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A dabble with veganism

Published August 31, 2011 by Crystal

Have decided to give veganism a go.  My body needs a good old clean out, and I’m suddenly attracted to foods I previously saw as “diet” stuff.  It’s early days.  Have ordered a book by Alicia Silverstone, and I hope to glean some information about the industrial side of meat and food production.

I have to say I’ve been a bit in love with pittas stuffed with hummus and salad.  There’s so much flavour contained in one small amount.  (So I end up having 2).  I even dabbled with making my own hummus with broad beans and peppadews.

I have noticed my energy levels are more balanced through the day,  I’m liking that.  I just hope my energy levels stay up, my ankle heals enough, and I can get to doing zumba again.  I have no desire for chocolate or sweets, and meat has lost its appeal.  It’s a strange feeling when our taste buds go off in an unexpected direction!  Long may it last!

One week to go.

Published August 30, 2011 by Crystal

The summer holidays are winding to an end.  I can count the days left on less than 2 hands, and it comes with a bittersweet mix of emotion.

I love having my kids at home.  I love not having to rush out in the morning, having spent an hour hunting school uniform, socks, shoes etc.  I love just watching Disney trash on TV.  I love the little weekends away, or the days out or in with friends.  But the kids have grown bored with the company of each other, and they are craving the stimulus that school provides.

I will most definitely miss them when they go back, but I’m looking forward to a little bit of peace!  I’m looking forward to being able to bimble around the house, tidying as I go, and knowing the results will last more than 3 minutes.

September is days away.  The seems to have moved so fast.  The start of the new term indicates how close we are to Christmas.  The shops have apparently started to put out the odd display.  For us, we can delay the onset of Christmas with birthdays and Samhain to look forward to.  I can enjoy waiting for my pumpkins to grow in the garden.  I can get up some autumnal decorations to brighten up the house.

But first there is a week left of holidays.  Time to pack in as much as possible! xx

Nothing broken!

Published August 25, 2011 by Crystal

I went into a mild panic yesterday.  I fell out of the front door, and heard a crunch from my left ankle as I went onto the floor. I hobbled in, my friends found frozen peas, and I sat there a while wincing.  Fortunately I can walk on it, there is only a little swelling, and it is actually the inside of my ankle that feels most painful so I suspect I’ve just given it all a nasty twist.  But blimey.  The panic that swept through my head.  I imagined another cast, weeks of crutches.

But someone is obviously telling me to slow down and be mindful at the moment.  I want to look into this mindfulness art.  There is an online course I am considering.  4 weeks of steps to lead you into a mindful life, reduce stress and depression.  Sounds too good to be true?  And yet mindfulness seems to be the key.  Living in the moment. Not rushing to get to the future, nor constantly dwelling on the past.  I’m kind of looking forward to the boys getting back to school now.  I’m looking forward to seem peace and solitude (now I can cope with my own company more), to meditate and slow down effectively.

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Published August 21, 2011 by Crystal

 

 

LA HAINE

It starts as a small little thing,
indignation at a trespass,
anger, having been wronged.
It grows into a flag,
parading first down small streets,
sweeping up the meanderers,
then avenues and winning crowds,
cheers along the way.
It writes an anthem,
builds a campaign.
Marching through the mind
it settles thoroughly in memory and vein,
changing our posture,
the way we hold our chin.
By the time it reaches bone,
it has eaten through sinew and spine,
cost us all that was benign.
Then, rises up the starless night,
no song no light.
Suddenly afraid,
we want it out:
cut, poison, burn the blighted stem.
But rampant right breeds cell on cell
out of control,
And having eaten heart
it eats the soul.

Susan Dane

To my sons.

Published August 21, 2011 by Crystal

We are travelling home in our beloved camper. We only had two nights away this time, but it was another weekend where I count my blessings for having you all in my life. You drove us mad at times with your misdeeds, and your pedantic responses, and sheer cheek at times. But more importantly you brought joy and laughter into our weekend with your enthusiasm and passion. I love the feeling I get when one of you sidles up to me and takes my hand as we walk through caves and city streets. I love that you all know your own minds, and will tell us the things that are important to you, even when we can’t grasp the value of the situation. I can honestly say, wholeheartedly, that there is nothing that will ever, ever, take away the love that I have for each and every one of you.  My love for you is ongoing, and unconditional. I brought you into this world, and for as long as I can I will be here whenever and wherever you need me.  Nothing you can ever do will stop me loving you and being here for you.  And if ever I cause you heartache or pain in some way, I hope that you can trust me enough to tell me and know that I value your thoughts and feelings. I hope I will always be humble enough to remember I am not perfect, and sometimes I will do you wrong, but I will always aim to be perfect for you. You are my wonderful, beautiful boys. This is my promise to you all. X