My sister Pat and her daughter Jayna, came to visit today......they brought me gifts. I think they knew I needed some cheer......a new pair of blue jeans, and my favorite lemon hand cleanser did the trick.
Sam and Jordan came over and my brother Ricky, two of my wonderful friends called, an e-mail or two.......I appreciate them all. It is the little things that make you appreciate life and the fewer good health days you have......the more you appreciate them when they knock on your door.
We have two gigs this month.......Johnson City Folk Festival and The Bankhead House. We played Johnson City last fall, it was awesome, so excited to be asked back. The Bankhead House is a local gig that we do with The League of Extra Ornery Songwriters.......it is a pretty cool gig too. So good things to come later this month, which makes up for treatment this week. My fingers and toes are crossed, hoping with all my heart that the changes the new doc suggested work......I am not sure how much more serum sickness my body or spirit can take. My quality of life has been on a downward spiral, we have to change directions soon.
It has been a busy couple of days, yoga mats washed, blankets, washed, cds to burn, class notes to write. There is a great deal of prep for classes, yep even yoga classes.
Here's hoping for a week of good news, great joy, much love, peace and good health......blessings to you all.
Goodnight, Sweet dreams
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Moon Musings
There is thunder in the distance, the clouds are moving swiftly tonight.......they dance across the almost full moon, threatening, teasing the earth with shadowy glimpses of the September moon.
As much as I love seeing the moon, I am hoping the clouds maintain their march and bring rain to the parched earth. A cold rainy spring, a mild summer and then heat and drought came in August......
The leaves and grasses are withering and dust is everywhere. We need the rain.
A hot dry September happens here in the south fairly often.......ninety degree heat in September feels much warmer than it does in August. The day the page turns and September appears, I mentally prepare myself for fall. The heat of summer should not compete with fall clothing, pumpkins and crisp apples.
I bought root vegetables at the produce stand today......fresh beets and sweet potatoes......tomorrow's lunch, roasted with olive oil, a sprinkle of sea salt and maybe some fresh rosemary.......a feast to welcome the changing of the seasons. I wish the apples were ripe.....I'd make an apple pie.
Wishing all of you, a peaceful, restful Sunday......spend it wisely.
Goodnight Sweet dreams
As much as I love seeing the moon, I am hoping the clouds maintain their march and bring rain to the parched earth. A cold rainy spring, a mild summer and then heat and drought came in August......
The leaves and grasses are withering and dust is everywhere. We need the rain.
A hot dry September happens here in the south fairly often.......ninety degree heat in September feels much warmer than it does in August. The day the page turns and September appears, I mentally prepare myself for fall. The heat of summer should not compete with fall clothing, pumpkins and crisp apples.
I bought root vegetables at the produce stand today......fresh beets and sweet potatoes......tomorrow's lunch, roasted with olive oil, a sprinkle of sea salt and maybe some fresh rosemary.......a feast to welcome the changing of the seasons. I wish the apples were ripe.....I'd make an apple pie.
Wishing all of you, a peaceful, restful Sunday......spend it wisely.
Goodnight Sweet dreams
Friday, September 5, 2014
Football Fever
In the fall, if you live in Alabama or most any other southern state, weekends are dedicated to football.
Friday night there is high school football, Saturday afternoons and nights, it's college. There are displays of team colors in grocery stores, local department stores, and even McDonalds. Face Book becomes a battle ground for fans, showing their loyalty for their favorite team. I figure there must be more prayers prayed on Friday night and Saturdays in the south in the fall than any other place on earth.......because each team believes God is on their side and the fans believe it too.
I am not sure what or when I changed about football.......at one time, I yelled like everyone else. But, I found I didn't like myself much when I watched a game......I didn't like the emotions or thoughts that were in me.......I didn't like the anger, or angst that I felt......so I had to step away. It's not that I am trying to pass judgement on anyone who loves their sport, who is a fan.......it's just that I began to understand what the Romans must have felt when they cheered on their favorite gladiator.
