Tuesday, June 15, 2010


Recently I have adapted myself to a new mental and physical health practice. I try to do this at least every few days.

I swing! Now, I have found that as far as calories go you burn about the same as walking, but I don't really do it to burn calories. Mostly I swing because it feels good and it's FREE! I have always loved the child like feeling of swinging high and truthfully any activity is good for you. I consider this to be more of a meditation than anything else but Orion is almost completely over his fear of heights since I convinced him to swing "big" with me.

At first I used to just sit on the bench with all the other moms, only going on to the play equipment to rescue a frightened climber or settle minor disputes. Then one day I started actually playing at the park, and it is so much more fun!

Sure the mom's looked at me kinda funny at first but then all their kids wanted to play tag with the "Fun mom." That's right, I'm the fun mom! So take my advice next time you are at the park with your wee ones and jump on a swing, pump your legs and close your eyes.

Peace and a squeaky swing!

Friday, June 11, 2010

My sweet summer is here

So this morning (and by morning I mean 3:30 which is really still last night) Jessie dropped the full hot pot of coffee in the kitchen sink and it exploded all over the kitchen. so now every inch of my kitchen is brown and glittery from the coffee and glass. Of course he was running late, so stupidly I said "oh honey don't worry I'll clean it up for you." I don't mind cleaning and truthfully I'm pretty darn fast at it, and do you wanna know why, because I am usually caffeinated! So here I sit sipping my 20 oz. coffee that I ran out to get the moment the kids woke up. The girl at the coffee shack laughed when I pulled up in all my morning beauty. "Did you run out of coffee ma'am?" she asked as I sat rubbing my eyes in the car...
Fortunately I had such an amazing day yesterday that nothing could really be all that bad today. And to top it all off one of my dearest friends welcomed her first child into the world last night, so bring it on bad luck, cause the sun is shining and I'mm still in a damn fine mood. Our friends decided to not find out what they were going to have, but I felt the entire time that it is a girl and I have been calling her Summer. Funny enough today is the first day of sun we have had in weeks and there is nothing in the forecast but sunshine, So I guess Summer is finally here, both of them.
So now I'm off to do yoga in the warm morning sun, and In honor of our sweet Summer baby I'm going to do my meditation in the happy baby posture.

The Sanskrit name for the pose is Ananda Balasana, which translates to happy baby. First you lie on your back and bring your knees up to your chest with your knees in your armpits or at least as close as you can get them. I like to wrap my arms around the back of my thighs and gently rock side-to-side but if you prefer you may just lie still while gently pressing your knees deeper into you armpits. this exercise is a supine posture and is supposed to focus on you lower back and upper leg muscles. As always with yoga, it is of the highest importance that you allow your muscles to relax and that you remember to breathe. Holding your breath will cause your muscles to tighten and relaxation will be nearly unachievable.

Let your Peace and Love shine like the sun, and warm the Earth

Thursday, June 10, 2010

wedded bliss

Today I have been happily married for 4 years!
My wonderful husband surprised me by pretending to leave for work at his usual time, 4:15 am and then coming back a while later with a big vanilla latte for me. My hardworking husband works 60-70 hour work weeks so getting him home for a whole day is basically a miracle. I thought I'd share a few of my favorite wedding memories with you today, but I have to hurry we have a whole day of fun planned and I still have to make our special miniature wedding cake. I have made it every year and when we got married I even submitted the recipe to my baker and made her promise to use it.

Chocolate Orange Wedding cake:
Follow your favorite recipe for chocolate cake but substitute Orange juice for the water portion and replace 1/2 of the oil with sour cream. bake according to directions and allow to cool completely.
Melt 1 regular bag of extra high quality choc chips with 1 to 1 1/2 cups heavy cream and mix until smooth. Sorry it's not exact I always eyeball it. then add a few drop of good quality pure orange extract. pour ganache over cake and enjoy with your beloved.
well I gotta run but here is some eye candy from our wedding day thanks to our amazing photographer and best friend Ray mason. except for the first one that is just one of my all time favorite pictures of =my husband and yes, I did do that to him...

