Energy Flow

I have been at the mercy of my energy levels. Normally my energy is bountiful. I can make a to-do list the length of my arm and have it knocked out by the end of a most satisfying day. I run three times a week and lift heavy things the other three days. I sleep well at night. I eat good, home-cooked meals made with that extra bit of love that I can radiate out of my heart an into the frying pan, or cookie sheet or whatever.

For the past 19 weeks this has not been the case. I’m lazy. Afternoon comas the first 12 weeks and up until two days ago, there were moments where I just needed to be horizontal on my comfy bed. Exercise routine? Nope. I can stretch most days. Home-cooked meals are hard to come by, especially those with love. It’s more like a bit of, “meh.”

It’s very obvious that I have a ninja baking in my oven. We are pretty happy. It’s a wonderful reason to take a break from the manic pace I seem to keep in my life. It was hard to accept at first. I just looked bloated and thought there was no reason in the world I shouldn’t be able to carry on with my life as usual. Don’t women do it all the time? There is a lot of things that I was never told I’m discovering. The last two days I have been feeling more like myself. I’m glad to be back, even if it is only for a few more weeks.

La Luna Llena and what to do about it


Wednesday was the full moon. This is not something that I’ve paid attention to for at least 8 years. When I lived on the East Coast, every single full moon one of my friends and I would take a chilled bottle of wine and make our way to a small lake in our neighborhood and enjoy the water, the moon and the muskrats. We told ourselves that they were muskrats anyway. I remember vaguely this tradition started when my friend had visited to a psychic  for a reading and was told about a ritual to perform at the full moon and she wanted me to go with her to try it. I’m sure it wasn’t something alarming otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed, but leave it to my younger self to bring wine to delight in once the ritual, which lasted only a minute or two, was finished.

When I started my big girl job, I gave up on the full moons, and all night in general, as I had to go to sleep before the sun went down because I had to be at work in the middle of the night. I’d forgotten about this tradition completely until I saw the full moon marked on my whimsy calendar. It wasn’t printed in my planner? I can’t imagine why. I thought at least that phase of the moon would be printed on every calender.

I began reflecting on all the wonderful wine-filled full moon evenings with my friend and thought that it would be nice to start some sort of full moon tradition with my hubs. When I presented the idea to him, he immediately squashed it: he likes his personal time after he gets off work (when I’m usually asleep), I’m too grouchy at night (true story), staying up too late would ruin my highly productive mornings, and I don’t drink wine during the week and would not be happy if I did. These are all very valid points. The only thing I’d considered up to that point is substituting wine with herbal tea, because that’s how I roll these days.

I have resolve though. I’m not going to let his logical arguments dissuade me from starting new traditions. Of the two of us, he is highly steeped in his family traditions, some of which I still don’t even understand. Everyone should have something to look forward to. At least I find a bit of comfort in ritual/routine.

Here are some ideas for the next full moon:Moon Bathing- Pouring a cup of your favorite drink and sitting out and catch some of those rays. The moon has it’s own energy, right? It can’t always be sunlight and tans.

  • Moonlit Picnic- go a step further a prep some nibbles, maybe bake some cooies, to truly enjoy your time basking in the moonlight. When it gets cooler I’m thinking some cocoa and cookies.
  • Plant something- It’s a favorable time to plant root crops, perennials and bulbs. I should plan accordingly.
  • Have a Party??- Werewolf themed party, On the Beach Thailand-Style…probably as wild as I will get is to invite some people over for wine and cheese or s’mores. A little togetherness never hurt.
  • Get a Tarot Reading- Or any sort of divination. Psychic awareness is heightened during the full moon. Randomly enough, if you don’t live in a place with a reader, or you don’t read your own Tarot, you can get a reading on Etsy. Who knew? I haven’t tried this so I’m not sure of the accuracy, but I think that’s pretty neat.
  • Cleanse your cards- speaking of Tarot, the light of the moon cleanses energy from your cards. There are a few ways to cleanse cards, but I’m all for the way that involves the least work, so this counts.
  • Meditate, preferably in a group- The Global Meditation Movement organizes a meditation on the full moons to spread peace. I do it regularly anyway, so making sure I coordinate my time isn’t that big of a deal. Meditating in a group is supposed to have more of an impact than just a single person.

Am I forgetting something? I’d considered some of this before the last full moon, but the weather outside was awful and I didn’t do any proper planning. I did practice the Tarot and drink some tea though! The next full moon is on Friday, 13 June. That sounds a bit ominous! I have plenty of time to plan something stellar.


5 Things I Learned About Myself in 30 Days

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Today it’s 1 month since I officially left my job. It was a hard decision to make but so far, it’s been wonderful for both me and my family. Before leaving, I had all these grand ideas about what my life would be like when I stopped working. Some of it was true. Others are still morphing into what they will end up being. Cryptic? Just a bit.

Here is what I have learned about myself since I quit working:

1. I hate pants.  Except yoga pants. They are the only acceptable pants in my opinion.

2. Brushing my hair is completely optional. I have curly hair. It will look that crazy no matter what I do. When I worked, I actually tried to tame it. Now, I let it run wild and it looks exactly the same.

3. I have a deep seated need to be busy. My day is very structured and I did not feel just a little twinge of, “oh crap! I need to do x or y!” So to make sure I feel that, I signed up for some free courses on Check it out! You can find anything your heart desires. OR you can find things you didn’t know your heart desired, but now that you have seen it…well, it’s a must! I decided on Introduction to Guitar, because I think I’m cool enough to learn how to play, and Fundamentos de la Escritura en Español, because not only do I want to take a writing class, but I want to take it in a different language. Also, I’m on the watch list for The New Nordic Diet. Why? Because I can!

