So you like to plant things…?

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Urban farming

Gardening

Homesteading…

How’s this for another consideration?

 

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Two weeks; 14 hours away

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(memory review)

That’s a strange reaction from a parent.

Why would you get mad at me

for getting sick during our stay out of country?

 

First I was grateful for the Dramamine

during the trip over.

But halfway through the intended stay

Well, things happen.

 

It was not my intention

to spoil your fun plans.

You can still go do your city things.

Just leave me alone in the hotel room

to try to deal with my misery.

 

Stop crabbing and scowling.

Even the aunties (your friends) are more patient

and understanding than you.

How strange!

In fact, it was an auntie that took

me to see a doctor when the nausea came on.

(she and I were visiting, walking on the sidewalks).

 

Maybe what made me sick, I think,

was because of the stink

that I got a nose full of

(garbage and exhaust)  whenever

we stepped outside the hotel doors.

That horrid, ripe stench; just about everywhere.

 

Retrospect: the thought of

the fountain and pool

in the hotel lobby, with water sounds,

teeming with large goldfish

makes me smile.

photograph courtesy of Pixabay.com

 

 

 

Contradictions

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How strange.

When one craves peace away from the norms of confinement, discord and perpetual stress, that, when escape is received in the form of a different set of four walls…the peace and calm, newly found, is considered somewhat boring.

Break the old indoctrination.

Let go of the complacency.

Or remake of the new residence, another cage.

 

Welcome to the new world, you don’t have to bring the old village in your mind with you.

But sometimes, people willingly choose to.

For the sake of preserving traditions and old ways

Mind numbingly so, at times.

But the children are smart enough

to ask “why do we do that?”

And in reply they are only told “because it is tradition. Remember and follow the traditions. Don’t be hollow bamboo”.

 

So the children grew up and learned

many new things (and new information about old traditions )

their own way.

 

 

Bamboo candle photo courtesy of pixabay.com.

 

 

 

She’s not deaf

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To the woman being tended to at the cash wrap

The cashier understands what you’re saying

If the cashier didn’t understand English

she wouldn’t be helping you out.

She’s only has an accent.

You don’t need to speak louder or slower.

Not even to say “thank you” or “good bye”.

 

Red tulips

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A memory.

When the street my parents’ house was on went through some curb reconstruction, whomever was behind the machinery to dig out chunks of soil was so very careful to give the red tulips at the base of the mailbox a little leeway.

It was a considerate gesture. Thank you. Whoever you (plural?) were.

Alas, the tulips eventually had to go, as one day, they were no longer seen anywhere near the mailbox post during the course of the construction.

…Perhaps some replacement flowers are in order, after all these years.

Leaf-ing it alone

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Nature gets me back to myself. For the past couple of days, I have been writing, but I did NOT consciously use my human design inner authority to make some decisions. The mind is a magnificent computer with all this data and potential for add-ons in the form of learning. But for me, it’s not where satisfying decisions come from, as I mentioned in Consulting the oracle.

I’m not a type A person, blending well into a rush-rush society. Sometimes I go with the flow, but it is not my flow. Being type A when my inner authority is a very laid back type B (stomach/emotional authority – feel it out, time IS a friend) can cause complications.

I went to a local park the other day, hoping to find beauty and a sense of peace near the man-made water structures (I had been wanting to go for a short while, but my inner compass didn’t lead me there until that day).

Well…half-sies. The water cascades and streams flowed. The sounds were a soothing series of gurgles and swishes. But looking at my photos, (and back again at the water) the water was not clean. There was foam, which could be normal with the little waterfalls rushing into pools. Maybe. But the water gave off the distinct aura of something slimy, a bit dirty. A little voice said: but they’re pretty pictures, though.

Yes. But… So I erased them.

However, it was on my way out of the park, then turned around to face it again, when something else caught my eyes.

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And again, more leaves, randomly, at one of my other stops on that same day.

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Thanks, mama nature. 🙂

 

 

Clearing the throat and lungs.

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Once more in this summer weather, I find myself congested ever so slightly and intermittently on the cooler/damper mornings on waking up. The mild congestion starts in the throat area and as it worsens, goes down into the lungs (but that is usually a cold season problem).

Traditional Chinese meds would have you take note of what was symptoms were occurring and the first method of treatment would be with food.

Below are the procedures I went through for self-healing and still use when needed (except for the colloidal silver).

 

If there is heat in the lungs and nasal discharge is involved:

  1. yellow; warning
  2. green; high alert

My go-to is hot, fresh tea/tisane or miso broth, even some type of broth with miso mixed in, and coconut based food – as well as consume as much (and a variety) of live culture foods.

NO cold or chilled foods. I avoid dairy at this point because it makes me produce more phlegm.

I personally tend to stick with kombucha unless my body says it wants other live culture foods.

 

Heat, aka an infection starting, also (for me) is felt usually in the pharynx area as rough grit sandpaper scratching or maybe a sensation of a very precise swipe with something blunt yet pointed, in the throat. This usually happens in the colder season.

A hot cup of strong peppermint tisane and a coconut macaroon(s) the size of one’s fist are what I consume until I get some live culture foods into my system. The brands of organic tisanes that I like for robust, clean, peppermint-y strength are:

  1. Yogi
  2. Traditional Medicinals
  3. Choice
  4. sometimes this too from Stash

 

Heat in the body shows up usually as irritations (internal or external) – such as rashes.  A bad case of acute dermatitis at the front of my neck years ago had me spraying on colloidal silver on my skin often. The silver gel by the same company irritated my skin (I’m guessing it may have had to do with the carrier for the gel).  The redness, swelling and oozing  cooled and drained; the skin eventually calmed down. But along the healing path, the rash patches changed from red to a more purplish coloring before eventually fading.

A co-worker remarked that it looked like bruises on my neck as if someone had tried to choke me. My food habits at that time were not that great either – plenty of mall food (refined sugars and empty starches/carbs) to go with the mall retail job.

Considering the personal situations at the time, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a karmic note to self to take care of an old issue.

The colloidal silver spray brand that I had used was this one.

 

Of course, there are also other forms of medicine involved in healing the throat, as mentioned in Throat Care.