Letter c day 66

I wish my 66 was as entertaining as Route 66 was. In case, you don’t know the history behind my reference to it. My first introduction came in the Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck, he called it the mother road. Did you know part of Route 66 overlaps with the Trail of Tears, which documents the Cherokee Indians forced relocation in 1838 from their traditional homelands in the southern Appalachians.  I later learned the history of the road while traveling on it with my daughter Amanda. There was an information sign telling about Cyrus Avery (1871-1963), the Tulsa businessman, that championed the establishment of the highway and helped promote it, earning him the nickname “Father of Route 66.”  I vaguely remember a television show named Route 66 when I was young about two young men traveling on the infamous road with different people.My favorite and best exposure to Route 66 comes from Nat King Cole with his  version of the song Route 66.  Wow, looking for the clip on Youtube, I was surprised to see how many covers of the song there are.

If you ever plan to motor west
Travel my way
Take the highway that’s the best
Get your kicks on Route 66

It winds from Chicago to LA
More than two thousand miles all the way
Get your kicks on Route 66

Now you go through St. Louis
Joplin, Missouri
And Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty
You see Amarillo
Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona
Don’t forget Winona
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernandino

Won’t you get hip to this timely tip
When you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66

Won’t you get hip to this timely tip
When you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66
Get your kicks on Route 66
Get your kicks on Route 66

I told you Route 66 was more interesting than my 66th day of the letter-c.
Reading:
I started reading Roald Dahl’s Switch Bitch. I’m enjoying the writing style immensely. His initial opening story was an added bonus with my own writing project. The story is based on diary entries not as brief as I’ve chosen my vignettes to be but equally as engaging.
Culinary and Cancer tools:
Today’s dining pleasure is already prepared, we’re having left-over meatballs but not on pasta (poor Vic) but on zucchini noodles. Yummy!  A side salad to compliment with cherry tomatoes from our garden. Perfect:)
While we’re on culinary, I’ll give you more cancer fighting tools
Olive oil is  anti-inflammatory and antibacterial but many people voice concerns about heating it. Snopes burst the myth, it’s not toxic.
Onions are also anti-inflammatory and antibacterial. I wish I could eat them, I love the flavor but they’re particularly brutal to me. The reflux isn’t controlled by meds.
Lammas or Lughnassadh
The Wiccan in me is looking forward to enjoying the first grain harvest recognition on August 1st.  The word lammas originates from loaf mass, which recognizes wheat. Lugh is the Celtic Sun King and God of Light. We’re grateful for the abundance of light for our crops. It’s also a sad reminder that the days are shortening and the growing season is going to end for another year. Make the most of the harvest, plan for the future.
This will be the first year, I won’t be tossing as much as possible into the freezer for the winter. We’re moving and frozen food doesn’t transport well. Nor is it crucial as it used to be with our ancestors.
I don’t know how many of you remember your parents canning and freezing for the winter. I learned from my grandmother and did it myself for my own family.  Yes, there was a lot of work involved but the payoff was incredible. Picked and canned or frozen right from the garden with no additional additives.
I know I’m making Irish soda bread for hubby and me. but I haven’t decided what else we will have with it. The moon will almost be full, that comes on August 3rd. I need to make sure I recharge my crystals and my tarot cards in my garden altar. I don’t know where my next altar will be yet. I trust Morrighan will guide my way.
And, once August arrives we’re much closer to the next round of diagnostics.  slower than molasses…
hmm,  but did you know it is good for us.

Superhero or simply a perverse fascination with Death

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I’m going with Dead Pool because of the weird twists that began in the comic strips with Thanos, Death and Dead Pool. Who doesn’t love quirky romance? Bonus, we’re given quite the story.

Her appearance Lady Death, the personification of death itself, debuted in Captain Marvel #26 in 1973. Lady Death’s powers found her possessing infinite knowledge and power, and often materialized as a humanoid female, residing in an area known as the Realm of Death where she disrupted Thanos’s plans because she struggled with the possibility that he might actually love her. Stephen McFeeley in an interview said, “We talked about his motivation, and much of the motivation connected to Lady Death is about balance,” Feige added. “It’s the balance between life and death, the belief that life was getting unchecked and out of hand and there needed to be a correction. We wanted to make that the driving force of Thanos and his backstory.

Death’s relationship with other villains has varied, she is most famous for her “romance” with Thanos – though she often appeared to shun her would-be-lover, perhaps playing him as somewhat of a fool as her rejection made him ever more determined to prove his worth. In a cruel twist of fate, Thanos once obtained absolute omnipotence in the form of the Infinity Gauntlet only to find that Death still would not address him, this time due to the fact that Thanos was superior to her.

