Make you feel my love

Make you feel my love

I’m on day 6 of Bhakti sadhana, and part of the process can involve choosing a sacred text of some kind to read. I am reading “Autobiography of a Yogi” by Paramahansa Yogananda. Boy do I love it! Here’s a few of the great quotes so far:

“Bricks and mortar sing us no audible tune; the heart opens only to the human chant of being.” 

A poem in the book, by Mirabai: 

“If by bathing daily God could be realized,

Sooner would I be a whale in the deep;

If by eating roots and fruits He could be known

Gladly would I choose the form of a goat;

If the counting of rosaries uncovered him

I would say my prayers on mammoth beads;

If bowing before stone images unveiled Him

A flinty mountain I would humbly worship;

If by drinking milk the Lord could be imbibed

Many calves and children would know Him;

If abandoning one’s wife could summon God

Would not thousands be eunuchs?

Mirabai knows that to find the Divine One

The only indispensable is Love.

…And I’m thinking about love. No, I’m feeling love. Thinking and feeling are two completely different things, and frankly I’m tired of living in my head. The only indispensable is LOVE. Thinking about om, and how in the mantra om, not only do we reach out to the divine, but the divine answers back, in the same moment. See there is no separation, there is no this and that, no give and take. Love is flowing in all directions in all moments. Listen and you will hear it. Stop thinking and you will feel it. What is the chant of YOUR being? Where, and how are you feeling love RIGHT NOW? Listen. It’s calling for you!

Om. Amen. Hallelujah!

check it in musical serenade, Adele-style: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZXjqwOxH4g&feature=related

When the rain
Is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
I could offer you
A warm embrace
To make you feel my loveWhen the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no – one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you
Haven’t made

Your mind up yet
But I would never
Do you wrong
I’ve known it
From the moment
That we met
No doubt in my mind
Where you belong

I’d go hungry
I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawling
Down the avenue
Know there’s nothing

That I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my loveThe storms are raging
On the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change
Are blowing wild and free
You ain’t seen nothing
Like me yet

I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends
Of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love, To make you feel my love

(thanks Bob Dylan…)

A total eclipse of the heart

A total eclipse of the heart

Oh my beloved blog friends, forgive me for my hiatus. But that’s what happens. Life grabs you by the tail, swings you around, and pretty soon you’ve wasted weeks cyber-window-shopping and reading facebook status updates without contributing squat to the world (or more specifically to the virtual technological community we call “internet), or without saying anything even remotely profound, or at least, that’s what happened to me…

But I’m back now, and I’ve got plenty to say. We won’t look too far back into the past, since it’s clearly gone, but we’ll start with last Sunday, because it is the first day of the week thanks to good ol’ Julius Caesar.

Sunday was the solar eclipse. If you want to get into the deep astrological implications of it, check this out: http://darkstarastrology.com/solar-eclipse-may-2012/#.T77fZBwoIc8. 

Did you see it? I didn’t get to see it, I was putting my kiddos to bed while it was happening, while trying to listen to a teleconference eclipse meditation offered by the wonderful Miss Shiva Rea. So I got the vibe. In Venice Beach, CA, where the meditation was held, literally on the beach, there was a fog over the water, so they were able to view the eclipse with relatively naked eyes. I felt the transmission through the meditation, which I finished after both of my boys were beautifully asleep.

So what’s the big deal? Sunday was an especially good day to start something new. (not that today is too late!) So I did. I started something new. I started a bhakti sadhana. A what? A bhakti (devotional) sadhana (practice). It’s a yoga thing. It’s a 30ish day climb from new moon to waxing full moon to waning new moon. It’s a commitment, made for the purest reasons, to get closer to your “Self” and understand your “self” a little better. Bhakti is the art of easing the line between Self and self, lover and lovee, divine and human, etc. etc. etc. It’s like hopping on a love train; you don’t know exactly where you’re going, but it feels so good to let the wind blow through the open window and mess up the hair of your heart and let go of all that crap weighing you down. It’s a lot of om-ing, sing-ing, chant-ing, smiling, hugging, breathing, gratitude, love, receptivity, and generosity.

