Friday, August 31, 2018

She has caught her daddy's cold, unfortunately. But, this picture cracks me up because she 100% gets this toilet-paper-up-the-nose situation from me. Is it disgusting? Yes. Will I still do it next time I have a cold? Also, yes.

I made her a big ole' batch of chicken soup with fresh veggies to cure what ails her. I leave the leg bones in as it slow cooks to get the gut-healing benefits of the bone broth. This recipe, though loaded with herbs, is not overwhelming in taste which doesn't matter anyway when you have a cold because you can't taste much. The important thing is how good it is for you. 💪


Wednesday, August 29, 2018

She has always had the wildest bedhead of any person I've ever met.
I love that about her.

Weezin The Juice

Monday, August 27, 2018

Today is the first day back on 'The Hill' for our local college students. Kindred and I celebrated by changing out of pajamas into equally comfy clothes and riding over to Smoothie King for our usual vegan Pineapple Spinach. Then, we came home and haven't accomplished much else. The slacker life is good to us.

Saturday Sleepover

Sunday, August 26, 2018

Now that they aren't together every day, having sleepovers is THE BEST. They play and talk and snuggle at bedtime and I feel like the luckiest mama/aunt in the world. We did water balloons, playground, Smoothie King, unicorn pool, and a bedtime movie. We almost have our summer bucket list checked off, too!

Witches Midwives & Nurses

Friday, August 24, 2018
"When faced with the misery of the poor, the Church turned to the dogma that experience in this world is fleeting and unimportant. But, there was a double standard at work, for the Church was not against medical care for the upper class. Kings and nobles had their court physicians who were men, sometimes even priests. The real issue was control: male upper-class healing under the auspices of the Church was acceptable, female healing as part of a peasant subculture was not."
The fact that this is still relevant today, centuries after the witch hunts, is reason enough that we should all be feminists. Let the poor suffer and condemn anyone who tries to help or heal them, while the rich enjoy the luxury of decent health care.

What a sick society we still live in.

Witches Midwives & Nurses is a history of women healers. It highlights how women used to the be primary healers as herbalists & midwives before patriarchy ostracized them from practice. I mean, and not only ostracized them...literally executed most of them. It is a short read and was born out of the 1970s feminists who realized how women were being abused by the current medical system. How many of us, present day, have been dismissed or talked to condescendingly by a male doctor? I know I'm raising my hand. This little pamphlet turned booklet was born out of that frustration. I think if you have ever uttered the words "I don't need feminism because I know I'm not oppressed." this is a book you should certainly read. I've been fascinated by the history of women healers since I started working at the health store years ago. I'm glad to have read this one.


Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Last August, exactly a year ago today as a matter of fact, I wrote a post about how I had been suffering from an inner ear infection that had really just taken me down in the previous few weeks. My symptoms had been some dizziness that lasted for weeks, some intense headaches, and a very specific anxiety that I was terminally ill and would not be here to raise Kindred. Horrible, right? Like, I said...it was a very specific thought process and even though I would interrupt the thoughts with "This is anxiety, this is not real." it was legitimately terrifying. I could be folding laundry and suddenly "Tell Bergen how this is her favorite shirt so that he knows because you won't be here." or "Remind him how important this magnesium bath you're running is, because you won't be here, and she's gonna stay constipated." We all know how millions of thoughts pop in our heads all day long and these just came out of nowhere. It wore me down mentally before the headaches sidelined me physically. Once I was actually at my nurse pracitioner's office, we realized that the headache meant a fever was going up. And as that happened, the anxiety grew worse. My left ear had less fluid than my right, so my NP thought perhaps fluid was trapped inside and had gotten a bacterial infection. Plus, I had had a summer cold a few weeks before the dizziness started. After a course of antibiotics, antihistamine tablets and spray, everything returned to normal and I was fascinated by how an infection in my inner ear could trigger such anxious though patterns.

Fast forward to right now. Exact same process. Late June summer cold, August anxious thoughts, slight fullness in my ear, headaches, and fever. Only, during this time around...I'm having some kind of gut issue too. It would appear that my gallbladder is having some trouble. I don't have any stones visible by ultrasound, but one could be in a duct. I'm treating the ear infection first this week, and will eat a very bland diet and taking a stonebreaker supplement until either that solves the gastric distress or further testing is warranted.

August is on track to become my least favorite month. Hopefully, I'm back to normal soon. Our good health really is so precious and we are never more mindful of that than when the check engine light of our body starts flashing, no? Take good care, friends.

American Jennie

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

She was the American mother of Winston Churchill and I must admit that her life was far juicier than I ever imagined it would be. She had many lovers (est. 200!) while married to three men, two of whom were twenty years her junior. She was known for her remarkable beauty, vitality, and sexual magnetism. One of her lovers was the Prince of Wales, who became King and was her close friend until his death. I also learned that  in England during the Edwardian era, a common cure for a toothache was cocaine. So, that was interesting. Jennie lived outside her means her entire adult life. There was constant money woes but no one would have guessed it because it never slowed her down. There were still couture dresses, travel, and luxuries of manor life. The amount of money she could blow, back when things cost so little, is quite surprising.

The book lost me several times when it would go into detail on who quick mentions were. It made it hard to keep everyone straight. I just zone out and it doesn't matter a chapter later. I find the Edwardian/Victorian era fascinating, so I enjoyed this book. It was nice getting to know Jennie.

