Monday, February 20, 2012

A Solitary Light


Night is sorrowful as my dreams are...
Far away, in the deep and spacious steppe
Glows a solitary light...
In my heart there is much sadness and much love.
But to whom and how
does one explain 
what beckons, what fills one's heart?
The path is long, the silent steppe remote,
Night is sorrowful, as my dreams are...

—Rachmaninoff

Saturday, February 18, 2012


we hike the ridge,
following the boundaries of water and winter as
the fraying gray edge of a storm is pulled over
the sleeping shoulders of berkshire hills and
the first soft fuzz of snowfall hangs
dreamlike in the distance.

we test the ice that's grown above
the river's soft current
and pause amongst storm ravages
piled up along its scarred banks
bent yellow grasses and brown broken limbs
displaced metal and deposits of shifting sand.

tomorrow there will be new horizons,
a new edge to follow,
and we each have islands of our own making
to row towards.
did you know love can step carefully on the thinnest edge of common ground?
did you know friends can walk each other to the fraying borders of goodbye?

— uma

Friday, February 17, 2012

Big Blue Skies



This is a "tilt-shift" image from our hike today. It was such a relief to see the sun and blue sky and to walk without my feet  sliding and breaking through a layer of sad, crusty snow. This has certainly been an odd New England winter and it would have been ironic, had I stayed in temperate New Mexico, to have missed such a mild season here on the East Coast.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

The Bookmill


When I visit the Bookmill (which unfortunately only happens only once or twice a year, a situation that must be rectified) I long to be the kind of person who can cozy up in one of their many comfy chairs and get lost in a book. Then I think of the neglected comfy chairs in my own house and wonder why I don't spend much time sitting in those either...hmmm.


I do clearly remember days spent simply idling in warm coffee shops and dusty bookstores, but they were lost somewhere along the way and replaced by a need to feel constantly productive and efficient. Must do! Must do!


I won't complain though. First of all, because I secretly enjoy getting lots of stuff done and secondly because just getting to visit the Bookmill (or anyplace else) on a weekday and meet a friend for what she calls "linner" (late lunch/early dinner) feels mind-bogglingly luxurious after 12 years in the 9-5 world.

Of course there was apothecary work to be done at home when I returned, but it is well worth working deep into the night for the freedom to be spontaneous, and while I may not spend much time curled up in comfy chairs I must admit the only source of rushing in my life is currently provided by my daily visit to the frigid river across the street and through the woods.

The schedule comes with a big financial sacrifice but I find that if I live simply enough and avoid the kind of consumerism I once used as a balm for my frayed, burnt-out nerves I can get through. I can even eat organic vegetables. So far.


Next door at the Lady Killigrew café I managed to secure a small table by a window. Oh yes, we have visited here before. The first year I had beer and noodles. The second year I noted that, oddly enough, beer in the afternoon was no longer appealing to me, but the noodles certainly were.

This year neither beer nor noodles were appealing. Just coconut water and a big salad, covered in a delicious sprinkling of grated beets and carrots. Oh, and a gluten free blueberry muffin. Next year I bet I won't want that. Perhaps by then I'll have become a breatharian, living on air alone, ha! Life is funny that way. The layers keep peeling away, peeling away, like a giant onion. So many foods, objects and even emotions I thought I couldn't live without, thought made me "me" no longer seem necessary. At this point all I can do is watch in amusement. There goes another one.


The Bookmill describes its offerings as, "Books you don't need in a place you can't find." True enough. I think this was the first time since moving to this area decades ago that I didn't become miserably lost trying to find the place (no thanks to my GPS which tries to lure me to an abandoned field every time I feed it the Bookmill's address.) A small sign pointing the way saved me from heading in the entirely wrong direction, which seems to happen to me more often than not both on the road and off it.

If you ever visit this area don't let the obscure location of this place keep you away. It's really magical.

 These the decoupaged walls of the restroom.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Memory/Memorial.


On Sunday about 300 people gathered together to memorialize our friend Kiran at a public event that was filled, once again, by live music and abundant love. Further evidence of a life devoted to art and unity between cultures and religions — and certainly humbling to witness.

These photos were of a small shrine set up where the many children in attendance were playing.

