Remember This If You Are Ever Chased by a Bull

I didn't wish you a Merry Christmas, but I can wish you a Happy New Year. And I want each and every one of you to know how special you are to me. Without you, I would be like the tree falling in the forest. "Does it make a sound if no one is there to hear it?"

Thank you for honoring me by visiting my blog. 

I spent Christmas night lost in the bathroom--the second time in my life--I did it once as a kid, and always remembered it. When I couldn't find the light switch I thought, Oh no, not again.

I did escape eventually, but then that rasping cough and raw chest muscles kept me awake. You have heard the expression, “She can’t fight herself out of a wet paper bag?” Well, I couldn’t.

Aren’t you glad we tend to forget how miserable the flu can be? Usually, I have symptoms, but don’t feel sick. This time I had both. And that bug is wrecking havoc with this family.

For me, just plugging in the Christmas tree lights was too much work. My girls fixed Christmas dinner. That was before my second daughter got sick.

Our family dragged themselves to the Escrow office yesterday--to sign house papers—hope we didn’t give that nice lady what we have, but the previous owners wanted it done before the end of the year.

And then, today, I couldn’t believe it, the Loan officer assistant asked that I send the bank statement to make sure we had the funds to cover yesterday’s Cashier check. I though a Cashier’s check was like cash, if we didn’t have the amount in the bank to cover it, they wouldn’t give it to us. (Copying and scanning, back to haunt me.)

But then what do I know, my brain is fried.

I had been going up and down with cold symptoms, but the 23^rd the day of the office Christmas Party, I thought I was recovering, got gussied up and had a ball. The bug crashed in on me the following day.  

There I was at a scientific instrumentation gathering--expecting intellectual talk, right? As luck would have it, I sat next to a live wire wearing a Rodeo buckle the size of a dinner plate.

He was a former #bull rider.

I had to laugh, perhaps I was the one in the room who would most appreciative a Bull Rider. I asked him if he had ever seen #Bull Poker, “Oh yes,” he said, “but I would never do it.”

If you don’t know about Bull Poker, it’s when four guys who have drowned their brains in Budweiser plunk $50.00 down on a card table in an arena with a loose bull. They sit in four chairs.

Last man sitting gets the pot.

He said every time he sees a bull, he’s ready to ride. You come off wired, he said. After the man is off their back, and the flank rope is off, the bulls are so tame you can pet them.

Between rides, he was a Rodeo Clown. I know about those fellows. They are the ones who rush in to save the rider on the ground from being gored. Those men are agile—can leap over barrels the size of Volkswagens. He said it wasn’t so hard to out-step a bull, for they are big, heavy and slow to turn.

Remember that if you are ever chased by a bull.

I just got a notice from Google, “Did I want a card with a photo of a past Christmas?” I squinted at the thumbprint copy. "It was my 2009 #Christmas turtles!"

How in the heck did they get that? I keep wheretigersbelchandmonkeyshowl.blogspot.com for archive but have not visited it in ages. 

Ah yes, #Black Sands Beach, Christmas 2009.

Our first trip to Black Sands Beach with its caviar sand and sea turtles. Legend says that the turtles come to scoop troughs in the sand to collect freshwater for the people to drink, and they come to protect the children.

And this Christmas:

• The Plushie Standoff

Chicken by Daughter number one. Sweetpea dog by Grandson number one, 11.

Made entirely by hand.

You are my inspiration.

Five Things That Should Never Be Lost

•   Bookstores

Tsunami bookstore in Eugene Oregon that has been in existence for 28 years, a hold-out from earlier times when we had a bookstore on about every corner. 

I remember Perelandra, the metaphysical bookstore that had the sign at the check-out desk, “I’d like the new book by what’s her name, you know that book.”

Perelandra kept up with the newest releases, and it was such fun to go in there…It was a time of resurgence of spiritual thought. It seemed that after Tibet opened its doors, information came streaming out.

Perelandra is gone.

#Tsunami Books might travel in its footsteps.

I once heard an editor speak at that bookstore to a packed house. Is that still happening?

Used to be we didn’t think too much about spending $24 on a hardback book, for we couldn’t wait for the soft cover to come out, and we figured the author deserved to make a living.

Now, if we can’t buy a book for $2.99, we don’t.

We don’t frequent bookstores either because we can buy books cheaper online, or get used ones. I’m guilty as well. But I just spent $29.00 on a book titled Share, Women to Woman where the publishing proceeds go to Women to Women International, an organization that assists women from war-torn or depressed Africa.  It is a beautiful recipe book featuring African recipes with a foreword written by Meryl Streep.