Katy Owl

Sunday, August 12, 2018

This photo was taken at least five years ago, at a PowWow in a nearby county. I had ridden along with Ash who was there on a photo gig. I remember sitting on some bleachers when the drumming started and I suddenly felt like I was having like a panic attack. I got tunnel-vision, my heart was pounding inside my chest, and I literally had to get up and walk off to regain my composure. It felt very spiritual and ancestral. Like, the cell-memory of my ancestors sprang to life inside my body. It definitely left me a little shaken up.

Fast-forward to back in mid-June, Kaypacha mentioned that we should take the time to get in touch with our ancestors and that is exactly what has happened in the past few weeks. It all started when an old customer/friend from Natural Health showed up at the Nutrition Center. He's a gentle soul and crazier than a bedbug and I love him. The first time I met him, he walked in and said, "Holy cheekbones, Mama, you got some Indian blood in you!" He looks like a full-blooded Native American but with stunning blue eyes. We've had some real good talks over the years. We talk ancestral ways, spirit guides, and weird history. I told him I knew that my mother's mother's heritage was allegedly Cherokee. According to my grandma, her grandmother was a full-blooded Native American...half Cherokee & half Shawnee, possibly. But, during our recent talk, I shared with him a discovery that some of my father's mother's people are the Melungeons of eastern Tennessee/Western NC. They were the Goins family, one of a handful of surnames recognized to be among the Melungeons. Members of my extended family still reside in eastern Tennessee. After talking with CD, I went home inspired to do a little more digging and I hit the jackpot. Thank goodness for distant relatives, much smarter than I, who did all the heavy lifting in the genealogy department. Past the Melungeon link, I found out that my 7th great grandmother (father's mother side) was Katy/Charity Tsi na qui Owl. Her father was John Tsi na qui Chin nin quih Owl, who took on the surname Senelle. They were both born on the Cherokee reservation. What a revelation!! The Owl clan of the Cherokees were the feather keepers. And, I am forever finding and keeping feathers. Bergen threw away a bag of my feathers when we moved last and I contemplated a divorce. A few years ago, I was adopted by the red-tailed hawk and it never fails to guide my path. On a particular worrisome trip to see my dad, who was in bad health, I counted 5 on the two hour drive. It was insane.

I'm interested to know my mother's mother's side now too. I wonder what clan they were from. As a child, I stayed browned by the sun and this coarse mess of curls has always made me curious about the people they come from. I spent my childhood running wild through the woods and it always felt like home. My dad's side of the family would frequently vacation in Cherokee, NC and the Smokies. We had no idea it was the land of our ancestors. I wonder what Katy Owl thinks of her 7th great-granddaughter. As someone who has vocally protested the government's horrific treatment of indigenous people and brown-skinned immigrants, I hope she's proud.

Mama + Kicky

Saturday, August 11, 2018

Can we please not talk about the horror of all those split ends!?! I am in desperate need of a trim but I am loving that I finally have some length again so I keep putting it off! Please ignore the hot-mess on my head and just focus on the cutie pie next to me...yes, that's much better. Moving on!!

We are enjoying our time together since Nova started school. Of course, we miss having her here, but we figure it's a long-shot to convince her to drop out of Kindergarten and come hang with us again, so we have accepted that she is just out there doing her own thing now.

In the past couple of weeks, we've done the mallrat scene, mid-afternoon milkshakes, clothes shopping, road trips to Grandma's & picking up Nova from school, and so much more. I am really looking forward to enjoying this last year with Kindred before she starts school. On a recent trip to the library I picked up so many books that I now look at the stack and wonder when this magical elusive 'alone time' will manifest so that I can actually read them? I am entirely too ambitious in my 'To Read' selections. Oh, but a special library mention goes to 'Super Happy Magic Forest'...Kindred LOVES it. And, I enjoy reading it to her...it's pretty funny.

I'm working on creating a daytime 'schedule' and some goals for this next year. But, I think we all know how much I succeed at rigid demands on my time, so we shall see how this goes.. I just want to look back and know that we had a special time together because once school starts for her and I try for nursing school, it's going to be crazy for a few years.

Okay, fine...I'll call the salon and get my haircut today. You're bossy...but, I like you, ya crazy diamond.

If I Were Rich...

Friday, August 10, 2018

...one of the things I would do is travel the classic car show circuit for at least a year or two. Every time they come to town, I am all 'Look at that one!' and 'Oh, man...look at THAT one!' If you are local, they always congregate in the hotel parking lot at the University Plaza. It's like a free car show with the occasional burnout. Folks line their chairs up alongside the road in front of the hotel.

I love classic cars and especially love talking to people who are just hanging out, having a good time, reminiscing about days gone by. My dad has a very impressive list of cars he used to own which includes, among many others, a '70 Nova, '67 Impala, '69 Mach 1 Mustang, '74 Torino, and a '57 Chevy Bel Aire. I have baby pics of me on the hood of the Chevy. It was black with flames painted on it.

I really was one cool baby...

Summer Bucket List #26 Family Kickball!

Thursday, August 09, 2018

Today, we had a front come through that brought rain and much cooler temps so we took advantage and played a little family kickball at Grandma's house!

First of all...nobody ever knew which way to run. It was hilarious. The girls would run from home to 2nd or from 1st to 3rd. One time, Kicky just picked up third base and tossed it away. It was fifteen minutes of mayhem and giggles. Nobody got tagged out. Everybody won.

Best of all...Naiya and Ash got to play with us!

We didn't want to overtire Naiya so we kept it short and sweet. But, it was so fun!! Viva la summer evenings!!