My daddy walking me down the train tracks to the spot on the upper sacramento river where we got married

This is where we said "I do and I will forever"

this still make my heart skip a beat

this is when he put my ring on my finger

now I'm gonna go get me some of these

Peace and chocolate cake

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Wild Horses

Today I am missing the beautiful horses I grew up with. In my life I have had 2 of my own horses,but was raised with many. I am longing for the feeling of riding a running horse through a open pasture. so I'd like to talk about a few of the gentle souls I've loved through the years. I wish I had a few pictures to share but words will just have to do for now
Jenny was my father's horse whom he had her entire life. She was so sweet and kind and would break away from the other horses and come stand over him and I all night in camp. She was as much a mama to me as my real mother was. She was born a few years before I was and when I was only 6 days old my father took me for my first horse back ride swaddled in his coat on her. Every time one of the other horses would have a baby she too would milk up, nuzzle and help care for the tiny ones. Many times my father tried to breed her, knowing what an amazing mother she would be but of the 8 or so times her tried she was never able to have her own.I am quite sure my father cried all night long when she passed, as I know I did.
Tess was the kind of horse that no man could truly own. She had a wild streak that would be her demise. I remember watching my father patiently cleaning her terrible leg wounds after she ran through a barbed wire fence. she had a beautiful cinnamon colored coat and mane that almost glowed in the sunlight. Tess reminded me of a wild horse whose trust and love had to be earned and deserved. She was our Flicka.
Roger was a horse my father rescued from a negligent owner. He was a 17 year old gelding when we brought him home. He was my first horse and despite how little I knew about riding he was always obedient and gentle allowing anyone to ride him if they could catch him. His previous neglect was considerably worse than what we had thought. His body was riddled with worms and on my 10th birthday his eye fell out. As it turns out although we had treated him with wormer he had one die behind his eye long before we ever got him. After getting him all patched up I had the kindest one eyed horse a little girl could ask for. Raja, as I called him went to live with another little girl whom he could share his gentle care with. Today he would be over 30 so I am sure he has long since passed, I hope he went surrounded by love.
Then there was the horse we only had for a short while. I think my father took him knowing he was sick, but I was so young then I hardly even remember his name. I think he came to our house to die in peace and with people around him. I remember my father coming home at in the evenings and dumping cans and cans of beer into a bucket for the horse. As a child I never understood but now I know it was to ease his awful pain. When he died he was buried in the field alongside the others who had lived full lives and died in peace.
Little horse was the only offspring of Tess. The most beautiful buck skin mare I have ever seen to this day. She had a gracefulness and presence of so much more than just a beast of burden. She loved to run, and would convince the rest of the herd to run along with her. There is something about seeing a herd of horses running that speaks to some quiet primitive part of me. Little was also my horse, and as I look back through the years I wish I would have spent more time exploring the mountains and creeks with her than wasting my time with childish boys. She died with valor on the trail, and as I type I can barley see the screen through my tears. I will forever lament losing my Little, although I will always remember her majestically galloping across the fields.
I guess since nobody reads this I am just saying all this as a way of remembering my own sweet childhood. The love and companionship of a horse is more than any human could hope for let alone deserve, So real and loyal. Hopefully someday my children will understand what it is like to jump on a horse and disappear into the wilderness, Or sleep under the stars and wake up to your loyalist friend quietly munching grass next to your bedroll.

Peace in the pasture

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

I've created a monster

So I made one of these a few years ago for myself when my oldest son was a baby. I have gotten so many comments on it through the years. When I found out that my oldest brother and his wife of 20 years were going to be having a baby I decided to make another. Here is a link for the tutorial I followed when I made the first one.


I think that polyester fur is yuckie so I decided to use a brightly colored towel instead.I prefer the cotton towel because it is also easier to wash. I also added lots of inside pockets to mine for bottles and snacks. I hope you try to make one also.

Peace don't forget to feed the monsters
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