Poem: WWJDT

If he did come back
What would Jesus eat?
Would he eat sushi? bacon? meats?
Would he gorge on sweets?
Would he choose organic?
Would GMOs make him manic?
Would he shop at Whole Foods?
Would he eat fried foods?
How many donuts
In the church basement?
And what would he bring
To the potluck?
Just wondering what he’d do
Where would Jesus drive thru?


About the poem:
I just went to the final class, having completed our seven day juice fast. Fasting was actually easier than regular eating and I feel great. One reason I wanted to try fasting was that most cultures seem to use fasting for physical and spiritual purification. Jesus, Mohammed and others are said to have used fasting. The fasting was all good.

It’s the many opinions about what to do with normal eating that is puzzling. For some, a strict eating plan works best. For others, a cycle of being strict 85% of the time, then indulging occasionally works well. What I learned in the class, was the idea to add fasting to your practice when your body needs healing.

Dr. Cropley kept saying thst life us a miracle and our bodies are miracles. Given that, what diet should a spiritual leader have? What do you eat?

I’m starting a Sustainable Revolution in Longmont!

Nice little article about me and the new Sustainable Revolution group I’m starting. The article also includes details about the Wed Apr 16 meeting at Lefthand Brewing Company from 5-7pm to discuss the proposed sustainability tax for Boulder County.

http://www.timescall.com/longmont-local-news/ci_25559577/longmont-woman-voices-support-sustainability-tax

You can find out more about the group at Facebook.com/SustainableRevolutionLongmont

Poem: 100-Day-Old Teacher

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On day 99
The new mommy is rushing about
Shopping, cleaning and cooking
Her baby cries
She starts to feel stressed out
She picks him up
And he cutely smiles at her
And against her plans
She drops what she was doing
And smiles cutely back at him
After he nurses for awhile
He falls asleep
She does too

And this is what he has taught her
For 99 days
Smile cutely
Ask for help
Sleep when you’re tired

So when her family arrives
And his family arrives
the next day
She smiles cutely
And they smile back
She asks for help
And they give it gladly
And when she’s tired
She goes to sleep

How does her teacher feel
Now that he is
100-days old?

He smiles cutely
And everyone smiles back


About the poem:
In Korea, families have a big celebration when their baby turns 100 days old. Moms are often stressed to the max with the responsibility of preparing traditional foods, and preparing invitations and rituals, dealing with many expectations for how to treat family members. It is way way way more strict than anything I’ve seen in US families. Anyhow, none of this can hold a candle to a baby’s smile. Ha! Luckily!

 

Poem: Foods that Bind …getting a grip on food addiction

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How can I get
Out of my mind
These foods that bind

How can I get
Out of my body
These foods that rob me blind

I have won the battle
I have overcome
Every time
With the help
Of someone


About the poem:

I have now completed six days of the Dr. Cropley Seven Day Juice Fast. Actually, in the program you only need to do three days of juice only, but I have done six. So, I’m feeling very good. And because I love juice and this new alkaline broth recipe I learned, it’s been painless other than a few minutes of indecision in the grocery store!

But the big news is that I have been off coffee, dairy, and sugar for this entire time. In preparation for the fast, Dr. Cropley warns that it probably isn’t a good idea to binge on all the forbidden foods prior to the fast. Instead, he recommended trying to wean yourself off ‘the foods that bind’: sugar, caffeine, dairy and processed foods.

That phrase really hit me. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that the occasional pastries, the drive-thru happy meal (don’t judge!) have/had? a power over me.

Unhealthy foods do bind us.

Twice prior I found myself 30 pounds overweight and each time it was enrolling in a program that helped me. This time, I realized I was about ready for new jeans. And when it comes to jeans, upsizing is not that great! And I was starting to have some back strain. And I realized, it’s time to ask for help.

And voila! It works. Asking for help. Submitting yourself to someone else’s system and conceding that yours isn’t working are all empowering.