I’m selling it on http://the-frogs-song-design.com as it goes along with my interest in African design.

Yep, an online store.

I’ve been obsessed for a week working on the website, haven’t stocked much merchandise yet, but there are some design ideas there. The latest blog is on  Shiplap, “Sometimes the Hottest New Thing has Been Around forever.”

• Cursive Writing

Imagine The Declaration of Independence  typed on a word processor.

Remember how much we loved getting letters from friends and relations written with care and precision in their own hand. (And remember those circles and infinity symbols we practiced in school to teach our hands fluent moves?)

I cherish my mother’s letters, even though they are copies. I feel connected when I see her handwriting.

• Our Common Sense

 “Horse sense,” they used to call it. Guess some farmers trusted their horses more than some people. And late at night many a drunk relied on his horse to bring him home, and he didn’t get a DUI.

I fear we are dependent upon the media, the television, the internet to tell us what to do, what to think, how to dress, and how to behave. 

It takes a stalwart soul to stand strong in the face of such barrage.

• Our Ability to Care for Ourselves

My husband said that his grandpa used vinegar to make batteries, and I know they had a milk house over a cold water stream where they cooled the milk before shipping or storing.

I’m not saying we ought to go back to this, heavens, I hope not, I just want us to remember that if our ancestors couldn’t take care of themselves we wouldn’t be here.

I was set off thinking about this when I stumbled upon an old survival recipe for a food created by the Native Americans and later used by explorers.

This food, when packed sufficiently has been known to be good after 50 years. It is called Pemmican—the original survival food. (I could have used it at the Tony Robbin’s event, and for backpackers, it could be a lifesaver.)

Here briefly is the recipe for Pemmican:

It’s from The Lost Ways Survival Book, page 48.

6 pounds beef

1/3 cup blueberries

2 pounds tallow

Cut meat into strips, place in 130-degree oven for 15 hours, place blueberries in a small aluminum foil tray and leave alongside the meat until dry. (If you have a food dryer so much the better, or of course, you can build an outside frame over a fire, but I wouldn’t suggest it. )

After the meat is thoroughly dehydrated, place it and berries in a food processor, or you can use a motor and pestle, but let's go the easy route.

Tallow is the fat from beef or pork. Heat it over low temperature for about one hour, until the oil has liquefied and the tallow strips are thoroughly crisp—keep these as treats for your dog.

Pour tallow over ground meat and berries, and mix. Cool so it will not melt your plastic and store in zip-lock bags, (a little modern mixed in, squish out all air, and store.) Well, you could use glass jars.

• Lastly, Never Forget That War is Hell

Few remember the Second World War and that virtually every able-bodied man signed up, as well as some women. My 92 year-old-friend, I have mentioned often was a WAC.

We remember how it took out a majority of those men, and at home and abroad, civilians’ food and clothing was rationed. Children roamed the neighborhood with a wagon collecting any metal utensils people were willing to give for the war effort.

One Christmas the rest of the family gave my mother their sugar coupons so she could make candy.

 “Who remembers the Allied soldiers that were marooned at Dunkirk France with no exit strategy. Winston Churchhill said there was no escape and they would perish or be captured.

British civilians, using pleasure boats, lifeboats, fishing boats, dinghies, whatever floating device they could get their hands on, made trip after trip across the channel, stopping only for Petrol, and rescued all 338,226 soldiers.

In Dakar Germany, the sign at the entrance to the concentration camp says, “Never Let Them Forget…”

There was a dandelion flower sitting on a step leading to the crematorium, beautiful yellow, a simple flower in stark contrast with what lie beyond. And the wall along the front was festooned with flowers.

If you believe in vibes or energy, or even if you don’t, it was clear how people wanted to cleanse that place. They prayed over it and built a church on the property. All barracks were scraped off save one.

The dandelion: “I shed light upon that which is hidden.”

The dandelion is a symbol of positivity, progress, and survival.

There we are...

And here is a big hug for all who visited this site this month, it was an all-time high. Thank you.

DECEMBER ONE?!

Didn’t we take down the Christmas tree only last week?

This morning I stopped at a Dutch Brothers for a Latte—at a Kiosk I had never stopped at before. A darling girl stuck her head out the window, gave my dog a treat, and we chatted. She said when she saw the Dutch Love picture *she had tears streaming down her cheeks. She told me that corporate office had received a letter from a person who planned to kill themselves that day--after they stopped for coffee. The suicidal person didn’t mention his plans to the server but came away feeling that he had value.  He decided he wanted to live, and wrote to the company telling them about it.

Don’t you just love it?

