Poem: Buddha’s Birthday …a Haiku

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Three bows to Buddha

Bibimbap, rice cake, melon

Shady spot of peace

About the poem:

Buddha’s Birthday is a national holiday in South Korea. On my day off of work, I went to a nearby Buddhist Temple, Yongunsa, here in Samcheonpo. First we visited the main prayer space, slipped off our shoes and bowed three times to the main Buddha statue. These are full bows, meaning that for each you start standing, then kneel down and bend forward, touching your forehead to the ground, then come up.

Then we chose one of the many bibimbap serving lines. Older ladies served us each a bowl with the veggies and kim (seaweed), we added a dollop of gochu sauce, and in another line we added the rice.

We sat and at the bibimbap, then went for the dessert: watermelon, Korean yellow melon, and rice cake.

It was a very hot day, but there are many shady spots to sit, resting and enjoying the holiday.

Many Korean holidays are family-centered (bowing to ancestors graves).  So this was great for me, as I went with my Korean friends and could participate!

 

 

Poem: Teach Me, Kiwi

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Teach Me, Kiwi

Whether others see me
As ugly or beautiful
How
To get sweeter
Juicier

To give joyfully
Without regret
Exquisitely
Until the last drop

Teach me, kiwi

About the poem:

This week, I’ve been eating ripe ripe ripe kiwis. I break them open and eat them like a cavewoman. And feel like a woman. I wondered if the kiwi was sad to be finished. But no, it didn’t feel like that at all. It was like it was screaming in triumph. I want to go out like that, juicy and screaming in triumph! “The end!”

About the author:

Life is meant to be fun. If you didn’t notice that day, you died one day early. Books on Amazon and Kindle.

Poem: Tea is the only language

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Tea is the only language
We haven’t lied in
The only one
We both understand.
More tea?

About the poem:

All I can say is that when you are trying to manage relationships cross-culturally, with different language, gender, age, and backgrounds, sometimes language just isn’t enough. And sometimes, tea is.  Thank goodness.

Poem: Sugar is Not Love …a Haiku

Sugar is not love
It’s just a crutch I lean on
When I am not strong

About the poem:

Emotional eating is the vice I have to keep an eye out for. Having gained 30 pounds twice in my life, and lost them, I know it’s sugar, not whiskey, not cocaine, and not cigarettes, that is my weakness.

Today was Teacher’s Day. I usually don’t buy much in the way of cakes, so was kinda looking forward to some. But alas, there was none.

On a day like today, I teach six hours in a row with 5 minute breaks between classes, and handful of almonds to keep me going. So, I’m a bit low sometimes by 9:10 pm when I finish.

So, when I went home, and made myself a little brownie thingy (I have no oven, so I used the skillet), I can label this accurately as emotional eating.

I recently heard Dr. Christian Northrup say, “Emotional eating is the not the problem. It’s the solution.” That’s what it was tonight. I know that eating a brownie has nothing to do with love and appreciation. But, I couldn’t figure out a way to just get past that. So, I added ground whole grain muesli, and egg for more protein, so it was as nutritious as possible.

When I am weak, a brownie is a crutch. It doesn’t give my body what it’s really craving, which is nutrition. And, I know it’s not love and I’m not gonna wax poetic about a gooey processed concoction.

When I am stronger, I eat something that is actually good. Something that actually is love, like some veggie-packed dinner or juice, that helps me get stronger. And that I can wax poetic about, and sometimes do!

Double it!

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This past week I improved life with a simple change: Double it!

I’ve been making green juice once or twice a week. Also, this month I have a new schedule working six hours straight with only five minute breaks between classes… I often arrived home wiped out.

From a video I watched by Kris Carr and  the same advice from a friend, came the idea, why not
make an extra juice to drink at school! I added this to my standard snack of walnuts and almonds.

I did this yesterday, and have mine all ready for today. I arrived home feely nourished and calm. And this self love also helps me be fun and loving even for my last class of the day!

