'll get there eventually. Cutting back on some of these things has been a healthy choice for me and freed up a lot of time to study, read, take walks, write letters, and generally enjoy life away from the electronic mecca. I know this little vay-kay from these social networks won't last long, so I am taking full advantage while I'm on this mini-hiatus and enjoying every minute of it.

23 May 2010

Letting go

The senses in the body are a fantastic invention. Mucho kudos to the being or beings that created our set of intelligent systems we call the senses.
Lately I've been biking and walking a lot around town and particularly around my own hoodie.
My senses are on fire like a matriarch of illustrious harmonies and scents flood through my olfactory receptor neurons like the fourth of July on crack. Just now, while walking home I passed a couple in the early 60's and the smell that came from them reminded me of my childhood somehow, fruity and bright . I like to notice things.
The wind has really picked up today.
Mother Nature is spreading her pollen around town like a virgin on prom night.
The bushes and trees are bursting with new buds and seedlings all over are perched, ready to take a super hiatus to a new home as soon as the wind decides to pick up again. A quick pass by another community garden-- we're living in fertile times.

20 May 2010

"Not so much to be loved, but to love."

It's amazing how photos can bring back such beautiful memories that have been long forgotten, or have been pushed into the subconscious mind. Oh nostalgia, one day we're lamenting over a skinned knee, and soon enough we're living on fumes of past memories.. I didn't actually think I was going to have time to write tonight, I was just going to read my 200 pages of homework in, "Healing with Whole Foods" and go to sleep early, but to write is to live and tonight I need to write!
I've made a few friends but I've been feeling really missing my old friends, those special friends that I've already bonded with. There is something to say about the connection one feels after some time spent with close friends, I think it's just love. We all long for love. All the different degrees of it. After all, isn't all this coming and going on this planet really just about love and loving, being loved and being able to express love? Jonathan Richman says it best in his song titled, "Not so much to be loved, but to love." To be able to express love freely, that is the ultimate gift.

11 May 2010

Do we "need" to buy?

My friend, Roger, (who is now a Fully Ordained Monk) use to buy exactly enough food to last for one week, each week. He would buy exactly what he would be able to eat, no more, no less. Any left-over ingredients from the week would end up in some sort of rice-bread concoction that he would bake into a loaf somewhat similar to the consistency of hard-tack. He was precise. A botanist, environmentalist, minimalist and socialist.. all wrapped up in a Berkeley Bio Chemistry Major--and one of the loves of my life...
Integrity like that ignites me. I become obsessed about ideas that have to do with living off the grid or of pulling out of my consumerism habits altogether, and to see another friend living that way while simultaneously living in the heart of Marin County--it's quite a feat and also quite respectable. I do like the nicer things in life, but I also like to rough it from time to time--I chose to. It makes me more aware of how wasteful I can be and puts things into perspective for me as a consumer. Everything I buy, I am saying, "I fully support this business". If I don't fully support it, I shouldn't be spending my money on it. Money is a powerful tool when it comes to keeping businesses around. If we want farmer's markets, we must support them fully. The same thing goes if we want organic food. We must fully support those businesses we want to see around for the long term, otherwise what we are saying is, "I can't commit". If we want to see change in the world, we must put our money where our mouth is.
By not going to the store every time I "need" something and by not eating out, I can create a huge shift in my own habits that will create positive change in me as well as release my, 'ingrained, habitual need to buy. (cont.)

08 May 2010

Sugiyame Waichi!

Can I just say how STOKED I am to be studying Japanese Acupuncture! My professors are amazing and yet so subtle in their righteousness.
These professors remind me of my time spent at Naropa.
Here's a story one of my teachers recently shared:
Sugiyame Waichi was a blind aspiring Acupuncturist from Japan who is famous for inventing the "guide tube", a tube sometimes made of silver, gold, bamboo or plastic that makes the needle much more painlessly and easily inserted into the skin. It is said that Waichi, (Japanese names are last name first, first name last) was not so good at needle insertion and his teacher had kicked him out of the practice because he did not show improvement like the other students. Being that he was blind, he knew being an Acupuncturist was his only choice in supporting himself and his family so he went to the bamboo shrine to pray. While in the forest it is said that he tripped on a stone and landed his hand on a tightly rolled up leaf or piece of bamboo with a pine needle thru it. It is said this is how he discovered the guide tube and was able to continue his education and become an Acupuncturist. I can relate to Waici in so many ways.
It seems that when we lose hope, all is not lost.
When our intention are strong and our mind is clearly determined, we can manage the most difficult tasks. ~Hai! (Yes!)

06 May 2010

"Ode to Friends"

Friends lift you up. They tell you when there's spinach in your teeth or when your zipper is down. They tell it like it is when you ask for the G-D's Honest Truth. They help you with those hard Pilates situps and will always encourage you to take that leap of faith. They laugh at your jokes and make it impossible to doubt yourself. Friends know just when to surprise you with that letter or card in the mail and an hour and a half on the phone with them seems like only minutes have passed. Friends always remember your birthday and they always take the best pictures of you. Friends are kind and know how to surprise you in their own special way. Friends teach you new words and new bands and help you with your homework. They know right when to call and are always available for last minute trips to the city or the hot-springs. Friends don't judge you but accept you for who you are. Friends want the best for you and will do anything to defend you; they keep your secrets and tell you theirs. Friends like the way you dance and sing and encourage you to try new things. Friends will hold your hand when you are sad and aren't afraid to tell you like it is when you aren't listening. Friends are there with you when others may fail you or when you feel like the end is near. Friends are friends and they're always willing to lend an ear. Friends bring you vegetables from their garden. Friends lend you their truck when you need to move and they don't mind carrying boxes. Friends can see your potential, they know how to make you laugh and they listen with an open ear. Mostly, friends deserve an "Ode to Friends". What a beautiful world this world has been--because of having such lovely friends.