We had a little yoga pow wow on Saturday May 19, where I led a great group of willing yogis through the initiation into bhakti sadhana. So I had to be the proof in the pudding, or however that saying goes, because I encouraged all of them to begin on May 20th, and so I began. It’s a slow process, detoxifying all the limits on love. And I hear the Divine saying to me “why do you look for me, when I am all around you?” And I’m thinking about the ways in which we put the divine in a cage, like a lion, and decide that the only place we can find it is THERE (church, music, poetry, yoga, you name it). The lion wants to come out, and I’m letting it out. I want to see the divine in everything, and quite honestly, especially myself. Because if I can see the divine in me, I can see it in the ones who I struggle with. I want to see the divine especially in the moments I’d rather not be in, I’d rather not be responsible for, I’d rather not witness. Because the divine is there just as much as anywhere else. So my commitment is to remember the divine, to lose my mind and perceive my heart, for the next 25 days. (today is Thursday, so I’m 5 days in).

I’ve been thinking about that eclipse. There was a photo I saw, where the moon is hanging brazenly in front of the sun. There is just a ring of the sun’s fire, and these amazing triangular rays expanding out from the edges of that union. And at first I thought, how brave of the moon. I was relating the moon to the feminine energy of the universe, and how difficult and scary it might feel to dance with the very essence of fire itself, to stand between it, and it’s greatest purpose (earth). And I was relating that to how I feel sometimes as a woman, as a wife, as a mother to sons. And then it occurred to me, that sweet brave moon had no choice. This eclipse, this one, on May 20, 2012, was decided for her. She knew it at least 27,000 years ago. She’s had time to prepare, sure, but it’s not like she could just skip out that day of hanging in the sky. It was fate. It was destined. It was will. It was dharma. And then I got even more insight about my life. It was like the moon, hanging there in front of the sun, lifted her hands and shrugged her shoulders and said “whaddya gonna do?” You’re going to go with it Heather, and you’re going to love every minute of it, because THIS is your life, and THIS is your destiny, so just let  me (the divine speaking here) take you where you’re going. Trust me.

Ok. I’ll try.

…how about you? Om. Amen. Hallelujah.

And just in case you wanted a good ol’ 90′s tune soundtrack to this blog post, click on this…

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xhfmg_bonnie-tyler-total-eclipse-of-the-h_news

And here’s the lyrics too, ’cause they’re sweet!

TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE HEART (Bonnie Tyler )

Turnaround, every now and then I get a 
little bit lonely and you’re never coming around
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart

Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit restless and I dream of something wild
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit helpless and I’m lying like a child in your arms
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit angry and I know I’ve got to get out and cry
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit terrified but then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart

And I need you now tonight 
And I need you more than ever
And if you’ll only hold me tight
We’ll be holding on forever
And we’ll only be making it right
Cause we’ll never be wrong together
We can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time
I don’t know what to do and I’m always in the dark
We’re living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever’s gonna start tonight
Forever’s gonna start tonight

Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I’m only falling apart
There’s nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heart
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there’s only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A total eclipse of the heart

Turnaround bright eyes
Turnaround bright eyes
Turnaround, every now and then I know 
you’ll never be the boy you always you wanted to be
Turnaround, every now and then I know
you’ll always be the only boy who wanted me the way that I am
Turnaround, every now and then I know
there’s no one in the universe as magical and wonderous as you
Turnaround, every now and then I know
there’s nothing any better and there’s nothing I just wouldn’t do
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart

And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you’ll only hold me tight
We’ll be holding on forever
And we’ll only be making it right
Cause we’ll never be wrong together
We can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time
I don’t know what to do and I’m always in the dark
We’re living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever’s gonna start tonight
Forever’s gonna start tonight

Once upon a time I was falling in love 
But now I’m only falling apart
There’s nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heart
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there’s only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A total eclipse of the heart

This is the day

This is the day

This is the day, this is the day, that the lord has made, that the lord has made

We will rejoice, we will rejoice and be glad in it, and be glad in it

This is the day that the Lord has made.

We will rejoice and be glad in it.

Oh this is the day, this is the day, that the Lord has made.

I was out walking my dog Emma this morning, and this song just started playing in my mind, and then I started singing it. Sunday mornings have always felt sacred to me. When I was young, and my family went to church, there was always the stress and rush of getting ready on Sunday mornings to get to church on time, or close to on time. And no matter how stressful that getting ready time was, once we got in that church, everything stressful slipped away, and there was inevitable joy.