Poem: Sell the House

 

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Sell the house
Buy a river

Sell the house
Buy some clouds

Sell the house
Buy a mountain

Sell the house
Buy the beach

Downsize your home
Upsize your life

Sell the house


About the poem:
Yesterday was my day off, before my weekend! That really helps. I have one day to run around and do silly errands, shop, and go here and there. And time for self care. Like just sitting by the river talking to ducks and little kids, haha.

Look around your house? Is it a place of peace? Does it enable you to have time to enjoy your life? Or does it require that you work so much, that you can’t? I hear the housing market is up… :-)

Congratulations to my friends Danny and Carol who recently upsized their lives! Yahoo!

Poem: Call before midnight

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Choose just one thing
That seems overwhelming
If it’s gone to this extent
It means that what you’ve learned
What you’re doing
What you’re trying
Isn’t working

Choose just one thing
And ask for help
Call before midnight
Things that are wrong in your life
Can be made right

Your life expires soon
Don’t delay
Call before midnight

Poem: Take it Back …the Sankofa Adinkra symbol is timeless wisdom

If you bought too much crap
Take it back

If you said something mean
Take it back

If you were wrong
Take it back

Then move on
With a load
Off your back

About the poem:

The symbol shown here is the Adinkra Symbol Sankofa from Adinkra.org. The meaning of the bird looking backwards is varied, depending on the source. Here’s one from Adinkra.org: Go back and get it. It means that you need to learn from history, but it requires that you go back and do something. This is timeless advice!

Yesterday, I had a few of these opportunities! I bought twice as much stuff as I’d planned and I sent out an email to 25 people with the wrong location for an upcoming meeting. In both cases, you just take it back and move on. And in both cases, people were friendly and shared the humor.

How about you this weekend? Anything you need to take back? :-)

Poem: Someone opens the door …asking for help is the first step

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Suffering in silence
Locked in my own prison
When I finally call out for help
Someone opens the door
Happy to see me
And light floods in


About the poem:
Each person has their list of self-debilitating habits that crop up over time due to ignorance, conditioning, trauma or who knows why. But it’s safe to say that there are areas of our lives where we will need help. We can’t turn to the same people again and again, who may in part be creating or unaware of our difficulties. We need to find someone new to help us.

I’ve been going to some new nutrition therapists and it’s so cool. They’ve dedicated their lives to helping people, but until we ask, they are just ready and waiting for us. And then it feels so good to be in that intersection of humbling yourself and allowing them to help.

And when we ask for help, people are waiting there.

Poem: Tomorrow I might do better

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Today I did my best
But now it’s time to rest
Tomorrow I might do better
I laugh at my every mistake
I’m grateful for my day
But now it’s time to rest
As I think over my day
I see where I might need help
Tomorrow I’ll ask for help
But now it’s time to rest
Today I did my best
Tomorrow I might do better


About the poem:
Growing up, I was pretty worried about sin. And I don’t remember really every feeling okay. I was always searching for what I did wrong, which was followed by Guilt. How did you guess? Yes, I grew up Catholic.

Finding a happy resting place in reality, is based on the ability to be content with what you are right now, as well as being open to seeing where you can improve and getting the courage to ask for help. It’s a fine line, but it’s wide enough to sleep on. This is an important skill to teach our kids too!

Poem: Seven Day Fast …a Haiku

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A seven day fast
Green juice, time marches slow but(t)
Occasionally runs


About the poem:
I just went to a nutrition class that teaches you how to do a seven day fast. I was thinking mostly about juicing and how great it would be. But I wasn’t really thinking about elimination. Aha that would be something to plan for!

Poem: Sunday 5 pm

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Sunday 5 pm
The weekend comes to a close
Where does it find you?
Dreading the week ahead
Wishing the weekend was longer?

Sunday 5 pm
Decades pass
But alas
Every week still has seven days
Friday follows Thursday
Monday follows Sunday

Sunday 5 pm
Thinking of Monday
Do you fight it?
Or invite it?

Sunday 5 pm
Time to ditch the weekend to-do list
Sit back and
Play through the past couple days
Savor the memories

Sunday 5 pm
Thank you for being here
On time, as usual

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About the poem:
It took me over four decades to realize that dreading Monday was a choice.

