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The Bees Are Coming!

SOC winner 2017

Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt is, “grill.”

Grill. Gerill. Gorilla. Gorillas are vegetarians mostly. Like me. They eat fruit and leaves and occasionally they eat bugs. I don’t eat bugs. I never want to eat bugs. Never. Ever. I love the taste of food cooked on the grill but haven’t done that at home in a long time. Our old grill is quite weathered. But I keep saying we should grill some veggies on it. Eggplant, corn, squash… But it’s easier to eat out. I don’t think we are going to grill this weekend. My husband is getting ready to take some bees out of the wall in our church and we’re making a place for them in our backyard. It’s quite an adventure I’m looking forward to.

A small dilemma is that I’m inching ever closer to becoming vegan. And vegans don’t eat honey. I’m gonna research humane bee keeping. I know there’s someone out there raising bees without smoking them. Sending smoke into the hive apparently calms them down so you can work with them. You are after all stealing their honey.  But I want to support my hubby in this interest and endeavor. Plus, the bees have to come out of the church wall and go somewhere. Our church music director is allergic to bee stings, so they definitely can’t stay at church.  I’d like to make friends with them. Bees are fascinating and I’m only just starting to learn about them.

I could not resist the urge to go hunting for articles on humane bee keeping. So look what I found!

Can You Be A Vegan Bee Keeper?

I’m not sure I agree with everything in this article. It’s one of those gray areas to explore. But I am not the beekeeper and my husband is not the aspiring vegan, so I can observe, and support, and learn, and continue to be imperfect.

So don’t grill me!

For more Streams of Consciousness, visit Linda at:

https://lindaghill.com/2018/05/25/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-26-18/

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!


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#WATWB: Women Send Breast Milk to Help this Cancer Survivor Feed Her Baby

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Jennifer Campisano had a double mastectomy when her son was ten months old.

“After several years of various chemo drugs, my husband and I didn’t think another child was in the cards for us,” she writes. Then she found out she was pregnant.

In her moving essay, Jennifer shares how how friends, acquaintances, and people she barely knew sent sent breast milk to help her feed her baby.

 

 

The We Are the World Blogfest is a monthly sharing of positive news stories. For more information, visit:

http://www.damyantiwrites.com/we-are-the-world-blogfest/

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Letting Go: An Adventure in Acupuncture and Beyond

girl on the edge of a boat

A few weeks ago, I went to see my acupuncturist for for abdominal cramps that had been irritating me for a few days. My stomach felt constricted, tied in little knots. Maybe I’d eaten too much heavy food and needed more exercise.

Lying on the table, I listened to the gentle music with needles in my feet for grounding and a couple in my tummy and  wondered why she had put needles in my right hand and not my left.  An  image came to me of a boat on the water. The acupuncture table became the boat. A parcel of trash floated by and I reached into the water and  picked it up. I saw myself carrying the trash around wondering what to do with it. Then, back on the table/boat, I  imagined a trash can to my left, physically reached over, and held the trash over the side.

“Just let it go,” came the voice. So I  opened my hand and released the trash.

As my mind came fully back into the room, I thought about how much stuff I need to let go of, like the issues that belong to my grown up ADULT children, the clutter in my parents’ house which belongs to me now that they’re gone, and all my own clutter, both physical and mental…. The list goes on.

I moved my left hand, the one left free of needles, over my belly as if gathering whatever I needed to let go of. Then I carried it to the left of the table and let it go on the floor beside me shaking my hand a little. I did this a few more times, saying, “Let it go.” Then, I held my open hand out to the left to receive whatever gifts God wanted to give me.

Let Go

Let Go

Let Go

Receive.

That day, I fasted with water, apple juice, coconut water, and vegetable broth. In the afternoon, I meandered in my back yard and did some lite yoga. I felt something on my right hand thinking it might be the first mosquito bite of the year. But it was a lady bug walking on my right hand, the one that had the needles in it that morning. It seemed like the lady bug was biting me. But then I realized it felt more like tiny electrical impulses moving in my hand as if the lady bug activated remnants of the acupuncture. I took the lady bug to a tree branch. It climbed briefly, then flew away.

I’m feeling much better now, but years of experience have taught me that letting go is an ongoing process. Maybe this song will be a reminder, along with lady bugs.

 

I borrowed the picture of the girl on the boat from Pixabay


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Should I Get an Armageddon Bucket?