The messages the children wrote on these slips of paper were interesting. Some were simple,
"She was loving."
"She was kind."
"All loved Kiran."

Others were downright poetic.
"Run out in a forward life."
"As Kiran exposed the earth her life traveled forward."

One even read, in scrawly writing, "You can't exist."



This adorable little guy in glasses and a gray sweater showed me where I could write my own message beneath his, and instructed me to press down hard with the orange magic marker.
"Peace be with you, Kiran." I wrote.

Here's one of the songs the afternoon began with, Kabir's song by Snatam Kaur.

Confessions of a Gluten Addict.

Gluten free vegan chocolate cupcake with fresh raspberry frosting from Esselon Café. Delish!

I clearly recall the day, almost a year ago now, that I sat in the teaching barn of the herb farm and was introduced to the concept that gluten is detrimental to our health. Our teacher asked for a show of hands — who would be willing to give up gluten, dairy or both for 6-8 weeks and report back to the class about the experience? A couple of brave souls volunteered.

So resistant to this idea was I that my arms not only turned to solid lead but my mind, attached to the comfort and ease of consuming bread and pasta on a daily basis (multiple times a day in fact) recoiled in anger. I was still feeling kind of proud of myself for leaving meat and (most) alcohol by the wayside — now my beloved bread and dairy needed to be suspect as well? What on earth would be left to eat?! I remember going home and telling J about this "stupid" idea that gluten and dairy were bad over slices of freshly baked bread slathered in butter.
 
Matcha tea soy latte.

My food addictions, however, were soon made physically clear to me when, weeks later, J and I attempted our first mono-diet cleanse (again at the suggestion of my herbalism teacher). Within one day of quitting sugar, caffeine and gluten my body rebelled with even more force than my mind had that day in class. An unstoppable, excruciating headache arose, and I became extremely angry, depressed and scatter-brained. A friend who's an acupuncturist and practitioner of Tibetan medicine recently told me that real bread addicts (that would be me) who come off gluteomorphins (opiates which come from the breakdown of wheat) can actually go into opiate withdrawal when quitting it. 

Recalling how horrible I felt (horrible enough that the 5 day cleanse ended up lasting only 2 and a half days) this revelation didn't surprise me. It has, however, strengthened my resolve to continue what I thought was a brief experiment to omit all gluten and (most) dairy from my diet in an attempt to outwit Rosacea. I'm terribly uncomfortable with the idea of being addicted to anything, and while eating a piece of bread is not exactly shooting heroin, if gluten is capable of having that much of a hold on me (while not exactly doing me any favors physically) well, bye bye.

 Gone too soon.

So, while I have had to go (reluctantly) back on my prescription cream to control the symptoms of my recent flare up, I continue to search for holistic ways to bring the source of the imbalance itself under control. One unexpected benefit to this gluten-and-dairy-free experiment has been the disappearance of my chronic shoulder pain and tightness — not a bad side effect, given it's been bothering me almost continuously for over 3 years.

Like any natural treatment, this approach is (mostly) self-directed and involves doing a lot of research and experimentation. Yes you can (and should) work with a naturopath, but ultimately they are not the healer. Their job is to lead you to the true healer, and (drum roll please) that healer is you.

Though I think my diet was already fairly healthy compared to the Standard American Diet (SAD, ironically enough), what I've discovered in the past month is a whole new way of eating. With the help of blogs like Choosing Raw, For the Love of Food, My New Roots, and of course Kris Carr's Crazy Sexy Cancer site, I've started stocking the kitchen with a plethora of fairly new (to me) ingredients like chia and hemp seeds, flax oil, raw cacao powder, dates (lots and lots of dates) and fennel, and I've made some delicious meals, like a dinner of Coconut Citrus Kabocha Bisque with a huge salad (everything comes with a huge salad these days), breakfast of Black Quinoa with Almonds, Avocado and Honey, dessert of Fresh Blueberry and Chia pudding. 

We are so lucky to live in a time when so much information and inspiration is available to us at the click of a button! Please share if you have a favorite raw/mostly raw website or blog you turn to for inspiration.

My advice to anyone embarking on a change in diet is Go Slow. Take Baby Steps. Your mind and your body are accustomed to certain tastes and routines and attempting to give them all up at once can be an unpleasant shock to the system (especially if it's gluten!) Decide on what you want/need/are able to eliminate first and get comfortable with that before embarking on the next major adjustment. Be kind to yourself along the way.

