Time Tracking Shenanigans

Lately I have been re-noticing that I am still losing track of things/people/tasks. Time is pretty variable these days.  As I have always been shall we say “time challenged” this isn’t exactly new. However as certain aspects of my chemo-brain continue to heal, namely spacial perception, it makes the other ways my brain has been changed far more noticeable, and…

The Ocean Within – Part Three

This is part three in a series about the lymph, it deals with some of the ins and outs of lymphedema.   Click here to read Part One-Yin Magic  about the lymph as divine feminine & Part Two- Watersheds about the correlations between the Earth and our bodies. Part Three – Eating Rats The lymph system is…

The Ocean Within – Part Two.

This is the second in a three part series of posts on the lymph system. See Part One- Yin Magic here.  Part Two – Watershed Way back in 1996 when Joe and I moved to Astoria, my daily walk to work took me along the railroad tracks on the waterfront. Through a still active cannery, with huge…

The Ocean Within – Part One

This is part one of a three part post on the Lymphatic System. Part One – Yin Magic I pretty much think about my lymph system every day. That part of my brain is likely a super highway of neurons by now, while not so long ago it was a barren country two track.  I think about my…

Runner bean blossoms and fire wood.

This post was written August 22, 2015, it is another one that I put away until later. This is later. I’ve been in a land far far away as of late. I’ve been reading a really good book. I’ve been reorganizing my studio, and I went on a four day camping bike adventure with my all my…

Lessons from Apple Trees

The house I lived in until I was ten, had many apple trees on the property, both in the yard and out in the pasture to the east.  These were big old trees, probably over a hundred years old.  Though the apples from them were beset with scab and coddling moths, they were still very much worth…

Off with the Training Wheels!

This week it is time to get clear about my hopes for the New Year, and do my best to put the old year to rest.  On December 30th I woke up smiling- because it was 6:30 not 4:45 a.m. and for the first time in over a year there was no reason to drive to Portland for…

Paradise Lost

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..” ― John Milton, Paradise Lost During the thick of my chemo treatments I floated through in an optimistically focused fog.  Mid summer we were scheduled for our “survivorship” appointment with a counselor at Compass Oncology. Which…

An Over-Expression of the Heart

Every three weeks I entered the infusion room with a sharpie marker. I used it to write little messages or blessings on my IV bags. Things like ” Thank you yew tree” on the bag of Taxotere, or “Avoid the heart” on the Herceptin. The little ritual of checking to make sure it was my name…

Camo for Amazons

I have been learning how to tie beaded necklaces lately.  This serves several purposes, by using my fingers for fine motor skills I am improving my hand neuropathy. It also gives me something productive to do while supine in the nest-the one sunny place to lay down in our house. This feels especially important when I am not the…