Rose Theory of a Health Journey

I have had a hard time finding a way to explain why I am even on a search for better health.  I needed to be able to explain it to myself.  I was not as concerned about what others thought.  It never really occurred to me to try to explain it outside my own ego.

When fighting Lyme and company, there has always seemed to be something just not right.  We are missing a puzzle piece somewhere.  Various infections, hormones, nutrition….it always seems much more difficult and complicated than it should be.

I believe that I have found a way to explain it to myself.  The theory will not fix anything but thought I should share it in case anyone else could use it.

The Rose Theory

I first moved into my house over 10 years ago.  As a new home owner I was excited to fix up things and put to use all of those hours spent watching home improvement shows.  One thing that I really wanted was a beautiful rose bush.  It was a peace rose.  I tended to it as Google said I should.  I watered it often but careful not to over water it.  I sought advice on what fertilizer to use and when to apply it.  I made sure it received all the nutrients it needed.  I trimmed it as directed.  I was very attentive to its every need.  If I was doing everything just right, there were a few beautiful blooms as a reward.

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Day Trip: Manatees and Mediums II

A while back the universe had to yell at me to pay attention.  Since that time I had been playing with the idea of visiting a place in Florida that is home to many mediums and spiritual healers.  The boat tour I took in the morning was close to the camp, so I thought that I should take advantage of the geography, and stop by.

Established as a Spiritualist community in 1894, the Southern Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp Meeting Association™ consists of approximately 57 acres with 55 residences. Those who reside here have chosen to share in a community of like-minded people where they can live, worship and work in harmony with their beliefs. About 25 of the Camp’s residents are mediums who offer counseling from their homes.

I stopped at the bookstore first.  That is where you can find books on a wide range of topics, oils, stones, and some hand crafted goods.  I did get a Selenite wand.  It is purported to have healing qualities and it is the perfect shape to roll out sore muscles or press into a trigger point.

They have a board up in to corner of the store that has a list of mediums and healers that are available that day.  You are also encourage to take a card and call anyone that is not on the board to set an appointment.  I was hesitant to call anyone because I did not have any questions or issues that I wanted to ask about.  I did end up calling someone because I wanted to see what it was all about.  The medium lived about 500 feet from the store, so I walked down and he was waiting for me on his porch.

He lead me into a quiet room in the house and we sat across from each other.  He explained what he did and a little bit about how he came to be there and do what he does.  After introductions, he opened the session with a prayer.  No messages or anything came across.  We talked for about an hour about various things and healing methods.  He did a spiritual healing for me after we were done.

I am glad I went.  No great answers to the universe or anything.  I do plan on restarting  meditation.

Remembering the Weekend

This weekend Lil’ Red and I went out on the river.  I renamed him to Lil’ Red because the board is so maneuverable and fun.  Compared to the longer boards that I had been renting, he is just little.

It is a good thing that he is so responsive and easy to handle.  We had to maneuver around a very enthusiastic Boy Scout troop, a kayak group, a volunteer cleanup group, and many more.  Random fact of the trip:  the cleanup group found a beer can from 1988.  The water was the clearest I have seen there.  A fabulous day that I hope will carry me past any stress of the week.

While I did see some turtles and fish in the water, I was not fast enough to capture them in good light.  Here is what my magic Nikon was able to capture:

The Smokers’ Bench

She wore a delicately cute outfit, what there was of it. Sitting coolly, smoking one last cigarette before her flight, she stared out at the dark void of the early morning. Her perfume wafting to passerbys lending to the sensory barrage of sounds, smells and activity of the security zone. Bleached hair and an unnaturally even tan, revealed her older than her long legs and shoulders spilling from her halter jumpsuit would have implied.

Tennis Ball Uses

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I love tennis balls and I do not play tennis.  My favorite use for them is to use them for massage.  I can rub my foot over them to help with plantar fasciitis or just for fun.  I also place one on the muscles between the spine and shoulder blade and lean against a wall.Then, doing mini-squats rolls out the muscle.  For more intense pressure on the back, I place 2 in a sock and lay down on them.  The gap in the middle keeps pressure off the spine while the muscles on either side relax into the pressure.  Racquetballs can also work.  Golf balls are okay for the foot massage.

Other uses for tennis balls:

Silver and Gold

A song I learned in the Brownies (mini Girl Scouts) was:

Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold.

My old friend met one of my new friends this weekend.  They seemed to take to each other.  She would ask about him and he would serenade her.

Fred hangs out on my window to watch the sunrise.  He likes to sing to me, especially when it rains.

Crucial Conversations

I tend to avoid confrontation.  Many times it is because I am able to “put myself in their shoes”.  I can understand where they are coming from and so can accept or adapt to the situation as it presents.  I also tend to live in my head so I do not even notice things that may irritate others.  That is my style.  It is important to know your style and, if possible, the style of the person you are going to be conversing with.  Do you run from confrontation?  Do you get super defensive?  Do you shut down?

As I approach a conversation that may become emotional and involve disagreement, I try to be mindful of my purpose and creating a safe atmosphere. It can be helpful to give the person a heads up about the discussion.  You can schedule a time to meet with them. If I approach a person the wrong way, perhaps when I am angry, they will likely shut down or get get defensive and start yelling back.  This will not accomplish anything!

Responsibility Can be a Four Letter Word

I am running late for work.  I rush out into the garage, throw my stuff in the car, and look up.

Ooooo.  I just have to get a picture of that.  I can use my phone.  No, this calls for a real camera.  But I am running late!  I run back in the house, snap a picture from the garage, and run the camera back into the house.  The drive to work was exquisite torture.  The drive takes me east, so I had a gorgeous view of the sunrise.  Two things kept me from stopping and taking photos.  1) I took my camera back in the house.  2) I was late for work.

Compromising Doormat

Loving to Compromise:

Way back in physics class, the professor explained that there are 2 major theories of light behavior:  a) traveling particles and b) traveling waves.  I went home that night and devised my own theory:  particles that travel in waves.

I Like Doormats:

At my first job  interview, post graduation, I was given the results of a personality test that all applicants had to take.  “You tend to be a doormat, but we can help with that.”  What is so wrong with being accommodating, welcoming, and keeping other people from dragging a muddy mess around the world?

What’s in a List?

I crossed paths with this list on the way out from the grocery store.  I wondered, did someone lose it on the way in or on the way out?  Did he/she remember everything on the list?  If not, did they go back for the item or do without?  Lists are a great way to organize your thoughts and activities.  Perhaps, many of them turn into brainstorming diaries that need to be edited for accuracy and relevance.  I found yet another washing machine crumpled wad of paper in my pants’ pocket yesterday.  Had I written a vital piece of information on it?  Was it someone I planned to call? …something I needed to get at the store?  I will never know, and have chosen not to care.  If the universe needs me to address something, it will come back to my attention.  So, sorry if I promised to call you.