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_(Marvel_Comics)

https://villains.fandom.com/wiki/Lady_Death_(Marvel)

The Deadpool-Thanos-Death Connection: Marvel’s Weirdest Love Triangle

 

 

letter-c day 63

Culinary and cancer tool kit:

Buffalo wings and buffalo cauliflower… yummy.   I took the prilosec an hour before dinner as instructed. I thought the chicken and cauliflower came out delicious on the grill. Vic liked the chicken but not the cauliflower. He thought the seasoning was to strong on the cauliflower. I agree that the seasoning was more intense on the cauliflower but I liked it. It’s been two hours since dinner and the only discomfort is in the shoulder but no reflux or vomiting. YAY!

We did an early morning run to the grocery store.  I dread going because everything has increased in price.  We stopped at customer service to complain about the still missing inventory. Why is there still no decaf tea? The clerk said that inventory issues are because of the virus. I asked why other stores are not having trouble getting tea. She said the suppliers are causing the issue. Why would distributors select one grocery store over another?  Did she bother to write down the items that are missing on the shelves. Hell no, she just kept nodding her head. Maybe she’s hoping her brain will fall in place. Sorry, I’m tired of not finding the products I enjoy on the shelf or the clerk taking our request seriously. So screw it, I get my coffee in the mail by subscription now I’m going to get my tea the same way. Twinings has a website and there’s a larger selection than Wegman chooses to offer. Unfortunately, Wegman pushes so much of their own brand that variety is lost when the customer seeks it.   https://twiningsusa.com/collections/decaffeinated

I’m really fond of Nightly Calm and the Peppermint that Twinings carries which have totally vanished from Wegman’s shelves. Did you know Mint has some great qualities to help fight cancer?

Mint is a digestive aid as well as being antimicrobial. I love that relieves indigestion. But did you know it’s rich in vitamin c and beta carotene.

Mushrooms are anti-inflammatory but did you know mushrooms help our immune system, some say it helps us resist cancer.

https://www.mskcc.org/cancer-care/integrative-medicine/herbs/peppermint

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4017674/

https://www.cancer.gov/about-cancer/treatment/cam/patient/mushrooms-pdq

The weather:

I ‘m glad its been raining. I’m not happy about the wind and the hail. The hail broke a lot of my cucumber and zucchini leaves. The rain pelting and the wind whipping in the last three storms have broken my rose bushes and my gladiolus beds. Gladiolus I was able to bring in and put in vases. But the rose bushes required some major pruning. I did some on the biggest bush but I still have two to go. Rome wasn’t built in a day. But’s that okay.

Did anyone get to see the Comet Neowise? Our sky unfortunately had so much cloud cover the last three nights it hasn’t been possible. If you don’t know about Neowise I’ve included a link. I love looking at the night sky.

How to see Comet NEOWISE

Our next full moon is August 3rd.

Lack of sleep, and migraines:

The storms are raising havoc on my migraines and disrupting the little sleep I’ve been getting so this afternoon Macavity and I grabbed an afternoon siesta. I enjoyed the warmth of his little body wrapped around my legs. The nap helped take the edge off the migraine today and with the meds… I’ll make it until my nerve block on Tuesday. Which leads me to my song choice for today. Another Alice Cooper song. Welcome to my Nightmare.

 

Welcome to my nightmare
I think you’re gonna like it
I think you’re gonna feel you belong
A nocturnal vacation
Unnecessary sedation
You want to feel at home cause you belong

Welcome to my nightmare, whoa-whoa-oh

Welcome to my breakdown
I hope I didn’t scare you
That’s just the way we are when we come down
We sweat and laugh and scream here
Cause life is just a dream here
You know inside you feel right at home here

Welcome to my breakdown, whoa-whoa-oh
You’re welcome to my nightmare, yeah-yeah-ah

Welcome to my nightmare
I think you’re gonna like it
I think you’re gonna feel you belong
We sweat and laugh and scream here
Cause life is just a dream here
You know inside you feel right at home here

Welcome to my nightmare, ooh-ooh-ooh
Welcome to my breakdown
Yeah

Did you Alice Cooper’s real name is Vincent Damon Furnier and he’s 72 years old. It;s hard to believe his music career has spanned 50 years now.” In 1968, the band learned that Todd Rundgren also had a band called Nazz, and found themselves in need of another stage name. Furnier also believed that the group needed a gimmick to succeed, and that other bands were not exploiting the showmanship potential of the stage. They chose the name “Alice Cooper” largely because it sounded innocuous and wholesome, in humorous contrast to the band’s image and music. The legend that the name came from a session with a ouija board was later discredited. In 1975, Furnier adopted this stage name as his own to avoid legal complications over ownership of the band’s name.[19] Furnier, now known as Alice Cooper, later stated that the name change was one of his most important and successful career moves.”~ Wikipedia

My connection to his music began with School’s Out. But I was more familiar with How You Gonna See Me Now It was my ex-husband’s favorite song, he’d sing it to me after he hurt me, guess he thought it was a good apology.

