Reflections

It has been a while since the last time I wrote. There is a story brewing in my mind and I feel I need to write it. This has happened quite often in my life and I never have jumped on it. But something is pulling me in this direction now. People I talk with, literature sent to me, books falling at my feet. Is there a power greater than us all trying to tell me something? Will it need to slug me over the head and say"Hey stupid, Yeah you! You need to write that stuff down, what more of a sign do you need? geesh".....And I reply with, "maybe a burning bush wouldn't be so out of the question"??? she says with a Jewish lilt.

We all have a voice, and some of us hear voices, present company not excluded. But it is what we do with that voice that can change just a second in time. Some of the tapes that play in my head are always telling me that I'm not good enough, that I would be embarrassed to express a thought out loud. It's a good thing I tell those voices to f____themselves these days. But those little buggers let just enough dought in to delay reaction, pausing long enough to lose momentum and continue the cylcle of defeatism.

I don't want to do that anymore to myself. If a friend told me that someone said those things to her I'd want to go beat them up. So why is it OK for me to do that to myself! We all do it! How do we stop this process?

I think with support of a good friend and teaming up together to challenge ourselves is a good start. And that is something I am going to do. I will check out the writers workshops and go with my friend who is willing to explore the idea of writing also. What the heck do I have to lose? NOTHING! Life is short, wear your party pants!

It seems the word is spreading...

Normally I don't publicly expound on a television program but last night I saw a first. Mind you it is not necessarily my favorite, but it caught my attention. CSI Miami had an episode on last night about the pollution created by GMO farmers fields that contaminates organic crops. I was astounded. Never have I seen a prime time entertainment based show use this as a topic.

Organic corn crops across the world are losing their hard earned status as USDA certified, due to "conventional" farm crops. How this happens is the corn grown on another farm that is GMO will shed it's pollen in the wind, this wind drift can travel many miles and mix with the pollen on an organically grown piece of corn, polluting the whole crop forever. Forever! The grower loses it's status and loses incredible amounts of money.

Last night's program show cased a problem that is happening now and the scary thing is that nothing can stop the contamination. I personally am suspect of all corn, even the beautiful local butter and sugar corn sold here on the Cape. Yes, I may be paranoid, but I've done so much research on organic issues that I think I know to much for my own good. It keeps me up at night.
As far as CSI Miami goes I am impressed with their topic choice, but I am still partial to the Las Vegas version. I miss Grisim.

Anyways keep up the good fight eh?- nan

A mother storm is brewing.

I have been thinking about my next blog and so far I seem to keep coming back to the idea of health.  In the last few years I have done a lot of reading and dabbling in the alternatives to conventional health care.  What I have found is that for me and my son natural and homeopathy remedies are working so much better than "drugs".

It was very clear to me that homeopathy works, when one day at work i experienced a blow to the bridge of my nose that left me nearly unconscious.  My friend and boss gave me a remedy called Arnica. First you need to know that Arnica comes in pellet form, gel and cream.  The pellet needs to be taken orally, and the gel or cream to be given topically.  My eyes had already started to blacken in the corners and yellow underneath.  Within ten minutes of taking the oral dose and using the gel topically the bruises were gone the swelling was down and all that was left was a scrape from the incident.  I was totally amazed by the response my body did to this treatment.  For sure I would have had two black eyes and a swollen nose.

In the months that followed I got some good books on the topic and took a class with a great group of women all looking for alternatives to conventional treatments.

I then followed up with a visit to a doctor of homeopathy, and I feel that I am doing very well, with it.

My biggest gripe is this:  This form of treatment is not covered by health insurance.  It should be.  Europe has been doing Homeopathy for centuries and has a mercantile on every street corner selling remedies.  Then again Europe is just a bit ahead of us in the fields of natural, and organic treatments.  It is a very common acceptable form of health practice that tends to out-number the conventional doctors.

Further more, I have to pay for health insurance anyways. I would rather not have to pay for it because it does not cover homeopathy.  AND I get hit with an added bonus of having to pay a fine if I do not carry a policy with a money grubbing industry that has turned this country into a lying self serving elitist group of hypocrites.  But let me tell you how I really feel.....

To add to the problem doctors have over prescribed so many antibiotics that now we have super-morph bugs that won't be killed off by our manufactured, artificial so called health treatments.  Antibiotics are no longer affective because mother nature knows better than us how to make flu and cold bugs bigger and stronger. And doctors don't let fevers do what they are supposed to do, and that is to kill off germs and bring us through the delirium with intense heat AKA a fever.

Yes there are great inventions made by many great scientist, like penicillin.  It is the abuse of these drugs that has made us weak, and our doctors and universities are too closed minded to look at the bigger picture.

Worse yet, the government's efforts to create agencies like the FDA and EPA to so called regulate the drugs and chemicals leaves me skeptical.  They say it is OK for a chemicals like Diazinon to be on the shelves for decades, then one day....it is not.  Did you know that the EPA does not test any new chemicals?  Nope, they leave that business up the the manufacturer of the chemical.  hmmmm.... Makes me think, and it ticks me off.