Poem: I Think I Can

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I think I can
And
Oh I could never do that
Are worlds apart


About the poem:
Got an area of your life that isn’t going so well? An addiction? Compulsive behavior? Pain or disease you are ignoring but is getting worse?

Always wanted to try something, but just haven’t due to potential embarrassment or failure?

If you have an urge to be better, but aren’t doing it, humble yourself. Ask for help. Book a healing session. Go to a support group. Try out for a play. Trying and failing is much more fun than agonizing. Whatever it is, get unstuck.

I think you can!

This photo is of a page of the book originally written in 1930 by Watty Piper, The Little Engine That Could.

Poem: Pretty Dead Peeps

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Pretty in pink peeps
Pretty dead peeps
So cute, you can’t beat them
Okay, just don’t eat them
But first, don’t try them
But first, don’t buy them


Our world reflects our choices. Especially as parents, choosing healthy foods and resisting the cultural pressure to buy cheap is not easy. But first, I believe… you can dooooooo it!

Poem: Celebrate the Earth …looking for meaningful Earth Day events

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I don’t want to clean up downtown
Or pick up cigarette butts
To be rewarded with a t-shirt and donuts

I don’t want to buy peeps and jelly beans
And plastic grass and foil-wrapped things
I want to revel in
Crocuses and spring
I want to celebrate an awakening!

I don’t want to drive 30 minutes
To be eco-friendly in Boulder
I want to celebrate the earth
Right here, beneath my feet

I want to be powered by the sun
The way plants are
I want to be in sync with the moon’s phase
And flow like the waves

I want to know how to nourish myself
The way nature takes care of herself
To leave behind me a sparkling place
With my belonging to her written on my face

Save the stickers and the cookies
For some other time, like never
There are ways to celebrate
Beyond the habits of sugar and shiny pink things
That we use for an instant then throw away

As for me
I want to celebrate
By becoming her student
By learning her secrets
By sitting at her feet

Before it’s too late
Let’s celebrate


About the poem:
Just trying to find some meaningful Earth Day celebrations in Longmont.

 

Poem: Karmic Inspiration Cycles

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A short burst of energy
A courageous act of self expression
The freedom of being authentic
Spreads through the room
Seeming unforgettable
But forgotten overnight

In the morning
Baggy eyes, tired
Feeling uninspired

I find the note I was handed:
You inspired me
To pick up the pen
To start writing again

Reading this
In turn
Inspires me
To be brave


About the poem:
It’s surprising to me how many times this happens. A friend invited me to a spoken word contest. I invited her to join our book. When the book was fading, she delivered a contribution that energized the group. That book spurred her to start a blog, and on and on it goes.

If you want to be inspired, do something brave for even a tiny moment, and it will come back to supercharge you. Not sure how that all works, but sure it does!

The friend I met last night decided to take up the challenge of writing a poem a day for April National Poetry Month through the National Poetry Writing Month (http://napowrimo.net). He was inspired by my story, which the open mic host then made as a challenge to the audience. He and six or seven others accepted the challenge. And dang it, if hearing that, didn’t inspire me to go for it in April 2014, as I had in April 2013. See? See how it works!

And you, my love?

Poem: He is just Mentally Ill

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After decades of confusion
About why he said what he said
And did what he did
It’s clear now
He is just mentally ill


About the poem:
One of my favorite slogans from the 12 steps programs is this: “Know Crazy”

It’s the same idea as this poem. We can spend a lot of energy trying to figure out why would he say that to me? How could he possibly not know that is rude? Why is he so unfeeling?

Questions like this can drive you crazy, until you realize that the person of interest is quite possibly just mentally ill. I say ‘just’ because it’s actually helpful to know that someone is sick, rather than rude, mean, or otherwise terrible.

In this past week a friend suddenly realized that her husband of more than two decades is mentally ill. If you have a relationship that has not improved for decades, there might be an underlying reason. And this might be it.

“Know Crazy” advises us to not try to make sense and understand the logic of a person or situation that is mentally ill. First, we must acknowledge the illness, take steps to stay sane ourselves, then do our best from there.

This photo is taken in front of the Longmont Recreation Center, looking out to Longs Peak. Pretty, huh?