I know that there are millions who would disagree with me......who would talk about the scholarships, the spirit of camaraderie, the physical fitness, the confidence, the drive and ambition that sports gives to athletes......the joy it gives to their fans. I understand and am much aware of that. I am also aware that very few athletes make it to the professional ream, and even when they do.....even fewer have longevity and success.
I went to a high school reunion many years ago......I sat and talked with one of the guys I graduated with, who had been a local football hero.....he lamented to me that night, that those times were the best of his life. I thought that was one of the saddest things I had ever heard.....to think that someone truly felt that life as a high school football player was his peak in life.
It is a long season here, and there are always hearts broken, and dreams shattered.......and of course, there are victories and tears of joy. And I suppose, somewhere twenty years down the road, some one else will grieve because their time in the spotlight, on a Friday night or a Saturday afternoon will be the highlight of their life.
Friday night there is high school football, Saturday afternoons and nights, it's college. There are displays of team colors in grocery stores, local department stores, and even McDonalds. Face Book becomes a battle ground for fans, showing their loyalty for their favorite team. I figure there must be more prayers prayed on Friday night and Saturdays in the south in the fall than any other place on earth.......because each team believes God is on their side and the fans believe it too.
I am not sure what or when I changed about football.......at one time, I yelled like everyone else. But, I found I didn't like myself much when I watched a game......I didn't like the emotions or thoughts that were in me.......I didn't like the anger, or angst that I felt......so I had to step away. It's not that I am trying to pass judgement on anyone who loves their sport, who is a fan.......it's just that I began to understand what the Romans must have felt when they cheered on their favorite gladiator.
I know that there are millions who would disagree with me......who would talk about the scholarships, the spirit of camaraderie, the physical fitness, the confidence, the drive and ambition that sports gives to athletes......the joy it gives to their fans. I understand and am much aware of that. I am also aware that very few athletes make it to the professional ream, and even when they do.....even fewer have longevity and success.
I went to a high school reunion many years ago......I sat and talked with one of the guys I graduated with, who had been a local football hero.....he lamented to me that night, that those times were the best of his life. I thought that was one of the saddest things I had ever heard.....to think that someone truly felt that life as a high school football player was his peak in life.
It is a long season here, and there are always hearts broken, and dreams shattered.......and of course, there are victories and tears of joy. And I suppose, somewhere twenty years down the road, some one else will grieve because their time in the spotlight, on a Friday night or a Saturday afternoon will be the highlight of their life.
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Faith
Some days it seems I don't have much transformation information to pass along.......that is because there are days that I am waiting for my own transformation to take place, waiting to see my own light at the end of the tunnel. I can tell you this, it is most difficult to see the light at the end of someone else's tunnel when you can't see your own.. Yet you know in your heart, your light is there, just not visible yet.
I thought a great deal about faith the past few days, about having the faith the size of a grain of mustard seed........that is very little faith, a tiny amount, hardly any to speak of. Through the years, I kept the faith, a great deal of faith.......in mankind, in goodness, in the universe, even in God.
As the past couple of years have gone by, I understand how faith is lost.......how faith can dwindle down to a mustard seed or smaller......or even disappear. That's when the faith of others comes into play.
The faith of others, their love and caring and concern can carry you when yours has been swept away.
I have missed a great deal of the work the past few months because of this "serum sickness." There have been times when my quality of life has not been at its peak or even mid-point......and doubts have flooded my head and heart. This week my students have kept the faith for me, they have held me and comforted me and let me know in no uncertain terms that they are there for me. My friends and work family have done the same and I am overwhelmed by their outpouring of love and support. They have all kept the faith......even when I did not.
Tonight my transformation information is this.......if someone you know has lost the faith, carry it for them......let them know that even at their weakest, they are still loved, they are still a valuable human, that they still matter. Faith the size of a grain of mustard seed is tiny in its size, but powerful in its ability.......that tiny bit of faith for someone when they have none can change their life and restore their faith. Pass it on.
