Healing Soup

Oh I could do my annual blog about soup. A poetic ode to one of my true loves, but today I decided to step it up a notch and record this magical ritual!

Healing Soup I love you so!



It begins with an open heart and an empty pot...so full of potential

then good ingredients




good music

I became so inspired by the music and the sounds...I made a little soup video




Oh the Glory

The toppings


the blogtastic photo!

Soup Season...bring it

this soup consists of the following:

Organic chicken soup base
fresh garlic minced (lots)
freshly grated ginger
bok choy
carrots
shitake mushrooms
roast chicken sliced
sometimes chinese wheat sometimes thai rice but any good noodle will do!

serve hot with lime wedges, sliced jalepanos, bean spouts and basil on the side
&
Lots of Love
enjoy!

(I don't measure...just feel it out)

The otherside post : learning to joyfully take time for myself

post meditation
post weeding the yard
post a half a pint of ben and jerry's for lunch just because I can
post putting up the hammock
post basking in the sunshine
I do feel inspired
refreshed
tapped in
and
healthy
happy
gracious
and
joyful
all in one extraordinarily beautiful day
that I vowed I would take for myself. (thanks to my beautiful wife who made me promise to last night)
and I did
and it was worth every single second!

For Myself

So today I made the promise to only take care of myself.
Why is this so difficult.
It is easy to make suggestions to others.

How do I do that?

Is weeding the yard the way?

Painting my toenails?

Meditating?

A hot Bath?

Ok....meditation met the most resistance I guess I will start there.

Just go into what seems uncomfortable

that is surely the way

I am not feeling inspired.

just groggy

guilty

out of flow

I will go back into flow

and see you on the other side.

outer space

There is only space.

Finding that space is key

and then I suppose learning what to do with it, in it.

no, they say...that is the point

there is nothing to do or be or have

just experience the space

that is the point.

just be aware that it exists

find that seperation.

The Slamming of Doors

When did my sweet little baby boy get old enough to need to slam doors?

To grasp for independence?

His own sense of self?

When did he get old enough to write letters to the tooth fairy?

I suppose he is getting ready to enter that seventh year...

you know ..become a first grader

become himself

I will take all of those hugs and cuddles as I can

the ones that come at the end of hard day of fighting for what is right!

Ok...I am not kidding when I tell you that at the end of this post I heard "Mommy, come here, I need you." So I go into his room. "It's stuck" he says with big eyes and a sweet face, about the door that he has been slamming in response to me asking him to write his grandfather a thank you note for a lovely day they have spent together. I mean, this after the actual sticking of fingers in his ears to let me know that he is not listening. "You're forcing me to do this and I already told him thank you" he argues about the note. So I calmly help him fix the door jam so that it will close properly. " "Can you leave?" he asks after the door is fixed. "Ok" I say and he returns to his grumpy, defiant state of being...with a gentle glimpse of toddler left in there somewhere, he shuts the door and disappears into his own space. At least it is still under my roof and he is not peeling out at midnight.

Oh the sweet joys of parenthood. I vow to enjoy it all!

Ok... better still...so 15 minutes goes by and he emerges

"Mom , can I play my game now?"

"Well, we have to talk first," I say

"about what?" he says

"the slamming of doors." I say

" I wasn't slamming the door Mom, just closing it, so you would be surprised." he says

"surprised by what?" I ask

"the thank you note I wrote." he replies

" the thank you note?" I ask

"yes,."he says

"may I see it?" I ask

" well, it's already sealed in the envelope he says." with a smile

ahhhhhh, my sweet, little boy remains

and it was all sealed up on his desk in his room waiting to be mailed.

"That's awesome that you wrote that all by yourself!" I said, "but, it's time to take your bath now." I say

"Ok Mom." he says and begins to take off his clothes.

Time Travel

This very potent time of year has rolled in again.

Surprised by the force of the cycle

Excited by all of the potential

All of the forward movement

Like standing up on the crest of wave and realizing that you have just found your balance and can breathe for a while...still braced for the subtle shifts of the currents below

underneath all of this

The rain
thunder that started as sweet, light flashes
that started with big pink clouds
that started with sticky humidity

Thankful for the clearing powers of the rain

It's ability to nourish, feed, and cool

To quench a thirst
Renew,
Refresh,
Recharge

Now, it is pounding


and pooling into streams

that touch something and spread
and pour until

it reaches the earth and is it absorbed

and then quietly distributed in no rush at all

in the warm, quiet earth underneath all of this