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The latest oblique strategy as stated in the subject of this blog may well be one of my top five missions in this lifetime.
I am a critical thinker. I am a Virgo. We make it famous. But it also makes us so DANG good at our jobs.
The balance comes from learning where to direct criticism and when to turn it off. And realizing that I am my own worst critic sometimes. On the other hand, when I do let it go and come to acceptance, I come to find so many around me who make a career out of criticizing anything that upsets the status quo.
It's come to my attention that the amount of stress I've been under lately (in all aspects of life) has led me to breathe with such constriction. The mind only becomes cloudy when your conscious self ceases to remind the body of this important function. That's another life lesson. Learning to breathe again, like a baby breathes. I think sometimes my dog breathes for me. Or perhaps this is due to his possible Cushing's diagnosis. We'll know Wednesday according to the vet. Apparently, the alkaline phosphatase level was hundreds above normal range. Did I mention how much this vet rocks?
They say that sadness accumulates in the lungs. Herbs like mullein draw out that sadness and may lead to that function we all probably don't do nearly enough around this culture: cry.
There is a lot to cry about but after a week of continuous crying, I kinda feel like it's finally coming out of my system. THANK GOD!
Easter: I came home for Easter and the menu consisted of lamb, potatoes (both mashed and roasted), corn, green beans, and really intense red wine from 1985. I took some deflect about half an hour past eating which totally defeats most of the purpose. But I got the worst intestinal cramps about two-three hours later after a nap. Potatoes are actually worth crying about for me though I haven't gotten this far in my universal grieving process to include potatoes as an item of grievance.
You see, as a Blood Group A individual, potatoes are not-so-good for us as nightshade lectin activity suggests. Being a quarter Russian and a Quarter Irish, there is something just so wrong about this on the level of cultural tradition. I am a meat and potatoes Iowan girl. It's the meat I'm not so hot about right now. Oh, but those Potatoes! And they are so addicting, too! Oh, I'm so glad I'm back up here again....Deflect cannot stop all those lectins. There were just too many!
"Darth Tator: more chemical than vegetable" -StoreWars quote
So today my flippin' back is killing me. it was one of those days when the body was trying to tell the mind to navigate toward some sort of fresh air and exercise but the mind was clogged with clutter of the impossible week to come. I feel like my entire body is falling apart right now.
I just want to be a yoga instructor and OMMM my way thru life. But the market is a little saturated here in the Cities. Ah, but to do what you love, ALL DAY LONG.
I'm tired of dream-crushers, especially the dream self-crusher within. I'm going to take her out of the mix unless she has something important to say. Dreams are what make our souls complete in our lifetime.