You don’t have to explain everything to everyone. Your life is yours alone to understand. Like abstract art, it’s simply there… it speaks a story without saying anything at all. People may have different interpretations of your life that are far from your own, some may make assumptions about what you do or why. Sometimes these judgements come from the ones we care deeply about; friends, family, peers etc.
That’s okay. That’s expected. That’s a part of life.
What matters is your genuine honesty with all that is you!
Stand tall on your two feet and walk the walk. It’s your journey…the only person who needs to grasp the impact and purpose of each step is you.
(This recipe can be made vegan by leaving out the egg or using an egg replacer) INGREDIENTS
1 cup unsweetened cashew milk
1 cup vanilla almond milk
1 tsp apples cider vinegar
1/4 cup of organic coconut oil (butter flavored)
1/4 cup maple syrup
1/3 cup organic pumpkin pie mix
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 egg (organic cage free)
2 tsp organic cane sugar
1 tsp cinnamon
Pinch of ginger
Pinch of nutmeg
Pinch of allspice
3/4 tsp salt
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
2/3 cup gluten free Oats (blended to flour or whole)
2 cups Bobs all purpose gluten free flour blend
(I say construction here instead of instruction because this is your creation, tweak little things here and there to suite your needs/wants lol)
– Mix apple cider vinegar and milk and let stand for several minutes. (Good time to get the rest of the wet ingredients together)
– Thoroughly mix wet ingredients.
– In a separate bowl mixed dry ingredients.
– Gradually combine flour into the wet ingredients (stir while adding little by little.)
– Start Pre-heating your waffle maker
– Mix batter until smooth and medium thickness (a slow thick pour, not runny or chunky)
– Taste the batter and see if you want more spice or sweetness (start with less and you can always add more )
– Proceed to use your waffle maker at its optimal settings for golden waffle production
Eat and enjoy!
(I added edible flowers because I was overly excited about using them to make something pretty. tee hee hee)
Please share your review, tips , complaints etc. with me so I can improve my cooking experiments. Also, feel free to ask any questions or just say hi lol🙂
After my parents divorced I couldn’t look at ‘The Huxtables’ without feeling a ripping tear at my heart. (I grew up watching the Cosby show with my family and I remember the pride I had in how perfect I felt my family was). Keep in mind, I was just a year shy of starting college when the divorce monster was birthed from nowhere (at least for me it seemed quite sudden). My point is, it was the hardest thing I’ve dealt with in my 25 years.
(still thankful, I know it could be worse …trying to stay as positive as possible here)
Divorce is hard. I assume everyone knows this… so, I guess that’s why I haven’t ever written about it from my personal experience.
The hardest part of all is trying not to re-live the past over and over in my mind, analyzing what went wrong or trying to put pieces together. It’s exhausting.
I can now say that for the first time I didn’t see the past or feel anger and grief, I didn’t think first of my “used-to-be” family…(I saw this photo while searching for memes and my first thought was of how cute and convincing Cliff and Claire were at acting in love on the show. Their chemistry was amazing.) My parents had that picture perfect love as well, but it was very real! That’s what makes divorce so difficult and hard to understand.
I love the gift of love and I want everyone to find theirs truly.
Understanding that everyone deserves this blessing, sets me free form condemning either of my parents for divorce.
If I do sit and think about it for too too long (more than a few minutes), I do feel the tickles of despair creeping in, but I’m choosing to not let that pull me back. I’m moving forward. I think I am feeling true forgiveness. I’m thankful to be writing about this without crying or feeling a hot intensity behind my neck and throat, without placing blame or feeling inadequacy. I have my yoga teacher training to thank greatly for guiding me to this open self reflection and expression.
So Mom and Dad, I love you both dearly and I’m glad the stars aligned, and He put us together (literally our DNA is unique to us in a special way!). I wish nothing but joy for you both. Thank you for making me who I am today.
I’m healing! I’m healthy! I’m happy! I’M HERE!
That’s something to celebrate.
I think I’ve been approaching life in simple dimensions, trying to gather all the information I can to crack the code. But maybe, it is not a puzzle to be solved, it’s an experience to be had. Being in the moment is truly the only way to be satisfied with not having all the answers. True happiness. But there’s a catch, you can’t live in ignorance either. You take on the full experience. The good and the bad (still figuring out what that really means). And then I guess you have some faith and the whole picture comes together.
The more I seek, the more I witness and discover key details of our existence becoming a part of my conscious reality. Like how timeless struggles for power and survival have shaped the state of today’s human experience. I cannot ignore the distrust, the lack of interconnectedness. Many have distrust of our own country and its leaders, of our neighbors, sometimes even our families. It’s a daunting curiosity that lingers in almost every space; the feeling of wondering how safe we are in the most seemingly comfortable places. We are too deeply entangled in our our delusions and addictions to recognize and approach this distrust with an air of unified clarity. To me it feels like a white noise that either keeps you asleep or is a constant reminder of a much needed awakening. My heart tells me to trust the timing of the universe and the power of love. By confidently trusting in a Divine web of perfect timing through love and humility, we can cast out any fears or paranoia about matters beyond our individual control. I want to send my love to the lives lost and the minds traumatized by the events that occurred on 9/11. We all hope that nothing like this will every happen again, but it has…and it continues to happen on and off “our soil”. (Big or small, events like this only display the lowest and most chaotic vibrations of human potential).I pray that we can come together to do better, to illuminate the future with compassion and understanding, and with genuine respect for the differences of nations. I pray for unity. I pray for peace. I pray for progress. I pray for global enlightenment.
My yoga teacher training is complete. I’ve spent over 200 hours learning and practicing but there’s this voice in my head that discourages me from running full throttle at teaching my first class. I could say I haven’t had enough time or that I didn’t finish all the books I wanted to read…but I know those are just excuses to cover up my fear of inadequacy. I tell myself I don’t know enough, or that I don’t have time, or that I won’t speak loud enough, or that my students won’t like me. I had a talk with that little discouraging voice and I told it to SHUT UP.
I started drawing my stick figures for my first class. I don’t know where it will be or how soon but I started and that was enough to help me believe in myself. I want to share yoga asana with other people and guide them through an experience that leaves them feeling sparked with the fire of love and light. This is the current mission and I’m on it. I am so excited to be a yoga instructor. My feet are wet, I just need to dive in. I can do this.
I feel the same way I did when my Dad took the training wheels off my bike. What did I need to do once he let go of the back of my bike seat? Balance and pedal. I didn’t worry about not being ‘good enough’ to ride a bike. (aaand there was also the consequence of falling and getting scraped up that kept me going lol).
I realize that all the worrying is making a simple thing way more complicated than it really is.
I remember hearing the advice “You’re getting in the way of yourself”…but never really understood it until now.
I’m going to keep reminding myself that yoga is like my bike, I just need to find balance and pedal. That’s my focus. (And besides that, not following my heart is even worse than getting all scraped up).