“Dear darlin’ surprised to hear from me?
Bet you’re sittin’ drinkin’ coffee, yawnin’ sleepily
Just to let you know
I’m gonna be home soon
I’m kinda awkward and afraid
Time has changed your point of view
How you gonna see me now
Please don’t see me ugly babe
‘Cause I know I let you down
In oh so many ways
How you gonna see me now
Since we’ve been on our own
Are you gonna love the man
When the man gets home” Lyric Find
My reaction to his drunken behavior mirrored another one of Cooper’s song. Never Cry.
If there is a tear on my face
It makes me shiver to the bones
It shakes me, Babe
It’s just a heartache that got in my eye
And you know I never cry, I never cry
Sometimes I drink more than I need
Until the TV’s dead and gone
I may be lonely
But I’m never alone
And the night may pass me by
But I’ll never cry
Take away, take away my eyes
Sometimes I’d rather be blind
Break a heart, break a heart of stone
Open it up but don’t you leave it alone
’cause that’s all I got to give you
Believe me Babe, it ain’t been used
My heart’s a virgin, its never been tried
And you know I’ll never cry
And you know I’ll never cry
And you know I’ll never cry
Never cry, I’ll never cry
Break a heart, break a heart of stone
’cause that’s all I got to give you
Believe me Babe, it ain’t been used
My heart’s a virgin, its never been tried
And you know I’ll never cry
Never cry
I’ll never cry
Source: Lyric Find
I hid the pain all the time. Unfortunately, I still feel the need to mask my pain, my sadness. Letting people in I’ve learned invites more pain. It’s easier for me to write it, doesn’t matter who reads it or doesn’t. But I don’t actually have to maneuver the questions.
You never know how strong you are until being strong is your only choice.” – Bob Marley
”Challenges are part of life; We weaken our spirit, when we act in fear and lose hope. But we strengthen our spirit, when we fearlessly with faith and hope, rise up to meet and conquer the challenges.” ― Lailah Gifty Akita
Alice Cooper reminded me of a poem I wrote a while back about illusions.
The Red and The Black©

Debonair in a black tuxedo and top hat,
he entered the room with a haughty confidence.
Dashingly handsome in his borrowed finery
men and women alike envious of his allure.
Oblivious to all, his eyes scanned the room
seeking the vain wealthy woman in flaming red.
He strode with determined arrogance but
she did not turn but continued with her story.
Entertaining all the handsomely attired men
with her amusing tale and seductive voice.
Sensing his presence but wanting to hold him at bay
the ambitious young carpenter knew he must make a move.
The rules of upper class society be damned, only wanting his prey
he spun her to him in a forceful manner, sweeping her away.
Arousing the tempers of her youthful entourage,
she fluttered her fan holding them at bay
He pressed his hard muscled body against her while dancing
knowing the effect he was having on her, eager to score.
Whispered words of endearment and encouragement, he hopes
success is within his reach, however, remembering his last bitter failure
he knows, he must slow down and make the illusion last.

We all have our illusions, some would say they’re more like delusions.

30 day movie challenge~ Exorcist

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A movie/film that scared me was the Exorcist. I saw it at the drive-in with my date for the evening. He brought me back to the trailer where I resided alone. Every sound outside seemed intensified as I tried to sleep. I couldn’t/ didn’t sleep. The movie seemed to be on replay over and over because at the time I was personally questioning my own faith as many sixteen year olds do.

I thought the characters gave an exceptional performance especially Linda Blair as Regan. It was novel at the time to see everything through the protagonist’s eyes. To me it felt like we were even closer seeing it that way.

I didn’t know at the time,the movie was based on a novel by William Peter Blatty, who had in turn based his novel on a real-life exorcism in 1949 of a boy (‘Roland Doe’, about fourteen years old at the time) who allegedly was possessed of a demon. I wasn’t familiar with exorcisms until after I had seen the movie and then read the book. I was fascinated and terrified that it could happen. If you’re curious, this is a really good analysis of the movie.

