a meditator's journal. meditating on meditation, marriage, eating, transforming from a stiffneck worrier to a spiritual warrior.
Monday, February 20, 2012
my doctor says, haven't heard from you for some time, hope you are well. hmmm. how to measure whether i am well, or, to be more accurate, how well i am. bingo. bowel talk. let's see. i can actually have bowel on my own without using any external stimulant very soon after i get out of bed. well, this may not seem much to a lot of people but to me it has been chronic. it is worse after traveling. it would take several days, up to a week, to get it going again. but this time, after traveling for more than 25 hours it's up and running the morning after return. hwubby says, now i get up in the morning and have a big poop, it feels so....relieved, so light. he is right. i don't know exactly what happens during all those oiling, pounding, ghee drinking, and more oiling. something is loosened big time and it is a good thing. i notice it is that much easier to let go of negativity. a facebook friend says, they are cloud passing through the sky. he is spot on. yet for so long it has been hard to catch myself before being sucked into the cumuli of drama. no more.
Drink tea. Right now, my tea is the summer chai Ayurveda way. No ginger. Nope. Pound some cardamom pods, coriander. Throw in fennel seed, cumin seed. That's it. O yes, sprinkle rose water. Not store bought. Take fresh rose petals from my garden. Pink, red, yellow. Throw them all into hot water with cardamom. Soak, covered, overnight. Squeeze. Boom. Intoxicating rose water. Sweetness of the rose goddess goes straight to heart.
A taste of Suk Wah's first novel
Jews Don't Eat Jellyfish. Or Quan Yin, Please. A modern myth. Funny, moving and relevant. Spirited Away meets Eat Drink Man Woman meets Joy Luck Club. It's Harry Potter for women. I plan to finish re-writes in 2013 and publish in 2014. I have something I want to say and I want many people to read it.