I loved singing at church. My dad played the guitar with the little church band, and it just felt like there was nothing better to be doing on a Sunday morning than singing and clapping. I guess I didn’t know then, that I was already a bhakti-dasi, a lover of the divine, in the practice of devotion, my heart open sending my love of the one right up and out through my voice.

Hanuman is considered the supreme embodiment of love and devotion. In fact, his love for the divine is so pure and full and joyous, that the physical space of his heart is not large enough to hold the love, and it pains him. To create more space, he tears his heart open. He is known for having speech that is an integration of his heart, mind and soul, a tone of voice that is always soothing, and the ability to act and give selflessly in every moment. Rather than join his king, he chooses to stay on earth and serve the world.

Everyone has their own path to the one. Many of us have been through experiences in the faith of our ancestors that have left us confused, disjointed, alone. But no matter where we are on our journey towards the one, I think we all know the joy that comes from music, and the way it transports us to someplace else, a different resonance with humanity, with the earth, with ourselves and our beloveds.

If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands (super fun video… watch it!)

I’ve got that joy joy joy joy down in my heart (click to listen!)

Joy to the world, all the boys and girls now, joy to the fishies in the deep blue sea, joy to you and me

What are the songs that bring you an immediate sense of joy? …of child like wonder for the sun rising, the blue sky, a happy dog wagging it’s tail? It doesn’t matter how small your voice is, how perfect your melody, just open your mouth, and let it rise.

May we all overcome the obstacles that keep us from feeling the ever present embrace of the one. May we lift our hearts and our voices, in joy, to the gift we have been given, the gift of being human, the gift of getting to wake up every day to the wonder of this world!

Om. Amen. Hallelujah!

the yoga of harmony

the yoga of harmony

In Indian mythology, the relationship between Radha and Krishna represents the very foundation of love; love for the divine embodied, and then enacted with one’s beloved, partner, spouse. Where Krishna evokes the energy of the the mischievious, the lover, and the hero, Radha radiates a constant all encompassing love, which is Krishna’s inspiration. Together they are inseparable, unstoppable, complete. Harmony.

I had the opportunity in the month of February, to contemplate, embody, be challenged and birthed by the yoga of harmony, quite literally, in my preparations for singing with my beloved Brandon at a few of the many shows he played last month. I learned how to play guitar in college, because I wanted to learn how to play “Blackbird” by the Beatles for my dad for father’s day. When I was a kid, my dad would take his guitar out after he put us to sleep, and I would sneak out of bed, down the stairs, and hide behind the banister to listen to him play. The two songs that I remember most distinctly were Blackbird and Here Comes the Sun, which are quite literally the soundtrack to my childhood. I danced to Here Comes the Sun with my dad at my wedding.

When I met Brandon, he was already in a band. I already had heard him many times, since I worked at the Fine Line Music Cafe, and his band played there often. In the course of our years together, I have continued to love his music, his love of music, and him. Is it easy to be married to a guy who loves his guitar as much as he loves you? NO! It’s funny, for me, almost ironic really, that he writes such lovely songs about me, when the time it takes for him to write that song, and go out into the world to sing it actually takes him away from me. It’s bittersweet. But I’ve stood at the banister and listened, in adoration and awe for a good long time.

Along the way, I’ve stumbled and strummed and hummed through songs on “my” guitar, which tends to be the next oldest of Brandon’s as he upgrades. On occasions, we’ve strummed and sang a bit together. For the most part, it’s always felt a bit like staring into the sun. What could I possibly do to keep up with a voice like that? But I’ve longed to. When I listen to Brandon’s music, I don’t sing along, I sing harmony, because it’s where I belong. So a little over a year ago I told Brandon that next (this) year I wanted to sing with him on Valentines Day. I said that was all I wanted.