Analysis of ‘The Exorcist’

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Peter_Blatty

 

 

I find the music comforting now even though the movie upset me watching it. When I began writing about the darker times in my life this soundtrack was helpful for my muse.

letter-c day 57

This day began pleasant enough with my black coffee, Macavity and Queenie by Candice Carty- Williams. I finished the book with Macavity sprawled across my lap while I read. Then I joined the husband for blueberry muffins, honeydew and  fresh blueberries while we played two games of cribbage once our window to eat opened. We typically only eat in an 8 hour window.

I wrote another stream of consciousness response to the prompt word, link. It was fun writing it on the Ipad with Macavity putting his paw on the screen disrupting my typing. He was in quite the playful mood before he conked out.

Book review:

The book is about a Jamaican woman living in the UK working for magazine company.  Her white boyfriend broke up with her, and insisted she be the one to move. He made more money. Her relocation based on her finances wasn’t ideal but at least she wasn’t on the street. Her contacts on a dating app led to one night risky sex and multiple visits to a clinic to make sure she didn’t get something.  Upon one visit, her doctor became concerned that she had been sexually assaulted because of the vaginal bruising and bite marks and suggested she seek help. Her self esteem was the real issue, she didn’t think she deserved better so now her personal and work life were escalating to self-destruct.  Queenie’s job was at risk because a co-worker claimed she was stalking him when in fact it was the other way around. She was suspended and had to move back in with her grandparents. Now, she was at rock-bottom and the only light in that tunnel was a counselor named Janet. Janet was very helpful when Queenie needed it most. The ending wasn’t cookie cutter perfect but it did show her life evolving in the direction it needed for her to find happiness.

I could relate to the self-destructive behavior and hitting rock bottom. I’ve been there. I didn’t think I was deserving of love let alone being treated nice just like Queenie. When you’ve been told your whole life you’re nothing, it’s hard to see yourself otherwise.  Thankfully, my present life isn’t in that place now or it wasn’t until my husband decided to open his mouth. Yeah, this post has now turned into a vent.

I don’t need more frustration or aggravation in my life because my hubby thinks I should have emails addy’s included on my phone for everyone in my contacts. WTF??? I don’t use my phone for emailing people. I don’t need to. I don’t want to be that connected to my phone. I get emails on my computer and that’s just where I want them to stay. So what does he say when I say I have no need to have them on my phone, that I’m just like his mother. I’m choosing to be intellectually and technologically incompetent. Ask me what I thinking… fuck you, dear! Yup, I’m pissed.

I could post Lily Allen’s song FUCK You but the lyrics address racism and hatred but he’s not either one of them. He’s just annoying. So instead, I’ve chosen Courtney Barnett’s I’m Not Your Mother, I’m Not Your Bitch. I told you my music taste is all over the place. Eclectic and sometimes down right selective! Almost poetic here.

Lyrics
I’m not your mother, I’m not your bitch
I hear you mutter under your breath
Put up or shut up, it’s all the same
It’s all the same, never change, never change
I’m not your mother, I’m not your bitch
D-did I stutter a little bit?
Sit down and shut up, it’s all the same
It’s all the same, never change, never change
I try my best at being patient
But I can’t only put up with so much shit
I’m not your mother, I’m not your bitch
I hear you mutter under your breath
Put up or shut up, it’s all the same
It’s all the same, never change, never change
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Courtney Barnett
I’m Not Your Mother, I’m Not Your Bitch lyrics © Third Side Music Inc
Dining tonight isn’t arsenic yet, though it could easily change.
There are three things a wise man should fear, a storm at sea, a night with no moon, and a woman’s anger.
I’m poaching tilapia and making a salad to go with the left over pasta and basil pesto. I picked the kale, lettuce, and swiss chard early this morning before the heat of the day. It doesn’t taste as good once it’s been overheated.  By the looks of the next few day, my veggies are definitely going to be stressed with this heat spell. Looks like I’ll be watering every morning and night.
Once we’ve finished the tilapia off we have in the freezer I won’t be replacing it because everything I’ve read lately indicates farm raised fish is more dangerous for us than wild.
Culinary pharmacy:
Halibut is anti-inflammatory in addition to being loaded with omega 3 fatty acids but there’s conflicting information on its value. So this I’ll leave up to you.
Kale, we already talked about with cabbage. It’s anti-inflammatory.
Leeks like garlic and onions is anti-inflammatory and antibacterial.

“Humor is almost always anger with its make-up on.” ~Stephen KingBag of Bones

letter-c day 46

46 consecutive days of blogging almost a record for me. I made it 90 days one another time. Maybe I’ll surpass my previous record this time.

The weather alerts are blowing up our phones. The sky went from a hazy blue to a very definitive stormy looking one. Yay, no lugging water for my veggies, or dragging the water hose around for the flower gardens. Speaking of flower beds, I posted a couple of years back a picture of my rose bush. I couldn’t believe how much it has grown since then.