Loving Me, Too

Worry. My old hand-wringing companion. I try to comfort her and tell her stories about all the times we worried for nothing. Excessive worry isn’t good for us. So, I aim for healthy optimism.

But them my friend showed me her armageddon bucket with a toilet seat she bought on line with supplies for five people for x number of days, and worry says, “Yes! You need to order one of those!”

I have not ordered it yet. Here are some reasons why:

  1. Hope.
  2. Procrastination.
  3. I’m trying to de-clutter, so where would I put it?
  4. I’m a peacenik. Would a peacenik have an armageddon bucket?

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May peace prevail.

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Filling the Empty Nest

SOC winner 2017

Today’s prompt for the Saturday Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “empty/hollow.”

There are lots of quotes about the glass being half full or half empty. Be thankful you have a glass with something in it. The glass is always full of something, water, air, a bug. How did that bug get in there? I don’t know, but it happens when the glass sits in the cabinet in the back for a long time and you live in a warmish climate and don’t like to use chemicals. But that’s not really what I meant to write about.

I have lamented at times over my empty nest. My daughter has been out in her own place for over a year now.  It might be two years. I lose track of time. And other things. Where was I? Oh, she just turned 25. I’m sort of appreciating the empty nest now. Because it’s not really empty. Her old room is my art studio, spare room, dog room… it is quite full and in need of some organizing. But what is that saying about an empty desk is a sign of…. No, a cluttered desk is a sign of a creative mind. There you go. So much for feng shui.  Or maybe I have my own special kind. The thing is, I usually end up painting in the kitchen.

studio spare room (2)

As cluttered as it gets.

I love seeing my daughter when she visits which is not often enough. But there was a time when she drove me crazy. I think we drove each other crazy when she was a teenager and even before that when we went through puberty and menopause at the same time since I gave birth to her when I was 37 years old. If she had to come back home, she could. I did that when I was like, 22 or something and went back to college. But I’m learning to let go and let God work. Not easy, but I’m making progress. My life is as full as ever and I am thankful for that.

Sometimes things have to be emptied out to be filled again with something new.

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For more information on the Saturday Stream of Consciousness, visit Linda G. Hill at:

https://lindaghill.com/2018/05/18/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-19-18/

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!


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No More Chains

dog running

The fence is falling down in the backyard of what used to be my parents’ house.  To be more accurate, it’s pretty much useless in the way back jungly part where the poison ivy has returned.

In trying to decide what to do about the fence, my husband and I discussed options. He’s been great about not telling me what to do since I told him that was a pet peeve of mine when we were dating. So, I asked him what he would do if it was all up to him. First he helped me clarify that my plan A is to eventually sell the house and not to put too much money into it outside of getting the bathroom redone. After that was clarified, he said he would do nothing and leave the dilapidated fence like it was.

This felt like a terrible option for me. As we talked, the reason came to the surface. When I was in elementary school, we had a dog named Hoppy. He was a Newfoundland/German Shepherd mix but looked something like a Gordon Setter.  Since we lived in military housing, Hoppy didn’t have a fenced in yard. He had a chain attached to his dog house. Dad let him run loose at night when we were stationed in California and took him to the canyon on weekends to run.  When we moved to Philadelphia and Dad went to Vietnam, Hoppy didn’t get much exercise. It’s not like I ignored him, but I didn’t walk him much because I was afraid he might get away from me. My biggest wish was that Hoppy could have a fenced in back yard so he wouldn’t have to be on a chain.  He did have a yard for three months when we stayed with my sister in Michigan, but then we moved  to New York and Hoppy went back on the chain.   I’d sit inside his dog house with him for hours and make up stories in my head, including the fenced yard fantasy.

While Dad was still in Vietnam, my mom who suffered from depression, told me a story about a sick little girl who needed Hoppy more than I did. She said they had a big fenced yard for him to run in.  I had to believe her.

Dad retired from the Marine Corps when I was 13. I was excited that we bought a house with a fenced in back yard for our new dog, Lobo, who lived most of his life in that big back yard plus walks around the neighborhood.  I wish Hoppy could have had that kind of life. When I bought a house of my own, having a fenced in back yard was the number one priority. Is it any wonder that the house I live in today has a fence in the back and the front?

Now, I’ve inherited my parents’ house with the fallen fence. When I think about selling that house, I think about a girl (or a boy, or a family) who might have a dog who needs a fenced in yard. And when I think about heaven, I see a lush green meadow with all the dogs I’ve ever loved running to meet me with Hoppy in the lead.