The thing about my husband is, if I ask for something, he’ll make it happen, no matter what it is. He’s that kind of guy. So lo and behold, here we were, the Dovetailers, on the schedule to play the State Theater in Wabasha the day before Valentines, and Valentines Day at the Rochester Civic Theater for the Americana Showcase. This all seemed really exciting about 6 months ago, and then 2012 came, and it was only weeks away. We started practicing. We practiced at night in the barn when the boys were asleep. It was not easy. I walked out of the barn more than once. We made up one night via text; him in the barn, me in the house, sulking. We had conversations we’ve never been able to have before in our marriage, the kind where it gets uncomfortable, it gets honest, and raw, and you know that if you keep going, something will have to change. We stayed, instead of walking away, or saying things to make the other shut down, or shut up. And then something beautiful happened; I gave in. I hung up my fear and trusted him and went deeper, and pushed through, and listened, and tried. And so did he.

The sound check the first night in Wabasha was freaky; on a stage with lights, microphones, monitors, cords, and other real musicians, who make money doing it. I felt small and hot and embarrassed and out of my league. I went backstage and paced. I felt like I was going to puke. I went into the bathroom and did some yoga breathing. I felt better. I put it into perspective. I knew that I didn’t need to be good. I decided that all I needed to do was have fun. And then it was showtime.

Finding your voice is one thing. Hearing it come back at you through an amplified monitor is on a different level. Then try to strum a guitar and hear that too, and the person you’re singing with, and make it sound pretty. The thing is, you can’t do it with effort, only with faith. You have to let go and trust, feel your roots and let whatever will rise, rise. Most birds don’t unfurl their wings and go gliding out of the nest, and the voice is no different, though the flight no less beautiful.

So we did it, together, him and I, me and him. And it was fun. On Valentines night, we played to a sold out crowd, and they cheered for me, and I had a mixed feeling of thrill and surprise, along with being so very humbled, and so grateful that Brandon let me in to the only thing in his world as sacred as us. It was more than I knew I wanted. It’s one thing to be the face in the song, but it’s really something different to be making the song. The music is changing us, and there is a respect and a balance in our life that is fresh and exciting. And I can’t wait to sing with him again!

We all have the moments where we make the choice to turn back. We walk down the roads, feet stepping right into the footprints of the last time we walked that road, and when he hit the spot where the trail leads off into the dark woods, or to the base of a steep sharp rock, we turn around, and follow our tracks back to the start. But someday for whatever reason, maybe we decide to keep going, into the woods, or we take off our shoes and let our bare feet hug against that rock and we put our fingers in the tiny cracks and pull ourselves up and up and up. This is where we find harmony; in the not giving up, in the not assuming the same thing will happen this time, in the bravery and the faith. In the softening, the easing; the truth.

May we all continue to grow beyond our (self-imposed) limitations and arise to flow in harmony in the ways we are meant to. May we never turn away from love, no matter how bright it is, but always towards it, into it, and beyond.

OM. AMEN. HALLELUJAH.

Asteya and the horse…

Asteya and the horse…

Yo. So I got this book 2 years ago from a beloved yoga student.
“The Yamas and Niyamas” by MN yogini Deborah Adele

It sat on a shelf for 2 years, and I just picked it up, opened it and BAM! truth. truth. truth.

Here’s my tidbit for today, on Asteya/non stealing…

“Nonstealing, the third jewel, guides our attempts and tendencies to look outward for satisfaction. Often, our dissatisfaction with ourselves and our lives leads us to this outward gaze, with a tendency to steal what is not rightfully ours. We steal from the earth, we steal from others, and we steal from ourselves. We steal from our own opportunity to grow ourselves into the person who has the right to have the life they want.” (pg. 17 title, author above)

We steal from ourselves. We steal from ourselves. We STEAL from ourselves. WE STEAL from OURSELVES.

Yep I do. I do. I do it. All the time. Excuses. Laziness. Lethargy. Habit. Pity party. Inertia. Entitlement. Arrogance. Ignorance. Face picking, cuticle picking, obsessing about the future, obsessing about perfection, obsessing about why everyone else is an asshole… All the time thinking thinking thinking worrying worrying worrying.

OK not all the time. But some of it.

We steal from our OWN OPPORTUNITY to GROW OURSELVES into THE PERSON who has THE RIGHT to have THE LIFE THEY WANT.

This is it. Thanks Deborah, for saying it. Thanks yoga friend, for the book. And thanks to the moment that brought me to this book, to this page, to this line.