They’ve completely covered the fence and grown over to the hostas. They’re very happy with their coffee grounds, chopped banana peels and eggshells every month and corn meal every March and September.

Charlie Daniels passed today. He was 83.  He’s probably most noted for “The Devil Went Down to Georgia,” a 1979 song about a fiddling duel between the devil and a whippersnapper named Johnny, Daniels originally called the devil a “son of a bitch,” but changed it to “son of a gun.”  I love how he made a fiddle sound. He was the best, although Alison Krauss and Mark O’Connor tried to outshine him.

Just like there is no other guitar player that can top Jimi Hendrix. I know Chuck Berry, Eddie Van Halen, Eric Clapton all tried but no way.

Just like when it comes to saxophones, no one can top John Coltrane in my opinion. He knows how to make it come alive. My favorites vary but I know what I love. Some say my music taste are eclectic.

 

My music, my reading choices, my hobbies are all signs of a well lived life because they all show how it has evolved continously. For that matter my friend choices are from all different walks of life and ages.

Books I’m currently reading are Churchill’s Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare by Gile Hilton. It’s a fascinating behind the scenes of the UK and Hitler in the early days. I’m working my way through Ursula Le Guin’s Steering the Craft, Lisa Cron’s Wired for Story and Writing the Life Poetic by Sage Cohen. Churchill I save for nighttime. The writing books I use during the day as stimuli for my writing and editing. My muse needs lots of guidance. Sometimes my rebellious muse needs more than words so I grab my camera which I did over the weekend. This was a shot I captured of a seagull just after it took flight at sunrise.DSC_0183

I’m working on a short story for Esther Chilton’s contest with the line required and this picture as my muse.  I didn’t know what had happened. Not at first. And then I knew.  I’m having fun working on it, which considering all that’s on my plate I need this kind of distraction. I’ll post it when I’m done.

My sweater crochet project has 8 new rows on it. I would have been further but I discovered I dropped several stitches which really changed the alignment of the double crochet clusters. So I had to rip some out. GRRRR

Letter-c  in case your wondering, I’ve got you shoved to the back of my mind. I can’t/ won’t allow more of my time, it’s bad enough you’re stealing my sleep still. I barely sleep as it is and you’re stealing that. One more day of mindless waiting. Though I’m dreading more delays, which I know is probably likely because the doctor will want to wait for the diagnostic tests on August 11th. That makes you happy doesn’t it, letter-c.   I’m going to keep my food battle against you in high gear, so don’t go smirking too much.

 More Culinary tools for fighting cancer

Cashews, yummy. Even better they’re copper rich and have the potential for suprressing tumors.

Cauliflower, we discussed yesterday with cabbage.

Celery is an anti-inflammatory. It’s also great for reducing blood pressure, too!

I have a funny story about celery. Back in school bus driving days , I would take a whole of celery, washed and cut into pieces with me everyday while I drove. I had done this for months consecutively. I complained about feeling light headed so I went to the hospital. The triage nurse couldn’t believe I had driven a school bus to the hospital with my blood pressure so low. Come to find out, you can overdo celery. Don’t eat it excessively, it does reduce your blood pressure. I already had low blood pressure so I compounded the situation.

Nothing exciting on the menu today, using the remainder of the  tuna casserole left-overs Right now I’m thinking about a chunk of sharp cheese and a granny smith apple to tie me over. Trying to keep my stress eating reined in, too!

Birthday approaching

Hard to believe CJ’s going to be 16 on the tenth of this month. CJ, is my second son, Chris’s boy. CJ already towers over me and I’m not short for my age.  Nor is his dad short and CJ is really close to passing him too. The doctor thought CJ would be easily 6 foot 7. He’s got a helluva start.

In my youth, I was 6 foot, now at least according to the last doctor’s appointment I’m 5 foot 10 inches. They lie to you about the golden years on every level. It’s more than getting old… you get creak and groans, you shrink, and your body malfunctions. WTF?????

“youth
it leaves you quick
and it never comes back”
― Emmy Marucci

 

“I was thinking about how people seem to read the bible a lot more as they get older, and then it dawned on me—they’re cramming for their final exam.” ― George Carlin

 

I haven’t taken up reading the bible so I guess I have time yet.

 

 

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https://www.webmd.com/cancer/news/20060519/broccoli-cauliflower-fight-cancer

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letter-c day 45

Two days more to go before the initial meeting with the gastric oncologist. This waiting is so frustrating. Time to me feels like pouring the dredges of honey from a bottle. January 8th is when all the crap began. They removed my gallbladder on the 13th. Nothing has been right since.  I’m very aware things take time and COVID-19 has complicated stuff but…cancer works on it’s own schedule not ours.

