It’s so true…


May 21, 2007

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.

— Kurt Vonnegut

Poetry to think on…

in honor of Mother  Poem A Day: from Poets.org

Academy of American Poets <poetnews@poets.org>

I found the poem to at first turn me off, not what I expected to something truly thought provoking and intriguing.  I love the last stanza especially.Mother
by Herman de Coninck
translated by Kurt Brown & Laure-Anne Bosselaar

What you do with time
is what a grandmother clock
does with it: strike twelve
and take its time doing it.
You’re the clock: time passes,
you remain. And wait.

Waiting is what happens to
a snow-covered garden,
a trunk under moss,
hope for better times
in the nineteenth century,
or words in a poem.

For poetry is about letting things
grow moldy together, like grapes
turning into wine, reality into preserves,
and hoarding words
in the cellar of yourself.

With Spring and Sun comes…

…the need for fewer clothes covering the body.  Having already begun the cleaving of pounds process, I needed to address my body image.  Most of the time I hide in large sizes thinking I look better than exposing my curves to the general public.  Wrong…I watch the shows that give women makeovers, the Oprah shows on looking your best no matter what your size, etc.  I now only own one or two black outfits and have fallen in love with scarves, 3/4 sleeves (oldie but a goody), and bright colors in flattering solids or ”non-expanding” designs.  I’m willing to stop wearing tents but polka dots and horizontal lines are for more slender people, they do nothing but make me look larger.  Jackets, jean or otherwise, with curve appeal – not boxy and square but slightly fitted, are my saving grace.  I can wear something sleeveless but don’t feel undressed or exposed and my lumps are covered but my curves are accentuated.

To top it all off, I started my own Arbonne business.  A few weeks ago I blogged about my friend’s business and how wonderful the Arbonne skin care system felt.  It was so good I had to join her team and spread the word.  Since it is more beneficial than any product I  ever tried in my life, and that’s a lot, I felt a desire to be a part of the company.  In a sense the Arbonne opportunity was presented to me at a time when it was actually an answer to my prayers.  How lucky I am to not only begin getting younger looking skin but to be making money helping others do the same as well!

There are baby/children and mens products that I have just begun to use from Arbonne as well as a weight loss system that I thought I’d try with a before and after picture of myself.

 If you’d like a sample and want more information, check out suissebeaute.myarbonne.com

Email – SwissSkye@myarbonne.com

The Cleaving of Extra Bundage, Day 5

It’s day five of my journey to physical health and well-being.  The fact that my bum is moving in time to a different drummer than the rest of my body, finally inspired me to take action.  Lifestyle changes are a full time commitment, however, not unlike raising children.   You can’t take a child back and trade him or her in once you have them and keeping a healthy svelte body, especially after 45, is, did I say svelte?  I think I’ll need a trainer for that but healthy will do. 

This is, I must say, the second or third lifestyle change I’ve made in the last six months.  The first being to move from California to Maine, much to my mother’s chagrin, and the second was not taking a teaching position for the first time in 22 years.  With anxiety comes eating and with Maine comes snow which was a marvelous excuse to sit by the fire, read a book, and avoid any physical activity.   All of which adds up to large chair shaped buns, flat sided thighs, and a serious lack of stamina.

Thus it has been five days of extra veggies, a variety of fruit, complex carbs (no bread), lean protein, and no sugar outside of its original form.  Sounds like every weight loss regime ever created.  As much as I’d like to find the quick fix, at my age especially, there isn’t one that will last.  In my thirties I could stop eating lunch for a week, exercise a bit, and voila, on the weekend I’d be three to five pounds lighter (as if anyone would notice that much today).  Now I actually gain first before it dribbles off.   Although I need to loose thirty more pounds, it isn’t a recent issue but a six year struggle to loose the weight gain I made  prior to my pregnancy.  Pregnancy weight is gone thanks to Weight Watchers. 

I’m a recluse, of sorts.  I hate crowds, but I love shopping in the city.  Weight Watchers sounded to me like punishment for the punishment.  Picture a group of people all trying to loose weight and giving their testimonials.  That was my misconception.  Really the meetings were fun and informational. 

Now, I need to just live differently.  I can’t eat a box of Cadbury Creme Eggs, a sandwich with bread and mayo, and a bag of chips without gaining significant weight.  It comes on almost instantly but taking it off is a slow and dedicated process…so here I am, I’ve identified that I eat for entertainment and to fill my inadequacy void (thank you Bob Greene).  Good eating plus putting The Science of Success by James Arthur Ray should lead to health, wealth, and a love for who I am. 

Oh, did I tell you it is a process that takes time and practice?  The Laws of Attraction or “The Secret” aren’t about just sitting and thinking and “poof” everything is fixed.  It is a process that involves hard work and a concerted effort.  It is the answer to what I need, a self esteem, for one, so I’m putting the principles into practice.    We’ll see where I am after the weekend.

Thought for a Monday

…or any day to remind us that we become what we think…

“Don’t wait for a light to appear at the end of the tunnel, stride down there and light the bloody thing yourself.”
                                      
– Sara Henderson

Today’s Quote


April 03, 2007

In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.

— Carl Jung

Not So Distant Memory

Posted On March 27, 2007

Filed under Children, Motherhood, Writing, family, women

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The year was 2001 at 8:15 in the morning sometime during my maternity leave.

     How quiet this morning breaks, your breaths inaudible except for the gentle rise of the soft pink quilt wrapped around your tiny self.  The diffused light glows around your profile illuminating your round perfect cheeks and rosebud mouth.  Your arms sprung, palms up, sleeping in secure slumber.  My dearest baby girl how I love you so my heart aches with desire and hope for your future.  How hard it is to not gather you into my arms and hold you close drinking  your warmth into my very soul  – stopping the rapt passage of time if only for that brief blessed moment. – Mommy