I honestly think there can be a whole lot of arrogance in the attempt to embody an ideal, whether it’s related to yoga, religion, art, or anti-yoga, anti-religion, anti-art… But arrogance is just the ego’s way of protecting itself, so deciding not to TRY, in fear of exuding some kind of arrogance is JUST AS ARROGANT.

And you know what WE ARE ALL ARROGANT, ALL OF US! And it’s not shameful… It’s part of being human.

So my friends, let’s get under the beds, into the closets, into the trunks of our cars, the deep dark woods, wherever our shadows are lurking, and get over it, get used to it, get into our human-ness, and STOP ROBBING OURSELVES! No more running from who we know we are meant to be. We ALL have that right. It doesn’t matter what you said to your lover yesterday, or to your brother 10 years ago, or what you did to that cat when you were a kid, or the candy bar you stole from the gas station when you were 7. None of it matters. But this moment does. Let’s not steal it from ourselves…

NO more stealing, NO more wasting. And if by habit it happens (again and again and again) get over that too, get back on the horse, and keep at it.

BE BRAVE! BE BOLD! BE TRUE!

OM. AMEN. HALLELUJAH!

Hunger or habit…

Hunger or habit…

OK friends. I know I’ve mentioned before that at some point I was going to write about the Ayurvedic detox I did this fall, that was offered via Yoga Journal. I was feeling a little sluggish after the holidays, and thought I’d give my system a break, so I did it again last week, and I thought I’d share some of my insights with you.

Here’s the idea. 1. A detox is NOT a diet. It is a determined period of time where you simplify what you are putting into your body, NOT for the sake of getting skinnier, but to give your digestive system a break, which boosts your immune system, AND to give you some really SPECIFIC information about all the ways your thoughts and feelings are tied to the habit of eating.

2. How it works. Kitchari is an ancient Ayurvedic dish that consists primarily of mung beans and basmati rice, along with some spices and ghee. This is what you primarily eat for a week. For every meal. yep. breakfast too. In this yoga journal detox, constructed by the very skilled doctor of traditional chinese medicine and yoga teacher extraordinaire Scott Blossom, there are a few add ons: apples, avocadoes, a de-lish cilantro chutney, and a potassium broth that really makes the last 2 days of this detox possible. I”ll include the recipes below.

3. What happens: (surface) Day one. feeling good. Day two. Feeling good. Day three. crabby as all get out. Day four slightly euphoric. Day five. obsessing about sweet potatoes. Had to have a little “come to Jesus” talk with myself about self control, discipline, goals, etc. Day six. Craving a cave, a dark quiet place to sit in all day, but managed a very busy day of kids playing and music twanging regardless. Watched 12 people scarf down amazing food at the Rainbow Cafe while sipping warm water with lemon and didn’t even feel sorry for myself one bit. Day seven. Relieved. Tired. So tired. 2 1/2 hour afternoon nap tired. But happy. Proud of myself. Clear.

What’s the deeper point of all of this? It comes back to my title for today, hunger or habit. What I’ve learned from both times I’ve done this detox, is the very strange and strong attachments that we make between our feeling and thinking state and food. If I eat THAT I’ll be HAPPY. If I work this hard I deserve to eat THAT. If I don’t eat THAT I’ll make so and so feel bad. It’s funny isn’t it, how much power we give to food. What I discovered, is that when I took away the emotional/mental stimulus of varieties of foods, I stopped eating it to “change” my mood. So then I had to deal with my mood. (ugh). And so we come to the practice of YOGA. Yoga as LIBERATION from the habits of the mind.

I wouldn’t suggest that anyone embark on a detox of any kind without including some meditative component to help you sort through the crap that comes up in the process. That’s the point of a detox- what the word means. We’re giving the body a chance to get rid of the accumulation of toxins that come from eating counter-intuitively. We give the mind that same opportunity to flush negative thinking, and the heart the chance to release negative feeling. So if you find space and quiet while running, then make that your commitment; journaling is also very helpful, as is good old sitting in the quiet and learning to relax past your thoughts. The easiest way to do that is to sit cross legged, with your hips propped up with a few blankets or pillows so that they are noticeably higher than your knees (this way your feet are less likely to fall asleep). You can sit against a wall, or not. But you close your eyes, notice your breath, and start relaxing. It’s hard. Your mind will make up 1008 reasons why you can’t sit. Just soothe your thoughts like a fussy baby, and sit anyway. Sit everyday, even if you don’t think anything is happening. Sit even if it pisses you off. Just sit. 18 minutes will do it, less is fine if you don’t have much time. Try it. It will work, without YOU trying to do anything. Crazy, huh?