I couldn’t focus yesterday. I was even sure I would actually get a post for day 44 done but I did. It wasn’t one of my best that’s for sure. Though I did share some beautiful flower pictures from our walk in Lambertville.  The daisies made me smile.

Daisies

When I was young, I used to walk on the Horn of the Moon road in East Montpelier by the Wrightsville Dam picking daisies. I would weave them together and then wear them on my long red hair.  My crown of daisies lifted me from the drudgery. I was my siblings’ parent while our actual parents were in Connecticut running around with their liasons. Yeah, they both had lovers on the side. My father worked nights and my mother days so the timing worked well for their cheating selfs.

My sister used to pluck the petals and ask does he love me, or does he not. I never did. I didn’t want anyone to have that kind of control of my heart. Instead, I wanted to be riding off into battle dressed in armor with a daisy crown.

Poetry:

Apathy and Evil
Under a full moon, the wind ripped silent
that night in the overgrown cemetery.
Headstones cracked and leaned valiant
better than the local constabulary.
The decomposed body lies prominent
exposed, no one cared who did the treachery.
Eyes filled with indifference, so convenient
like everything in this small town sanctuary.

 

The daisies reminded me of the night I snuck to the cemetery for the first time when I was eleven after my siblings were asleep.  The nearest one from my grandfathers camp involved me walking across the Wrightsville Dam  Road and then down Route 12 for about a half mile then up the Bolio Road to the graveyard. I randomly laid daisy crowns on the worn headstones of my family members. That summer the nightly explorations became a favorite thing for me because I used to imagine the person’s life. The stories I would write about them. Writing has always brought me enjoyment.

This poem came about after re-reading my diary stories from my summer jaunts to the cemetery. I had written a story about a constabulary being killed and his body abandoned in the cemetery. No one looked there for his body. It wasn’t discovered until someone had been buried there the following year. He wad so disliked they simply left his body exposed with no investigation to follow.

I did love to wander a lot at night without my parents, or my grandparents ever knowing where I was.  Sleep wasn’t important to me. Maybe that’s why I have such good night vision. When I think back on all the things I did without ever thinking about the danger… I was a fearless child. Sometimes, I wish I had that kind of fearlessness now.

Culinary:

Tuna Casserole on this crazy humid ninety-four degree day.  I’m going to load my casserole with carrots and peas. We’re having a side salad with fresh picked kale, swisschard, and beetgreens with honeydew and cranberries. Yummy!

I wish the thunderstorms would come earlier today and cool things down. I love the energy of a thunderstorms, don’t you?

On Facebook, there’s a Lawrenceville community page and there was a bunch of posts about the firework noise. People need to release some of the tension with all this social distancing but of course some one has to be a downer. I wonder if they want Mother Nature arrested too because the thunder storms we’ve been having since this heat wave began are loud.

I’ll toss a couple more culinary cancer tools for you to know.

Cabbage like the cruciferous veggies, Cauliflower, Brussel Sprouts, Kale, Bok Choy, Broccoli and Turnip is antibacterial and anti-inflammatory. The key is not over-cooking it so you preserve the sinigrin compound that detoxifies carcinogens and inhibits tumor cell growth.

Cantalope is also anti-inflammatory with tons of Vitamin A.

Cardamon is a digestive aid and anti-inflammatory.  It’s great for digestive issues by simply chewing on cardamon seeds. Bonus you get fresh breath too! Cardamon may also reduce blood pressure, that’s an another added bonus.

Carrots are anti-inflammatory and also have tons of Vitamin A. The beta-carotene that gives carrots their lovely color helps us fight against lung, mouth, throat, stomach, intentinal, bladder,prostrate and breast… cancers. We should be eating carrots every day.

We made an early morning trek to the ocean. I really needed to recharge myself. There’s something about having my toes in the salty water and walking on the sand that refreshes me. I realized last night that’s what I truly needed. I hadn’t been in three months which is very unlike me.

One the ride back,  thought about the beach, people were socially distanced this morning. There was one family of three who arrived just before I was leaving that were doing their best to be in the moment. Dad helped his daughter fly her kite. She may have been three or four years old. Her joyous laughter filled the air. I miss the sound of happiness more than anything.