* I Posted this picture a couple of blogs ago, but I didn't read the text. 

http://wsls.com/2016/03/23/dutch-love-goes-viral-after-encounter-at-vxr-dutch-bros/

VANCOUVER, Wash. (KOIN) — A woman snapped a picture of a coffee order while in line at a Vancouver Dutch Bros., but it wasn’t your normal order.

According to Barbara Danner, who posted the picture on the Dutch Bros Coffee Facebook page, the woman in the car in front of her had lost her 37-year-old husband the night before. When the employees noticed she was emotional and struggling, they stopped to pray with her.

Peirce Dunn and Evan Freeman are two of the employees in the viral post. Freeman tells KOIN 6 News the woman is a regular customer and she was visibly upset. At first, the woman didn’t want to talk about her loss, but Dunn and Freeman say they could see she was suffering and they just wanted to give her love and to make her feel that love. They say they just wanted to correct the problem and make her feel happy.

The post has more than 341,000 reactions on Facebook and has been shared more than 100,000 times.

For those who have read my previous blog, I am in love with Dutch Brothers--the coffee people. I love their policy, their friendliness, and their attitude. "We can teach anyone to make coffee, but we can't teach anyone to be nice." Now I find that they are life-changing. My  seat companion at the Tony Robbins live event said the company sent 30 of their employees to the event--all paid expenses.

And now, dear ones, get ready for more of Tony Robbins, Unleash the Power Within --my experience in San Jose. This is the last post on the subject. 

Another seat companion asked if I would write about the nutrition talk, I said I would. so dear friend, here it is:

I’m not trying to encourage anyone to change their diet or their attitude regarding it. Just the facts as I heard them.

As I sit here, I am holding a Kleenex under my nose for my sinuses are working overtime to rid my body of whatever irritants got in there. And here I am faced with those wonder men who popped in and out of the event, and said they haven’t had a cold in 35 years.

That’s annoying.

Whatever bug is bothering me, is going through the family. First, daughter got it, then me, and today little grandson got sick. So far husband dear has escaped. He takes a supplement called “Cellular Forte,” and it seems to save him.

 I better add that to my repertory.

Okay, on to the event. First things first--First BREATHE. (You know if you keep breathing you won't die.)

     1) Breath

 I had never heard of Wim Hof, known as The Ice Man, until  he bounded onstage and led us in a breathing exercise.  

At 57, this Norwegian bundle of energy who looked like a mountain man said that when his wife died and he had four kids to raise, he went to the wilderness to grieve. He said he went to nature, to the cold, to get a warm heart.

Hof set 26 world records for feats accomplished in extreme cold, Including climbing Mt Everest to 22,000-foot altitude in his shorts, and with no additional oxygen. 

Watching the video of him swimming through ice-laden Alaskan waters will blow your mind. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUQwFZ_xFdM

Hof said it’s the mind and the connected breathing that’s the Golden Key to unlock your inner power.  When the adrenaline is up bacteria cannot survive.

I’m breathing.

Bacteria be gone.

He led us in a breathing exercise—super oxygenating ourselves, then we held our breaths for a minute. Breathe again, hold for two minutes.

 “Awk, heave, gasp.”
When asked if we ought to breathe through our mouth or nose, he said, “I don’t care which hole you breathe through, just breathe.”

His ice bath record is 1 hour and 44 minutes. When he climbed out, his skin temperature was normal. 

I don't think he is a daredevil or a superman. I do think he is a person who has learned how to control his metabolism, through meditation and breathing, It shows the power of the mind.

     2) Water

Breath work segwayed into the power of water.  

In Dr. Ferrydoon Batmanghelidj’s book, Your Body’s Many Cries for Water,  Dr. Batmanghelidj explained that as a political prisoner, placed in solitary confinement, he reasoned that without physical exercise food would become toxic in his body, so he didn’t eat. He drank water only and found that relieved his stomach pangs.

Later in the cell block with 250-300 prisoners, a fellow inmate was brought to him with severe abdominal pain. Having no medicine, he treated him with water. And although the man had peptic ulcer disease, the water relieved him. Dr. B prescribed two glasses of water every three hours for the next four months, and it seemed to be curing him.

Dr. B. treated 3,000 similar cases and being a scientist, documented them carefully.  Later the University of Pennsylvania hired him to further his research.

How much water should we drink?

One-half your body weight in ounces daily.

A 200- pound person  should drink 100 ounces of water. That is 6.25 pints or 3.13 quarts.

And now, my dear seat companion, I will attempt to explain some of the nutrition information.