Also important to notice what ELSE you are consuming, particularly in the field of electronics and information. Try to reduce your time on the internet, television, telephone, etc. Try to limit your consumption of news and information, so that your mind is less agitated and strained.

AND LASTLY, make sure to practice some self-care rituals. Read about ahbyanga, or self massage here. Schedule yourself a massage (around day 3, 6 or 7). Nourish yourself in other ways.

OK. So I’ll put the recipes below, and some cooking suggestions for you. But first, I want to just make my post-detox declaration. I am done with excuses, with allowing the story that because I am a “creative” person, I am a space cadet, and just don’t have the resolve, discipline, or self control to really “get my shit together.” I am strong and confident; I have the capacity to achieve everything that I desire;  I will not burn out, nor will I become rigid or obsessive in my pursuits. I will trust the light that guides me, and I will do the work I know I was put on this beautiful earth to do.

…what about you dear friends? What are you here for? What is the story that you drag on your back, that prevents you from achieving your goals? May we all shake off those toxic beliefs, and discover the strength of our danda- our inner staff- our guiding light, and surrender our will to serving this greater purpose without the attachments of fear or anxiety; no excuses, no feigned humility; just good ol “getting ‘er done” living life to it’s fullest. Are you with me? Om. Amen. Hallelujah.

KITCHARI

(as is, this makes about 3 cups. I doubled the recipe and kept individual sized tupperwares of kitchari in fridge; which lasted me about 2 days; I made 3 double batches for 7 day detox)

1 c. basmati rice

1/2 c. whole mung beans (soaked in a bowl of water overnight)

4 c. purified water

2 T ghee

1 t. black mustard seed (I use brown, because I wasn’t able to find black)

1 t. cumin seed

2 pinches hing/asefetida (found in bulk spice section at co-op, or Indian grocery store)

1 t. fresh grated ginger (the easiest way to do this is to peel skin off with knife, then grate w/box cheese grater on finest setting)

1 stick kombu or wakame (dried seaweed type vegetable-helps beans cook moist-very green-y taste- I used it for cooking the dish, but often didn’t eat it, just threw the pieces away after cooking…)

1/2 t. sea salt *highly highly recommend a himalayan pink salt. It’s the “treat” of eating this for a week, with an extra sprinkle on top of the kitchari, or on an avocado)

1/2 t. turmeric

For Pitta imbalance (if you haven’t taken a dosha quiz, take it here… but everyone’s pitta will start to flare up by day 3 or 4, so I HIGHLY recommend these additions!)

1/2 t. dry fennel

sliced burdock root or 2 peeled and sliced carrots

1 1/2 c. fresh green beans (I used organic frozen beans when no fresh green beans were to be found)

1 small zuchini sliced

DIRECTIONS:

Drain beans. Chop veggies. Warm ghee in large deep pot over medium heat. Add mustard, cumin (and fennel) seeds and sautee 1-2 mins (until ghee is foamy). Stir in turmeric, mung beans and rice. Add water, asefetida, kombu, ginger and veggies. Bring to boil, then simmer on low heat, covered about 40 minutes, until beans and veggies are soft, and rice is broken down. Add more water if consistency gets too thick. )*Be careful not to burn it! It’s easy to walk away from the pot, and then 20 minutes later smell charred cumin seed!) Sometimes it thickens up in the refrigerator, so I just add a bit of water to it before I re-heat it.

CUMIN, FENNEL, CORIANDER TEA

1 qt. purified water

1 t. cumin, fennel, coriander

1/2 t. raw honey (opt.)

Bring water and herbs to boil. Then reduce to low and simmer 15 minutes.

Tea will last up to 4 days in refrigerator. (I made it in bulk and put it in empty peanut butter and spaghetti sauce jars in my fridge, that I could drink cold or heat up easily. Add a few slices of fresh ginger when making the tea for some extra zing!)

FRESH CORIANDER CHUTNEY

1 bu. cilantro

1/4 c. fresh lemon juice

1/4 c. purified water

1/4 c. unsweetened, dry coconut

2 T. fresh grated ginger

1 t. raw honey

1 t. sea salt

1/4 t. fresh ground pepper.