That leads me to my song choice today. Yeah I am very sentimental and sappy. I won’t deny it. It’s not the boy meets girl and falls in love part of this song that makes me smile as much as the perfect moment. Dancing barefoot on the grass, being together in that perfect moment. In the last two days, I’ve enjoyed perfect moments with Vic. We walked hand in hand on the canal. We sat together looking up at the beautiful Thunder Moon. We got up at 4:30 this morning to do an ocean pilgrimmage. We’ve played cribbage with coffee on the deck and in the kitchen.

 

Isn’t that what living in the moment is really about. letter-c , you have nothing to do with these perfect moments. My moments and dreams are mine always and forever.

 

 

Dear Johnny,

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Your Dad has grayed a lot in the past year since you left us.  Gramma sees the sadness in his eyes all the time with out you. I thought of you a lot yesterday, you loved the fireworks so much.  Your cousin Olyvia and you share that in common.

If you can find a way, let Dad know you’re with him. I think he really needs a sign from you. Gramma and Grandpa wished we could have been there with him. I hate this virus that is forcing us to be socially distanced.

You’re both always on my mind, always in my heart as are Vic, Jacob, Chris, CJ, Amanda, Olyiva, Lael, Braylie, Mikhayla, Caitlyn, Marcia, Debbie, Janine, Sammy and Logan

oops I can’t forget my beloved fur babies. Fluffy, Quasimoto, Purryl, Angel, Yeats, and Macavity.

The biggest regret of my life is that I have not said ‘I love you’ often enough.’

 

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https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/279176#:~:text=lower%20blood%20pressure.-,Cancer,and%20other%20types%20of%20cancer.

https://www.healthline.com/nutrition/cardamom-benefits#:~:text=May%20Contain%20Cancer%2DFighting%20Compounds,to%20attack%20tumors%20(%208%20).

Carrots

 

Wiccan Series

Part 8
Last year, I grabbed The Witching Hour by Silver Ravenwolf while I was at Barnes and Noble. Interesting book, if you haven’t read it, lots of practical advice in simple laymen terms.
 
I don’t know about you but nothing irritates me more than when an author pulls out these fancy smancy words and I have to grab a dictionary to read their book.
 
Okay, I’ll quit wandering off topic and get back to our topic
 
Meditations and witchcraft.
We’ve talked about people and energy fields and the vast opportunities these fields invite from change, reinventing, or simply clearing our spiritual bodies. We’ve discussed colors associated with these energy fields. However, not everyone is skilled enough to read these energy fields/ auras.
 
What I enjoyed reading was how Ms. Ravenwolf uses her skills to read people. She closes her eyes and thinks about the person in the present time and how they are acting at that moment. She then reaches out to the universe, and nature seeking a connection that correlates with the person at that moment in time. She would request images or mental pictures to understand what the person needed to solve their problem or why they were reacting as they are.
 
I thought that this was an interesting approach and maybe I could fine tune my psychic skills. My strengths before I was injured in 2011 was I could see colors around people easily. It terrified me at first but then I found it comforting because forewarned was always better than being caught off guard with negativity.
 
Then I had the brain injury and my ability to process changed drastically. I had to find a way to function in my own pain cycle and learn to focus my mind again. Meditation was very helpful to me although I never regained the visual imagery of color. Instead, my hearing became acuter. Because, my hearing is off the scales now it offers different opportunities. I hear the energy and then by studying the person’s actions, I make different assessments based on what I’ve read and used in the past about different auras.
 
Ravenwolf discussed having your body being prepared for the readings such as a spiritual bath, deep breathing or mental clearing. For me, mental clearing has served me well. I don’t want my personal baggage interfering with the person I’m reading. It’s not like we always have the time to prepare but doing the best we can matters.
 
Anyway back to Ravenwolf’s process, it appealed to me because I am very much in tune with nature. So I decided to try her path and see how it works. I focused on the person and said their full name three times and than inquired with the universe and nature to provide me with nature images that would be beneficial to that person. I scribbled everything that came to mind so I could study the images. She stressed not being judgmental, just go with what comes to mind during the visualization and meditation.
 
I talked with different friends in the craft and they agreed with her assessment as it being very shamanic and intuitive.
 
What I discovered in following this path my focus improved and my visualizations along with the energy I heard helped me understand the person and their needs much better and I was able to be more helpful when needed. I also discovered it helped me fine tune my relationships and eliminate the negative energy people draining me.
 
Like for instance this one person every time I followed her method and visualized with the universe’s help the image that came to mind after saying the person’s name was poison ivy, the shiny five leaves were distinct. This person always caused stress and I felt like my skin was irritated but no rash or visual sign appeared but once I ended our relationship I no longer had hypersensitive skin. I should have listened to my body’s warning signs but didn’t. My hearing felt overstimulated and I didn’t feel balanced. Yet I dismissed it because we’d been friends for years. I minimize my time with the person and take extra precautions for myself to minimize her effect on me .
 
