WHAT IS YOUR PASSION? The deeper we go into who we are, the easier it
is to find our passion. A passion is anything we love doing,
celebrating, or hold near and dear to our heart. Do what you love. Your
passion can be anything creative!
Compassion is within us all, we just need to delve deeper to find it.
When we have compassion for ourselves, everyone else falls into place.
Understand how to be compassionate toward yourself and those around you.
After long bouts of unhappiness, I
discovered something buried within me. What I kept buried deep inside me
was joy and happiness. At times I did not deeply love myself and
others, I did not love with compassion, or see myself as one with
others. Unhappiness stems from our pain and suffering, but we can let go
of unhappiness. This journey is not easy and after digging through the
pain and fear, I found happiness.
Eating vegan to me has become a weekly
dining experience. I choose a weeklong diet of vegan meals to cleanse my body
of the dairy and wheat products ingested during my regular vegetarian diet.
There have been times when the vegan diet just sticks with me for a month or
so. Vegan meals can taste incredible and with my recipes, eating vegan is quick
and easy and tastes amazing. By adding more fresh fruits and vegetables to my
diet, my energy went up, and my lethargy dropped. I have found that by getting
rid of salty and sugary foods I feel better, have more energy, and choose
better food to eat.
After eating without thinking for so many
years, I finally decided to change the way I eat. Instead of just putting any
food into my body, I decided to find a way to eat differently. After reading through
recipes over the net and discovering that spicy and salty foods did not
coincide with me, I decided to create my own heart-healthy recipes. This short recipe
book is what I love to dine on.
I have in my Cupboard and Fridge
These are just some of the items I keep on
hand at all times. There are many other dried goods I have as a backup in an
emergency kind of meals. I love fresh, frozen, then canned foods and in that
order. Fresh is best, but when I cannot find what I need at the farmer’s market
I buy frozen.
Our time here on Earth
can be very difficult at times, in my opinion. This place is filled with
obstacles no human can see coming; even if they have knowledge beforehand, it
is virtually impossible to know the outcome of life.
It can be surprising to
discover that our path is littered with pain that eventually causes internal
scarring. Earth seems to be the school of hard knocks when it comes to
learning—and unlearning. The learning aspect falls upon us at every turn, and
the unlearning is how we lose an aspect of ourselves growing up.
Not everyone dissolves
into nothingness. Some rise up and conquer their fears, difficulties, and many
overcome what life has dropped into their laps. Internally we all
struggle—whether we wish to admit it or not—and these struggles are most likely
never discussed with our closest family and friends; even though we could speak
up about them, we don’t.
That struggle is what
stops us from moving forward in this life, and can stifle future change. We all
like to think change happens in the blink of an eye. It doesn’t quite jump out
at us. Change takes time and patience, and for many it may never come. When
looking at what we have endured during our lives, examine your reactions to
every situation that made you cringe.
That wincing was your
first flinch at whatever was told to you that you disliked. It might have been
spoken in such a way that it left a permanent scar upon you and your soul. With
some people it rolls off them like water off a duck’s back. I personally had a
tendency to hold things in, and still do.
The one thing I have
learned about holding back is how unhealthy it really is. It can cause
reactions we really don’t mean. This overloading has transmuted into anger and
frustration—all because I felt my voice was not heard. When we are children our
voices are usually overlooked unless there is a problem concerning our health
title is for women that are contemplating, desiring, or have previously had a
hysterectomy. Consider this point of view from an understanding woman. I know
what it feels like from the beginning process, through the actual procedure, to
the after care. Your fears, wishes, hopes, and dreams are not unknown to me.
I’ve been to hell and back with hormones, so I sympathize with what you are
tough enough without issues pertaining to our female parts. As women we bear
children, many of us work outside the home, and we run around running errands
for our families, among other things. And we do not need anything else to quell
our daily tasks like thinking about a hysterectomy. I never wanted to ponder
over it for very long. Instead, going to the park and baking cookies was on my
agenda of things to do.
read this think about the choice you are now faced with; or perhaps you have
already gone through this procedure with little to no issues; or maybe you have
had to endure numerous problems during or after your hysterectomy. This is my
story, and I would like others to know what I went through personally.
In the early days of adolescence all young
girls want a horse, and not just any horse. It has to be a certain color,
height, and gender. Not any horse will do when it comes to a juvenile girl’s
preference. Maybe they prefer a dappled flavor, a jet black, or a roan colored
equine. In any case, the horse has to be just right and needs to possess a calm
Irish Red was the name I gave a tarnished
ruddy-colored horse in the summer of ‘83. He had the correct look that appeased
me as I stared into his large brown eyes on the sheep farm in Oregon that summer.
I could see within his pupils that there was an elevated intelligence never
before seen in a colt his age. He was still with his mother and was about to
wean when my own mother led him from the small dirt enclosure. After one look,
I knew he had to be mine.
I had not seen my mother in over five years.
She and my father had left me and my sister with my aunt and uncle so they
could “work things out.” That did not happen, and I was glad. She married a new
man that shared her passion for animals. Their job was to not only care for the
many horses on the sheep ranch, but they fed numerous bunnies, goats, cattle
dogs, and a black bull that weighed a ton.
I glanced back at Irish Red’s off-white colored
mother as her frantic whinnies called out to her departed son. He responded by
strutting before the humans gawking at his fine form. Was he showing off? I
thought he was as his tail swished to and fro. The colt’s long legs were
perfect for rounding up cattle or sheep, and his half quarter, half Arabian
hide revealed strength and endurance, much like the horses galloping over the
sands of a faraway place. That was where I thought he belonged, in some exotic
time where equines ruled the land.
The young colt frolicked in the pasture
with the sheep and pretended he too was a white snowball grazing on the tender
strains of grass. It was there that he learned how to romp and play, even
though the sheep acted pushed out of shape by his antics. He wanted to be
noticed by anyone that would take the time to glance in his direction. One
could hardly tell what a ham he was when the colt stumbled and almost fell over
a small pebble lying on the hardened earth. His ears suddenly perked forward.
This informed every living being that the stone had upset his fine gait.
I found this amusing, but he recovered
quickly from the mishap. Every young child endures something embarrassing
before a crowd of onlookers, and he would not be the last to pull the short
straw. I roamed around him and ran my palm over his smooth, sleek coat. It felt
like short angora fur, but without the allergies.
“What do you think?” my mother questioned.
I nodded and said, “I love him.” I could
not help but smile in his presence. I sensed many outings with this fellow.