4. I make amazing dessert. In my old life, I only really ever had time to make the three squares. Now I have time to make dessert! I’m trying to keep it as a twice a week thing.

5. I have pretty good balance. I have more time to practice yoga and my standing poses are much stronger. I can nail a crow pose. My side crow is still abysmal. Nothing to do but practice.

This is just a list of preliminary observations. I have plenty of time to delve deeper. My dog and I are going to test out how much we like naps today. I think her favorite spot is my yoga blanket.


Scaring My Pants Off

I’m sensitive.

This is a fact. This has affected my life in many ways however the only one that causes a minor problem with my wonderful hubs is that we don’t go to the movies. He loves the whole movie going experience and used to go fairly regularly but I can’t do it. The first reason is that movies are seriously no less than 2.5 hours and I don’t think I can sit that long with focused attention. Also, what if I have to go to the bathroom? I don’t want to miss anything and have to maneuver past people numerous times with my goings and comings while they are trying to enjoy the movie. It’s just too long. However, the second reason I can’t do it regularly is this pesky crying because I’m overly sensitive issue that I have.

My most recent trip to the cinema with my movie loving husband was to go see Non-Stop.  Easy day, right? Action. Suspense. Liam Neeson. It was supposed to be 106 minutes of thrills! I was so confident in this that I even wore eye makeup.

No spoilers here but it definitely was all the action that one could hope for but the last 10 minutes I was bawling. Ugh. So. Embarrassing. When the lights came on I turned my head to see my husband staring at me incredulously.

I remember when I was very young, my grandma was visiting and the post theater was playing Snow White. So we all went. I remember that my grandma cried at the end of Snow White and my mom razzed her quite a bit. I remember thinking it was strange that she was crying. It is only Snow White…I have turned into my grandma. I’m okay with this because she’s pretty cool.

When I’m home alone, I actually do like to watch movies but I lean toward the horror genre (as previously mentioned). Horror movies don’t make me cry and not crying is pretty awesome to me.  The problem with watching movies though is I actually have to pay attention to the screen. Especially if it’s a movie that is in a language that I don’t speak, of which there are many because I only speak two languages. In my circumstances, I spend quite a bit of time counting stitches, making cables, and all manner of fiber art. Better that I have something to listen to rather than miss the movie. Or constantly have to backtrack which will make a 90 minute movie so much longer.

GargoyleI recently discovered there is a solution for people like me. The horror podcast! I wish I’d discovered this sooner. I’ve only just started listening to these podcast but they have been perfect solution to be entertained in a short doses- I realize an audiobook would serve as well but I have a problem with that kind of commitment at this time. I have yet to find an episode to make me cry but when the sun goes down, I make my dog go with me when I have to go into different rooms in the house because these stories give me the willies.

  • No Sleep Podcast-very well produced. There are many narrators, sound effects, and music.
  • Knifepoint Horror- this is a single person telling a story. It gives me chills.

These are the only two I have checked out and really enjoy. Are there any podcasts or other media that would be suitable for someone with busy hands? What do you listen to for diversion?


Pick a Winner

I didn’t grow up in a household that constantly had a blaring (insert sport here) game on at any given moment. We never discussed the merits of which sports team over another, we did not keep up on who would be the most popular draft pick, we didn’t even bother with knowing which season it was frankly. It wasn’t until I attended graduate school that I realized that schools in fact really do have football teams. Who knew?

Then I met my husband. And then I met his family.  I realized that people actually like this stuff. They LIKE yelling at the tv. They love the feeling of camaraderie when they run into someone who also very much prefers their favorite sports team, especially if they are a stranger in a strange town. Especially if they are actually at the game.

This has been a enormous change for me. Even still, my attention span is negligible but I have at least tried to learn what’s going on in the field/court/whatever. One of my least favorite sports is basketball. I wish I could say it was for something profound, but it’s not. I can’t stand the shoes squeaking on the court. If I’m forced to watch it, it has to be on mute. Also, I have found that with basketball or hockey I cannot focus on a single other thing except the game. This annoys me. What if I have to count stitches? I don’t want to miss anything. Football is my much preferred sport. It gives me time to do my thing.



Now it’s March Madness and, as is family tradition, I must join the family pool. My husband asks me sweetly to fill out a bracket multiple times a day until it’s done. I’m not willing to say no, but it seems like such a chore. Additionally, I was very willy nilly about my very first bracket and actually won the pool. Now I have a reputation to uphold.

Here is the criteria I use for picking winners so that I can dominate in the family pool in order of importance:

1. Did I go to that school? Automatic winners. Always.

2. Is the team a rival of a school I went to? If so, they are out. No questions.

3. Did my school ever lose to that school during football season, particularly in a bowl game? If yes, they’re gone.

4. Have I ever lived in that state? Yes? In.

5. What do I know about the team? Is there a cocky star player? They’re out. Did they do some fabulous work of charity? They’re in. This could be anything. The trick is that I actually have to know about it. Chances are I don’t.

6. Did I think about attending that school? If I did, there must be some redeeming quality about it. It may not be the basketball team, but surely there is something. They’re in.

7. Do I like the coach? I may not know anything about the coach, but do I like the coach’s style? Does he look angry? Does he have a nice face? My gut feelings about a coach can sway me in either choosing a team or discounting them.

8. Do I like the uniforms? What about school colors? I’m not one for fashion, but I can’t tolerate garishness. Understated fashion=humble talent, if you ask me.

9. Finally, chances are I have no idea about many of these criteria…so I always go underdog. I love a good underdog story. This criteria alone has made me look like a mad genius on numerous occasions. It’s fantastic!

So for 2014…I’m predicting Wichita State…does that sound wierd? I got nothin’ against Wichita…