DIRECTIONS:  Blend lemon juice, water and cilantro until herb is coarsely chopped. Add rest of ingredients and blend. Stores 1 week in fridge. For variety, it’s nice to cup up apples and/or avocadoes and mix with this chutney for a light refreshing crunchy snack.

POTASSIUM VEGETABLE BROTH

5-10 large potatoes, peeled and cubed *SAVE PEELS

8-12 carrots, peeled and sliced *SAVE PEELS

1 bu. celery, chopped

2 bu. leafy greens (collards are awesome, chard also worked, or kale, etc.)

12 c. purified water

Put veggies and peels in large soup pot, cover with water. Bring to boil. Then simmer, covered, on low, one hour.

Strain. Drink only broth. Save veggies to eat/puree for soap after cleanse. (*AMAZING how tasty these veggies were on Monday, as an  end of detox treat!)

…There it is folks! Let me know if you have ANY questions! Happy healthy consuming!

 

 

 

Music Monday

Music Monday

Music rocks… and so does Bob Wootton. He was Johnny Cash’s guitar player for 30 years (think Folsom Prison, Boy Named Sue, Ring or Fire…) Through a crazy string of events, he’s now a friend of ours, and he was in PINE ISLAND, MN last weekend tearing up some Johnny Cash tunes at the Olde Pine Theater just down the street from our house.

Bob Wootton was a Johnny Cash fan for years. He had 10 of his records before he had a record player to listen them with. He knew all of Johnny’s songs, and played them at bars with his band “The Commancheros” back in the 60′s. One day, he was tending bar, and some guy offered him a ride to Fayetteville, AK to see Johnny play. Bob quit his job, and hopped a bus. As luck would have it, Johnny’s band was delayed, and he was without a guitar picker. Bob’s friend caught June’s attention and told her that Bob knew all Johnny’s songs, and Bob was invited backstage. Johnny handed him a guitar, and Bob never put it down. 44 year later, still rockin it. Bob followed his dreams, saw a chance, and took it… What is your dream? If a bus pulled outside your door right now, where would it take you?

OK so I took the picture with my phone… I’m a LOT of things, but a photographer just isn’t one of them… that’s what my BFF Emily Griffith is for…

So anyway, I’ve decided to try to blog about music on Mondays, and today I’ve got Bob Wootton and the fabulous band Six Mile Grove on my mind. Something about hearing those old Johnny Cash songs makes me want to wear a dress with a skirt that flips around when you dance, flounce-y like, you know what I mean? And I might need a pair of cat eye glasses too… Looks like some vintage shopping is in order! …and I digress!

Check out this clip of my honey pie Brandon wailing on a harmonica… crazy! (this clip ISN’T from the Olde Pine Theater, but I’m sure someone out there has some video footage of the show,and if you do! (or pics) please feel free to post links in the comments area, so we can all see them!

So Brandon and I are working on our Dovetailers gig a bit more. We’re playing on Saturday night in Wabasha at the Broadway theater around 7:30ish with the awesome John Wheeler on steel and dobro. I’ve been working on some harmonies for some of Brandon’s new songs, and it’s been an interesting creative process. See Brandon’s been singing his whole life. He’s really good at it. It’s his talent (that, and being an amazing quarterback in high school and college, among other things). For me, singing is, well, terrifying… and fun. And I love the creative process of not really knowing where things are going to go. When we work on songs together, writing, or singing, it’s a RAW opportunity to cultivate communication skills, patience, and also well, some cojones. I’m a slow poke. Brandon is a fireball. He wants me to figure it out NOW! I want to figure it out TOMORROW!

So I guess I’m telling you about this, because I am declaring my own commitment to choosing, when a creative opportunity presents itself to me (of ANY kind), not to put all these silly limitations, or fears, or preparations on it. I’m just going to DIVE ON IN from now on. No more fear or insecurity. Just curiosity and bravery.

So I’m curious friends, what kind of music inspires you and why? What is your creative process, and what is holding you back from diving into it the moment as soon as you have the chance?

May we all be blessed to see the opportunities we have in every moment to create everything we wish! Whether it’s a healthier relationship with ourselves, a balanced budget, paint on a canvas, or a song to sing. Om. Amen. Hallelujah!