The bottom ls to fine tune your psychic skills and the method that works best for you. Blessed be
 
The Witching Hour by Silver RavenWolf 2017 Pgs 88-90

Wiccan Series

Part 7

Do you find yourself conflicted? You’re not alone. All of us seek unity within ourselves and with heaven and earth. But getting there seems challenging if not impossible. How do we develop a keener understanding of our self?
 
That’s where understanding the impact of our actions is vital. Reflection on unity through meditation allows the watery realms of our emotions to become clearer. We react and feel for reasons that are frequently unclear because we get so overwhelmed with stress and life’s complications. Shining a light on our emotions and reactions will help us evolve into our fullest potential. We need to embrace our psychic powers, use the awareness to guide our responses and reactions. They’re a natural part of us and within our power to change because we are always in a constant cyclic state of growth and change. Sadly, many of us fear growth and evolution. That fear handicaps us.
 
Reality is growth and change are inevitable and unavoidable. We are here to live and experience life and to fear less so we can reach our fullest potential.
 
“The death of fear is in doing what you fear to do.” — Sequichie Comingdeer
 
“Magic is not always serious or solemn. It is a joyous celebration and merging with the life-force.” — Scott Cunningham.
 
“Good energy was never meant to be waisted on idiocy.” – Silver RavenWolf.
 
“Magic is natural. It is a harmonious movement of energies to create a needed change.” — Scott Cunningham.
 
“A witch is someone who has dedicated her life to learning about the connections between things. She studies the different cycles and her place in them. She learns how to use the energy in herself and in the world to make changes. And most of all, she tries to make the world a better place for herself and other people.” — Isobel Bird
 
Blessed be.

Wiccan Series

Part 6

As humans, we are a complicated and often disorganized mass of processes that include our brain, mind, heart, emotions, and body. Many of us seek the craft as a means to clear the clutter and free ourselves of the chaos unaware that true enlightenment begins inside and not by casting a spell. Don’t get me wrong spells can be fun and powerful but they don’t resolve deeper-seated issues.
 
Merriam-Webster defines psyche as the soul, mind, or personality of a person or group. For simplicity sake, let’s go with this metaphor an iceberg. It looks like a hunk of ice but reality it is encompassed with many layers that all tell a story. Humans are definitely complicated stories that continuously
evolve, sometimes smoothly and other times all over the place.
 
“The human psyche is also different layers:
1. The spirit-which is your higher self, a part of the world of the divine, and the ultimate source of inspiration and guidance.
2 The mental level which includes the conscious rational mind. ( I know in some of us rational is questionable.) It receives information from our emotional and instinctual level and directives from the spiritual level.
3. The astral being includes the emotional and instinctual level. At its highest level, it is conscious and engages the mind, at its lowest level it is unconscious and engages with life functions of the physical body.
4. The physical body includes the cerebrospinal and autonomic nervous systems and the digestive and glandular organs. They all interact with the emotional and instinctual level. Laymen’s terms the physical body is the instrument of your actions in the physical world.” ~ Denning and Phillips.
 
All of our psychic powers begin at the astral level, some individuals are more in touch function at a fairly high level are considered telepathic. The majority of us either interact with ordinary emotions or the imagination with signals that come from the middle astral level or from the material plane and receive their signals from the lower astral level.
 
With this noted those with more advanced psychic powers communicate through the energy of auras which emanates continually from the astral body. This is the basic instrument of telepathy, those lucky individuals can transmit and receive.
 
Other individuals gather information from the collective unconscious by emphasizing symbols and images. While other individuals gather information from projections of astral substance. Spirit rapping or spontaneous telekinesis are examples of astral projections.
 
What is important with all this information is our relationship with the material world. Consider this our bodies are the instruments of our actions in the material world and ultimately our manifestation. Consider all the information we gather daily through our five senses, our interactions in nature, and the cosmos everything is connected. It is a collective consciousness that continues to develop daily as Lena Kristin Olsen frequently reminds us in her morning posts. How do we perceive the day and how will we engage in that day?
 
The question to ask is our mind our worst enemy? That choice is ours, it can be friend or foe, depending on how we use it. Our mind can be a magickal place or a flaming habitat of hell. It is within us to heal our bodies and mind into a peaceful place by daily practice of meditation and communing with your deity or the goddess.
 
” Lead me from the unreal to the real! Lead me from darkness to light”~ The Upanishads
 
As you close your eyes this evening consider what your cosmic influence is really. How can you use your psychic skills to better your life and that of your loved ones? Blessed be.