And now in the news, stories of  swine flu and the hysteria to create atmospheres that are free of germs is not only unrealistic, it is dangerous.  The more we try to control germs, the more they learn how to be better at what they do, and it will only get worse.

My soap box is done today, and I feel deflated and sad.  I don't like to write about the stuff that is wrong with our world.  I want things to be better, and I want to remain positive.  But once in a while I need to vent and be the "ticked off mom", because that is my reason, I am a mom.

Stuck Off Cape????

I am in the hustle and bustle of a different life.  I am in what I call the city.  Close enough, Newton.  I came up to take part in a voice class and have an oil change and I found out that my car is broke.  Needs a whole exhaust system.  Soooo what do ya do?  I jump in the river, and go with the flow.  I got time to spend with my Dad, and looked at buildings that are very rare to the Cape, at least in the volume they are accustomed to in Newton.  I love the air, and the busy-ness of this area.  It is such a town feeling and everything is easily reached.  The plants are all in transition, not quite fall, though it is most defiantly here.  I do miss being home and the warm sun heating up my living room, and getting my son off the bus.  But I can appreciate where I am and take the opportunity be with my dad and Dodi in there home, while I wait for news on Ingrid.  That would be my car. Ingrid.
Ingrid Zackemfroid.....if you have to ask.....I am happily nuts.  So to say I am stuck here,off Cape... am I really stuck?  I guess I needed to be here.  Love peace and all that fuzzy stuff - nan

Come out come out where ever you are....

Fairies....where are you????  I have been building Fairy houses with my son in our yard, for the last 2-3 weeks.  He likes to call them Gnome houses.  It's a guy thing.  What a way to get carried away with, for a few hours.  Plus it is helping me to see my garden from a different vantage point, not to mention the cleaning up of debris around the perennials.  I love what a few innocent hours can do for your adult brain to help you get a good perspective on whats important in this world.

There is definitely a difference between my girl brain and his boy brain.  When I'm done I want to become the little gnome or fairy waiting till twilight to get my dibs on the digs.  My son on the other hand wants to bulldoze it to make way for the next Gnome Depot.  Go figure.

As far as my other "gardening" things go, I had mentioned that my window boxes were looking tired, well I think my little fairy friends have been helping out in that department because they are looking absolutely beautiful right now.  I'll take it, then pay it forward when the time comes.

Again

again the link: A Chemical Reaction

Some Good Info

I recived the NOFA newsletter and in it was a quip about a movie premier coming up on Sept 23 at 2pm at the Kendall Square Theater. This is a documentary about the move in Canada to ban Chemical Applications on a wide scale. It looks to be very good and I may try to attend. Here is the link: A Chemical Reaction


See ya!

Which direction....

I am feeling a bit overwhelmed. The vacuum is running, I am sitting under artificial lights, and the conversations swirling around me are nothing to do with my existence. This is not the organic life. But it is my life. I am at my place of work and it is a garden center. I am not on the clock for all you people (like myself) who are overly ethical.

This is a strange place for someone who loves the outdoors. My job has transitioned into more of a desk thing (oh ick). Not a place I would have said I'd be 10 years ago.

It takes all types of jobs to make the world right. I personally can see myself raising goats, or herbs or both. Or maybe I could live off wages made by selling my art work..... but my stuff isn't hung on walls, unless it is used in a fight to be a projectile.

I guess I am floating, but who isn't. I still feel like I'm onto something big. Like I will walk into my life's passion or goal. I have felt this way for a long time....hmmmm, maybe I'm too optimistic? Is there such a thing.

Very chaotic, my writing is. That would be my best attempt at YODA, who by the way I believe is very Buddha like to me.

I will be back, and not every day but when life gives me the opening. Now I must go pick up my other life's work, my son( she says as she skips to the parking lot).

Namaste' nan

Fall air on Cape Cod

It is a glorious day on Cape Cod. The wind in blowing just enough to knock over the leaves in my son's Gnome house. He will think the little buggers are partying. heeheehee.

My window boxes are looking tired, to my standards, but this is yet a thing I have come to accept at this time of year. Soon I will decorate them with fall delisiousness.

I know for some the end of the summer is a bit depressing but for me it is a time of introspection and beginnings.

I can begin to plan for next years plants and the research charges me up with renewed energy.

I have new plans, (she says as she rings her hands together with a bit of a cackle). I will start a new shade bed, and possibly start a raised bed in the middle of the yard for vegetables next year.
Of course this is with out the written consent of my husband, but I will just tell him that there will be less to mow...right?

Maybe I will explore the possibilities of a drip irrigation, hoo hoo, another thing to research. Yes I love to research, the computer and old libraries will suck me away from life and I live a simple nomadic life with tea in hand. hmmmmm.

But back to reality. maybe not too soon, to dream is but a vital part of the human spirit, is it not?

Well wishes to all- Namaste' -nan