05 May 2010

Popcorn and Zee

While listening to my ipod in the kitchen yesterday, I came across the band, "Deviant Electronics"--a group I found through my dear friend, Grey Six, just before he passed away last year, (deep sigh).
The song from their, 'Free Radical' Album entitled, "Blunt Instruments" seems to be my personal theme lately, as I am currently in the process of finishing up a Masters Degree in Acupuncture. I was in the kitchen making Baked Squash Enchiladas when I thought I would make a small batch of Maple Popcorn just for kicks. Although I've used this recipe hundreds of times, I misread my own shorthand and instead of putting 3/4 of a stick of butter, I put in 3/4 cup, (which is quite a different story).
After realizing my mistake and quickly making up for it by adding the appropriate amount of Maple Syrup to the pot, my mind had some time to wander while I patiently popped over three gallons of organic corn on the stove.
I thought back, way back to my time growing up in the sleepy little redwood town near the ocean and of Zee, the silver-haired botanist in her 80's who use to be my good friend when I was only seven or eight years old. I had a lot of room growing up. More than most. I could come and go as I pleased, and I roamed the neighborhoods. All of us kids use to flood her house with little feet and dirty faces as she would kindly prepare homemade hot chocolate for us and hand it to us in steaming hot mugs. I remember what little furniture she had in her simple white house: a wooden chair, a dresser, a bed and not much more. I remember her walls being as bare as the hard wood floors where we would sit and sip the hearty mugs of thick black liquid. Zee would fill our empty bellies and then she would fill our little heads of tales of the Native Peoples who once called this land, 'home'. Zee also put us to work from time to time pulling her little red wagons all around the neighborhoods. She would fill the wagons full of Aloe and other plants, which we would then sell door-to-door up and down the streets for fifty-cents a plant; twenty-five cents we would bring back to her and twenty-five cents we were allowed to keep--for candy or what ever we wished. I think my mother just heard this story for the first time a few months ago. Oh, to be young and latch-key and free. When I talk about Zee to my mother now, I hear new stories of Zee's life and of her famous Black Bamboo or her use of Medicinal Herbs. I can still picture her back yard in my head as I write this: green, lush, vibrant and full of potential. I will always think of her fondly and I hope to see her again one day.

01 May 2010

Mr. T

Here is a quote from Saturday Night's T.V. Funhouse Cartoon of Mr. T.

: "If you believe in yourself, drink your school, stay in drugs and don't do milk, you can get work."

29 April 2010


Once a year or so, certain thoughts re-surface; today I'm thinking back, way back to the flat on Hickory Street. I go back in time, to moments that have shifted my awareness and left me more open to the world. These thoughts make their way out of the sleepy corners of my brain and into the bright sparkle of consciousness I call my, "Monkey Mind". Triggers are constantly firing up my memory to the past and now that I'm living in a larger city again, the force-field of my quiet little life is beginning to open up with intentions of birthing me right out from my core into its shiny center.. My old school was two blocks from the beach. My new school is on quite on busy street with every scenario happening all around at five times the speed of light and twice as sticky. There are buses and people and traffic. There are sleepers and hackers and friendlies and students and jeeps. There are honkers and gawkers and suits and hippies and geeks. There are commuters, punks, monks, strutting down Shattuck shoulder to cuff: going, getting, going and gone.

Growing up, we lived way out of town and the nearest market was three miles in any direction. My parents didn't pay me much mind, but they did my laundry.
What I didn't find there, I found later, in the ashrams, temples, and along the river communities to the north.
After living in the city a mere moment, I vividly remember one particular rainy day that left me forever changed.
I had ventured my way to the closest laundry-mat, which happened to be located across the street from the projects in the Lower Haight area of SF, and near the flat I was sharing on Fillmore Street.
As I sat waiting for my clothes to dry, a boy, about 5 years old came in with a bag of dirty clothes half the size of his body. I can still see him stuffing little pants and shirts into the machine and watching his fingers push large coins into the machine. This memory is slightly foggy, but It left quite an impression on me all these years. I started a casual conversation with the man-child.
He explained he was the only one to do the laundry these days, as his grandmother was too old to climb up and down the stairs, now that it was just the two of them.
I couldn't believe what he was telling me. Here was a boy of just five years old doing the family laundry at a public laundry-mat with absolutely no one but himself to It was one of those moments, a peeling of my reality.
Welcome to the big city, sweetheart.
Sometimes life is like being force-fed the dharma with a really big spoon.
Looking back, I feel so blessed to have met him, to have had parents that let me grow like a weed and for the land that tormented me like a prison but turned out to be a palace all along.

28 April 2010

"Rooted in the soil of love"

Visiting the past again thru old photographs today. Putting negatives in slide holders, flipping through tons of photos. A lot of these photos I've long forgotten. People, places, moments frozen in time: joy through life.

A quote from Amma found its way into this stack today so I will share it with you:

"May the tree of our life be firmly rooted in the soil of love.
Let good deeds be the leaves on that tree.
May words of kindness form its flowers,
and may peace be its fruits." ~Amma

(photo is of Amma at a young age)