Yup. I’m going to Kamp! I mean camp. I leave Saturday for five days to Whidbey Island in the Puget Sound. I am taking a class about natural dyes and botanical printing on cloth from Israeli artist Iris Dulman. Last week at this time I knew nothing of my impending departure. Last Wednesday on a…
Category: A.C.K.
Becoming a Frog on my way to Zen Princess.
All through this journey I have been focused on the idea of metamorphosis. At first all I knew was that I wanted to change, and focused on changing into a new self that was no longer “compatible with cancer.” I started out looking for clues on what I needed to do differently and then worked on…
Brassieres and Moonsuits: How the Cancer Moonshot is just the latest boob-moon connection.
Looking up at the big beautiful moon this weekend I started to think about the Cancer MoonShot, and other historical attempts to address cancering. Nixon is known for many things; lying, opening up relations with China, and of course declaring war on mutated cells. This has not been nearly as successful as Kennedy’s goal to…
Going Platinum – Visions of Carboplatin
Platinum, the rare, the noble, the impervious to corruption. Also a toxic heavy metal when administered as the drug Carboplatin. What does it mean to go Platinum? I will answer that today, continuing the summing up of my take on the chemo drugs I took. Why would I want to do that? After all it has been over two…
Joseph Campbell and Me
The Journey. Okay. This summer I’ve had the chance to read a whole lot written by other breast cancering babes. I have also ended up clicking through to many editorial articles. After about the third time I saw a snarky remark about the “ubiquitous journey” of breast cancer I changed the byline on my blog…
Going Public . . . and now the rest of the Story
To what purpose is this blog? The universe deemed that my little intro draft be published when I merely wished to save it yesterday. So the question still stands, is this blog meaningful to anyone besides myself? Are there standards as to how many people need to be reading or liking or commenting in order for…
The Buddha in the borderlands
There are so many words swirling around these days. The world is filled to overflowing with events. I have been writing and writing – considering and dreaming – processing and lamenting. There are 31 posts in what I call the draft drawer. Tackling topics like; racism in America, hard friendships, Tamoxifen.. again, the healing power…
The Five Actions of Wellness
Okay, so I have been paying attention to what many wise folks have to say about what creates health. Studies on basically every form of major bad-health ju-ju; cancering, heart disease, diabetes, depression, etc., all point to the profound benefit of five things that are labeled “lifestyle choices.” Good Nutrition – mostly plant based Detoxification Joyful…
This is Post #100 – When Wishes Are Horses
Can you Yipp? Can you Yopp? Doctor Seuss’ Horton the Elephant declared, “A person’s a person no matter how small.” after hearing the voice of the tiny visionary Dr. H. Hoovey coming from a dust speck. Which led Horton to take action to protect the tiny Whos of Whoville. The Who’s eventually banded together to save themselves, and in the end it is the last…
Rainbow Love
When I learned that the ancient science of our Chakra system equates the seven chakras with the colors of the rainbow, it peeked my interest. My obsession with rainbows has been going on for awhile. For the last few years I have been taking a bit of a voyage, attempting to better understand the chakras in all their rainbow splendor….
Magical Realism
Many folks upon hearing they have a serious diagnosis of any kind, go immediately in one of a few different directions. Either they hunker down to being realistic at all costs, go look up their prognosis on actuary charts and prepare for the worst. Or they might try denial, LALALALA. Perhaps they decide to “Fight Fight Fight – never…
Triple blessings.
This week I started back on my exercise routine, after various busy factors got in the way for several weeks. I’ve been enjoying getting back into the swing of walking on the river path. And boy oh boy are the birds whooping it up out there. The birds are really singing in Alderbrook. Alleluia! say the Widgeons. Alleluia!…
Riding the Pooka 