3   3)  Nutrition

First of all, there is power in Living water and Live foods. Our plates ought to contain 75% water rich food, The other 25% can be protein, carbohydrates, fiber.

4   4) Fats

Tony emphasized that he gets his tremendous energy because he runs of fats not sugar as do most of the rest of us.

Essential oils are paramount.  Fish oil,. Krill oil is even better, purer. One oil recommended was Odo.

·     

Certified organic fresh omega-3, -6, and -9 oils from flax, sesame, and sunflower seeds, coconut, and evening primrose

·      100% plant-based (vegan), non-GMO, fish-, dairy-, and gluten-free, kosher

·      Ideal ratio balance of 2:1 omega-3s to omega-6s

Its originator was in the arena and he emphasized that it is made under the most stringent of conditions and is very pure.

Yesterday,  I ordered some.

     5) Alkalinity

We know about pH, the acid/alkalinity scale, and how for optimal health we ought to lean toward the alkaline side. (pH stands for “Potential of Hydrogen.” 7 is neutral, the middle of the scale.)

Our blood needs to be slightly alkaline.

Whereas urine, saliva, and the digestive tract should be slightly acidic. We tend to have an alkaline reserve which is stored until it’s needed to neutralize excess acid in the body. If the body becomes too acidic or depletes its alkaline reserves, the cells begin to weaken and break down.

Overweight and underweight problems tend to be an acid problem.

Cancer cells do not do well in an alkaline environment.

I’m leaning toward the acid right now. That happens with a cold. (Have you ever smelled your baby’s breath when they are coming down with a fever? You know they are getting sick.) Right now I’m going to the kitchen for some water laced with apple cider vinegar and a blob of honey. This isn’t from Tony, it’s from me. Yes, vinegar is acid, but it works the opposite in the body. And with a cold, it tends to restore homostasis (balance), which is out of whack.

First a glug of water.

Oh, yes, and put lemon in your water.

For alkalinity, Go Green

Some alkalinity producing foods:

almonds

carrots

avocados

dates

lemons

cucumber

broccoli

(Have you ever drank wheat grass extract? Wow, talk about green. Wheatgrass  is packed with good things, guess I ought to try it again.  It contains all 8 of the essential amino acids, vitamins, minerals, enzymes, and it stimulates peristalsis and supports thyroid functioning.)

And it will curl your toes.

Meat and lobster are acid producing—eat with a salad.

      Exercise

Anaerobic (without Oxygen)exercise builds muscle.

Aerobic, (with Oxygen)  builds health.

Love this: The philosophy of “no pain, no gain,” is a fallacy!

Your goal should be to exercise for a longer period of time but in a totally enjoyable way.

And walk at a rate where you can talk.

This in the maximum heart rate:

Stay well below this otherwise, you’re working anaerobically and just burning sugar.

220  minus  your age = maximum heart rate.

Let’s say you are 35 years old. 220 – 35 is 185 your max heart rate.

To burn fat with aerobic use 180 - your age = aerobic training rate.

180 minus 35 equals 146 your aerobic training rate.

I found that all the exercise I was getting at the event helped my overall energy level. I talked of all the walking I did, didn't like some of the predicaments I got myself in, but it worked wonders on my body. Our dancing, jumping up and down, standing up at regular intervals, swinging our hips, took away the back pain I had experienced at home.

I was drinking protein shakes for breakfast and at night, and eating a nut blend trail mix throughout the day. I did eat a hot dog for lunch because that was available, and I like hot dogs. Oh yes, and drinking lots of water.

On the way home I was a bit early at the San Jose Airport and I had a salmon salad. It was excellent. The greens were fresh and the salmon perfect--a surprise for airport food.

I think wine and coffee are essential to a happy life, however, they then to dehydrate, so I will drink more water.

Tony said he hadn’t eaten a piece of chocolate for years. On the first date with his wife-to-be, she ordered a chocolate ice cream Sunday.

He exclaimed: “What are you doing!” 

“It’s called Living.”

His response, “I like that girl.” And, he said, “I even have a chocolate once in awhile and a bit of ice cream.”

I guess all that water, vinegar, and breathing throughout this day helped for at the end of itI felt good enough to make cream puffs. Good comfort food, good fats, not much sugar. Not the best picture, but I can't take another for we ate the subject.

I'd offer you a cream puff if I could, but you're there, I'm here. (Where are you?)  I could give you the recipe, though.  Probably cream puff recipes have remained the same over the years but this one comes from a 50 year-old-plus recipe book. And the Bavarian cream is simple to make, delicious and essential. Filling with just whipped cream doesn’t do it.