It won't take as long as you think. I began this shift years ago by eliminating all meat but allowed myself, when I really felt I needed it, the occasional serving of fish until I learned how to add alternative high-quality sources of protein and omega fatty acids to my diet. Then I let the fish go too. I dropped coffee, replacing it with somewhat less caffeinated chai, and have now let that go as well with the exception of a small cup of chai or green tea (or a matcha latte!) every now and then. I replaced white sugar with raw and have since replaced raw sugar with maple or agave syrup. Next I'll transition to natural stevia powder (which I think I can even grow in my garden) and Coconut Palm sugars. I eased off the convenience of canned foods bit by bit until tending bubbling pots of vegetable stock and beans became an enjoyable weekend endeavor rather than an overwhelming chore. It takes time.

Enjoy the process of adding new ingredients to your kitchen, incorporating a few at a time and seeing how they fit in to your new menus. One week you can introduce yourself to chia. The next you can try replacing your bottled salad dressing with a drizzle of flax oil and a splash of raw apple cider vinegar. The next week sprinkle some hemp seeds on that same salad. Also, as you begin to make changes to your diet you may want to add a high-quality, organic, whole-foods multi-vitamin to your daily regimen. This will help fill in any nutritional "gaps" as you navigate the learning curve that a new way of eating inevitably presents.

I still have so much to learn, but if I am convinced of anything in this world I am convinced of this: what we chose to put into our mouths is of vital importance. Foods truly are the raw materials that our bodies are built from, and even if we've made "mistakes" with our diets in the past, the opportunity to rebuild our tissues using the highest quality ingredients begins anew with every minute. 

PS: At least one of those brave students who accepted the gluten and dairy free challenge last spring felt so much better she adopted it as a permanent lifestyle — something that made a huge impression on me and that no doubt contributed to my transition from "angry and unwilling" to "curious and open" to changing my own habits!

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Sharing the Love (and a request for help)

 
Dear blog friends,
Everywhere I turn these days I find another person battling serious illness. It's no wonder I can't stop thinking about health and natural healing. This past week a dear friend from both blog-land and "real" life was diagnosed with breast cancer. I took the photo above during one of our outings in the Berkshires.
 
I am sharing the following blog post from Vickie at Operation You and hoping you will consider doing the same on your own blogs. Let's support Se'lah as she battles cancer on her terms by sending her to the Hippocrates Health Institute in Florida.
 
Thanks in advance for sharing this post, sharing your prayers and good intentions, and perhaps sharing a little something towards her treatment. All of these gifts go a long way towards helping the healing process.
 
With humble gratitude,
Uma


Thursday, February 9, 2012
 
Healing Project for SeLah - Can you help?

Do you know of anyone in your life that has shown deep, unwavering love for God’s Creation?  I do.  Her name is Selah.  She is my wonderful friend, my true sister, and a passionate supporter of humankind; now, she needs our help.

Selah has used her blog,
Necessary Room, to help hundreds of people in need.  She has brought people together from around the world, allowing people to use Necessary Room as a platform to give, to love, to heal, and to establish beautiful friendships.  Practice Kindness” is how Selah explains her online projects to uplift the sick and love the forgotten.   One of my favorites is, "Selah’s Angels", a project established to send an anonymous card to encourage those who are battling cancer. 

Now, it is time to help her; Selah has been diagnosed with breast cancer.  Because she believes in natural healing, she has decided to attend the Hippocrates Health Institute in Florida. Total cost is $5,000.00.  Her health insurance will not cover the cost.

Will you help Selah continue to help others, by helping her?  If everyone can give a little something, it will go a long way. 
You may send electronic donations via www.paypal.com to:  Roxannbc@aol.com or you can mail donations to:

72 Fairview Oak Place
Dallas, GA  30157

Will you post this announcement on your blog?  Thank you.

Thank you, in advance, for your love, support, and prayers.  I started a non-profit organization for people who want to heal mind, body & soul; It is called Light, Liberty & Love, Inc.  Stay tuned…

Have questions?  Email me at vickie.mujahid@gmail.com or call me at 678-478-0777.
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