I thought a great deal about faith the past few days, about having the faith the size of a grain of mustard seed........that is very little faith, a tiny amount, hardly any to speak of. Through the years, I kept the faith, a great deal of faith.......in mankind, in goodness, in the universe, even in God.
As the past couple of years have gone by, I understand how faith is lost.......how faith can dwindle down to a mustard seed or smaller......or even disappear. That's when the faith of others comes into play.
The faith of others, their love and caring and concern can carry you when yours has been swept away.
I have missed a great deal of the work the past few months because of this "serum sickness." There have been times when my quality of life has not been at its peak or even mid-point......and doubts have flooded my head and heart. This week my students have kept the faith for me, they have held me and comforted me and let me know in no uncertain terms that they are there for me. My friends and work family have done the same and I am overwhelmed by their outpouring of love and support. They have all kept the faith......even when I did not.
Tonight my transformation information is this.......if someone you know has lost the faith, carry it for them......let them know that even at their weakest, they are still loved, they are still a valuable human, that they still matter. Faith the size of a grain of mustard seed is tiny in its size, but powerful in its ability.......that tiny bit of faith for someone when they have none can change their life and restore their faith. Pass it on.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Nesting Urge
I found one that will look good in our great room, ( now to convince Rick). With dogs in the house, it seems we go through sofas more than the average family......but with a 90 pound collie.....and before him, a 90 pound lab/chow and a 70 pound lab.......well, you get the picture. It is time......for a new sofa.
Now, if the serum sickness will leave long enough for me to paint the walls......we will be nested nicely for winter. Isn't it weird when you have the urge to nest? I just want to paint and spruce everything at once. I think it's a good sign, it has been quite some time since I had the urge to nest and spruce. Our home has always been nice and comfy, now it's a little worn and shabby, a few new feathers will be just what it needs. :)
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Honor Your Body
Finally, I was able to teach my classes today......it felt so good.
Still not 100 percent but much better today......I am grateful.
Thank you all for your thoughts and healing energy and prayers.
My transformation information for tonight......appreciate your good health, don't take it for granted, even the treatment for illness can make you very very ill......honor your body.
Goodnight, Sweet dreams
Still not 100 percent but much better today......I am grateful.
Thank you all for your thoughts and healing energy and prayers.
My transformation information for tonight......appreciate your good health, don't take it for granted, even the treatment for illness can make you very very ill......honor your body.
Goodnight, Sweet dreams
Monday, September 1, 2014
September 1
September 1......again, another round of serum sickness, hit on my way to work today UGH!!!!
September 1.......hot and humid, yet not enough rain, leaves dropping from the trees
September 1.......Labor Day, I had planned to work
September 1.....fall brings change
September 1......can't wait to smell burning leaves
September 1......sweaters, boots, all things snugly
September 1......crisp sweet apples......and cider
September 1......California grapes, sweet potatoes, hot savory soups
September 1......colors so rich and vibrant I want to paint every room in the house
September 1.....here in the South, well, the SEC.......football becomes king
September 1.....treatment week, so not looking forward to it, this will be number 33
September 1.....Taz needs a sweater, we have to shop
September 1.....fall is my favorite season, it gives me hope and energy
September 1.......hot and humid, yet not enough rain, leaves dropping from the trees
September 1.......Labor Day, I had planned to work
September 1.....fall brings change
September 1......can't wait to smell burning leaves
September 1......sweaters, boots, all things snugly
September 1......crisp sweet apples......and cider
September 1......California grapes, sweet potatoes, hot savory soups
September 1......colors so rich and vibrant I want to paint every room in the house
September 1.....here in the South, well, the SEC.......football becomes king
September 1.....treatment week, so not looking forward to it, this will be number 33
September 1.....Taz needs a sweater, we have to shop
September 1.....fall is my favorite season, it gives me hope and energy
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