Amazing to me how encouraging words, an open mind and small steps can continually improve our lives… In leaps and bounds.

Are you doing some small positive action in your life? Could you double it?

Cheers! Gumbae!

Chrysanthemum tea, angels and a husky voice

The day before I was scheduled to do an audio recording of my book, my voice was hoarse. I woke up with a cold earlier in the week and kept hoping I’d be healed in time to record.

I didn’t want to cancel, so I contacted friends and asked them to send healing vibes, angels or whatever juju they had access to. I got some great encouraging emails, with a few votes for a husky, sexy voice as a perfectly acceptable, possibly even better, option for recording day.

That morning, I sat in a coffee shop practicing reading aloud softly, getting ready. When I was ready to leave, I dropped my dishes off at the counter. I began chatting with the server, one of the few English speakers I’ve met in town.  As we exchanged names, I showed him my name on my book and we talked some more. I told him about the appointment I had to record my book the next day, and mentioned my hoarse voice.

He said, I know just what you need. He scooped up a heap of chrysanthemum buds, and gave me instructions on how to prepare it: use all of it, add boiling water, and steep for 30 minutes.

I did. And with all the encouragement I received, maybe a few angels, and a cup of tea, I was able to do the recording. An important step was not worrying if my voice sounded normal or not, who cares!

I learned that healing can come through the atmosphere, the internet, or a cup of tea, but it relies on me being humble and open enough to ask for help. And is completed by the compassion of others. And for that lovely partnership, I am thankful!

 

 

 

 

Popcorn and movies don’t go together

There was something about eating at the movies that seemed like a free pass. At home, there’s no way I would have made myself a huge bucket of popcorn and poured artificially-colored yellow motor oil on it. (Buckets at home were used for cleaning up …the other way.) And at home I never conjured a 2-quart bucket-ette of Coca-Cola, or sat down with a box of Red Vines for myself.

I also never ate Good & Plenty’s anywhere but the theatre. And I never bought huge, expensive but surprisingly empty boxes of Raisinettes, except there. And as theater movie evolved, I’d try just about anything. Rolo ice cream. Nachos, you name it.

Paying exorbitant prices for it and eating it in the dark, in my mind, somehow paid the price up front. So, I didn’t think about the calories or crappy ingredients. I settled into my seat in the dark, and ate and ate and drank without thinking about it. It was magical.

That is, until I joined a weight loss support group (PRISM).

In that program we committed to eating only nutritious food, in various phases and stages. And we wrote down everything we ate and computed the caloric and other values. Really, it was the other way around. We computed the calories, then decided what to eat.

At first, this totally ruined the moviegoing experience for me. Knowing that I couldn’t eat all that stuff and having been so conditioned to do it, I couldn’t concentrate on the movie itself. I kept looking around for something to stuff in my mouth or sip on. At first.

But about halfway through the first movie, I realized that this new way was not a prison. It was freedom.

How many times have you been biting into a warm, gooey snack just as they pan to the scene of the recently found murder victim. Ewwwww!

Or, the vampire is sucking blood from her neck, just as you realize the last sip on your straw is the icy bottom of your monster Sprite.  Eck!

Without food in the movie theater, the experience is refreshingly about seeing the movie.

This is what doing things mindfully means. It’s not a preachy, boring way to live. It’s the opposite. It’s the liberated, totally alive way to experience what you’re actually doing. Sure, have a little food just for fun now and then. But as a way of life, it’s not very fulfilling. (Just filling!)

I was almost a little upset with peacemaker Thich Nhat Hanh, the prolific Buddhist monk. He wrote the book (with Dr. Lilian Cheungh) that I wanted to write next:

Savor: Mindful Eating, Mindful Life

I’m okay with it though, haha! It’s a message that can’t be stated enough or in too many ways.

Eating mindfully is part of our spiritual path. That means when we’re noticing what the heck we’re eating, we’re going to make better choices for ourselves and the planet. And you’re going to avoid any more of those moments when blood is dripping on the  screen, just as a glop of nacho cheese lands on your chin.