A four letter word
Opps it’s a five letter word
Boy am I stressed out
I don’t know how
One thing at a time
I’m cooking, paying bills and watching tv all at the same time
Hurry I'm late
I forget my appointment
My appointed is cancelled
I’m already there
always messes me up
I forget where I am going
I forget how to get there
Why do I always get company when my house is a mess
I thought I said the right thing
I say the wrong thing
There’s nothing like doing nothing.
I feel liberated, carefree, as if all responsibility is paused, and I am placed in a state of open wonder, able to just be.
Some may find it totally boring, perhaps a waste of time – not me!
My imagination is piqued, and ideas appear, as if clearing away everything that was blocking them. My senses are more, well, “sensitive,” magnified. So, I see and hear beauty around me more easily.
When Bruce and I were first married, we discovered Jones’ Family Farm, and started a tradition.
Each October we’d go to the farm and pick out a huge pumpkin. Then we’d bring it home, and work all weekend to make pies (usually 9) and loaves (usually 6).
Sometimes, we’d make pumpkin cookies or pumpkin pancakes (not a big hit). We’d cook the seeds. Then we’d distribute the pies to my parents and my brother Mike, Bruce’s parents, aunties, neighbors, etc.
I’d always bring some in for the teacher’s lounge at Second Hill Lane School.
I was born into a prepared place here,
Where geniuses leave their marks,
That everything is better still.
Thank you you who first sung a song.
Perhaps the birds led the way.
Thank you you who first baked a pot from clay.
Perhaps fiery stones led the way.
Thank you you who first made a word.
Perhaps the call of sheep led the way.
Thank you you who first picked berries and nuts as food.
Perhaps you watched the deer and squirrel.
Hi, it's Marilyn Fuller again - nurse and life coach.
I received in my mailbox a newspaper: "The Epoch Times" - E-p-o-c-h. I'm really intrigued with this newspaper - it's more like a Scientific American. And the subject I'm going to talk to you about today is why are you so vitamin D deficient?
And because a statistical error has reduced our daily requirement dose of the sunshine vitamin, to our detriment, don't go to your primary [physician], who will get a blood level test, because they're inaccurate.
Hi, it's Marilyn Fuller, nurse and life coach.
I'm going to talk to you about Inflammation, and that leads to chronic illness.
According to Dr Barry Sears, who wrote "The Wellness Zone", inflammation leads to chronic illness.
So, disease comes in 3 stages: first you have wellness, then you have cellular inflammation, and then you get chronic disease.
Birds singing, trickling water, crickets humming – I’ve found these sounds to be powerfully healing.
I use muscle testing, also known as kinesiology, to see the healing power of sounds, measured on a scale of 1 to 10.
The crows, the hawks and the sparrows all – all birds – the peacock, the gentle “cooaw cooaw” of the chicken – these all give a power of 10 healing sound.
And trickling water too. I am always drawn to tickling water, in a fountain, in a brook – so meditative, so healing.
Musical beginning of Claire de Lune performed by and courtesy of Amber Short - https://www.ambershort.us/media/music/piano/Claire_de_Lune.wav
I’ve found that “Claire de Lune” has a very healing sound. I use muscle testing, also known as kinesiology, to test on a scale of 1 to 10 the power of healing for a particular piece of music.
The instrument doesn’t matter. It is the underlying music that presents this healing quality.
Have you ever felt that your life was completely out of control? So out of control that you thought you would never get it back again? That's what drug addiction can do. I've been there. It was a long time ago but it changed my life.
In my case, the drug was Xanax. Xanax is a benzodiazepine, a class of super-addictive medications used to treat anxiety. Valium, Lorazepam, and Klonopin are other benzodiazepines. Xanax was prescribed for me by a doctor who did not take the time to explain how to use it. By misusing it, I became addicted.
Out of the blue came the hoot of an owl.
Sometimes this happens in my back yard. Sometimes in my neighborhood. Sometimes I think it follows me.
It was a very pleasant surprise - three long, slow, low hoots. A pause, then it repeated. A pause again, then it repeated again.
It calls up in me the feeling of the deep woods. Where there are wise animals, knowing old, huge oaks, and the feel of soft, moist dirt underfoot.
The woods are alive with mystery and quiet surprise. At any moment there could appear a deer, a chipmunk, or a giant, black crow.