A prayer for the new year

A prayer for the new year

 

O Great Spirit,

whose voice I hear in the winds

and whose breath gives life to all the world,

hear me.

I am small and weak.

I need your strength and wisdom.

 

Let me walk in beauty

and let my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.

Make my hands respect the things you have made

and my ears grow sharp to hear your voice.

 

Make we wise so that I may understand the things

you have taught my people.

Let me learn the lessons you have hidden

in every leaf and rock.

I seek strength not to be greater than my brother or sister

but to fight my greatest enemy, myself.

Make me always ready

to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes

So when life fades as the fading sunset

my spirit may come to you without shame.

-Chief Yellow Lark

May your every prayer be formed in the fire of your heart, and rise through your throat, to be uttered from honest lips.

May your deepest desires be ignited, patterns transformed, hurts healed, prayers answered.

There is no better day than today, to become who you already are.

HAPPY NEW YEAR.

OM. AMEN. HALLELUJAH.

 

auld lang syne…

auld lang syne…

Ok. So the past is dead. Gone. If you regret anything that happened an hour ago, a day ago, a year ago, a decade ago, TOO BAD! TOO LATE! It’s OVER! So before the New Year begins, take a little time to think about all the regrets, the grief, the embarassments, the shame, and bury it once and for all. Seriously. Even write them all down. Every single thing. The times you weren’t as “good” as you are now, the times you hurt others, the times you could have done better… And then take the list and burn it. You can’t do anything else with it, except carry it with you, and let it weigh you down and make you feel like crap… and WHO wants that? I don’t want it for me, and I really don’t want it for YOU! As of this very moment, there are only 31 hours and 37 minutes left of 2011. It is almost dead. It is breathing near it’s last breaths. So how will you live these last hours of 2011? In a state of self-criticism for all you DIDN’T accomplish? With a fierce determination to make 2012 BETTER?

Here’s the other thing, the future, the time for perfection, for more patience, more skinny-ness, more love, more happiness, the time for dreams fulfilled, the time for finally-getting-our-shit-together, well, my friends, that hasn’t happened YET! And we don’t know WHAT will happen, or HOW it will happen, and we have NO control over it! And obsessing about it now doesn’t do a darn thing about what’s in store. It’s already written. Death doesn’t care who we were yesterday, nor is the future holding it’s breath for us.

click here for some beautiful musical inspiration thanks to Ingrid Michaelson 

What we do have is THIS moment. Right now. This one. The in breath, and then the out breath. Birth. Death. Birth. Death. Birth. Death. When you breathe in, how do you breathe? Are you gasping? Are you hungry? Are you scared? What would happen if you relaxed your nose, your throat, your belly, your lungs, and allowed your breath to slowly and deliciously bless your body with every inhale? And when you breathe out, are you all too excited to get it out, push it out, get rid of it, move on to the next breath? What if  you let your breath empty slowly, without being in a hurry? What if we got out of the way and let the breath do it’s work? Then the present moment would be delightful. And we’d have this magical tool to deal with a moment that challenges us, right? So what if, what IF, instead of wasting time on regrets, or obsessing about what we can’t control, we just sat down and got real comfortable in THIS moment, the ONLY one we have. How would you look at your beloveds? What would you do with your time, if you didn’t have the guarantee of tomorrow to start being “better” or playing with your kids more, or spending less time on facebook?

THIS moment is all we have. I am thankful for it. The past exhausts me, and also inspires me. The future excites me, and worries me. But this moment feels just right. I feel free. I can take care of business. Whether that’s cleaning a toilet NOW, because it only takes two minutes (and let’s be honest, is there EVER a PERFECT moment to clean a toilet?), or turning off my computer NOW, because it distracts me from my REAL life, or remembering to breathe when my sweet faced 6 year old is giving me att-i-tude.

JOIN ME. TIME IS A WASTING! There is no one else to be. Nothing else to do. Let’s be our best us now. NO MORE EXCUSES. NO MORE WAITING. NO MORE LAMENTING. NO MORE DOUBTING.

Just us, in it to win it. Double snap hand clap breathe in breath out secret handshake.

OM. AMEN. HALLELUJAH.