Love Anyway

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We did make it. San Diego is lush-ocean, palm-tree wonderful. Been fun seeing his family. I’m sitting in our rental car at the disc golf course in Balboa Park, alone. Morely it’s called. The sprinklers are going. It’s quiet, except for the constant whoosh of traffic and the chik-chik-chik of of the old fashioned watering system. I’m munching a bag of power greens and dark chocolate thinking about what he said.

It’s beautiful here. It really is. No matter what I’m glad I came. And right now, I’m going to brave those sprinklers and rip me off a few.

A toast lovelies, to I don’t know what. Maybe just lettin’ ‘er fly.

Love and lettuce,
Kathryn

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Super Easy This Vegan Thing

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Getting vegan lean over here. This is my simple combo:

A pile of non-starchy veggies
A bed of greens
3/4 cup of beans
1/2 cup pseudo grain (quinoa, buckwheat, wild rice or amaranth)
2 Tablespoons hemp hearts
10 nuts (love hazelnuts)
Nutritional yeast
Salsa
Maybe a couple dashes of Braggs

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I’ll Always Have Your Back Kind of Love

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Now moving into the light and delicious “I’ll always have your back” kind of love—a lively partnership, a stable sane love, deep soulful connection.

We, you and me, make plans. We co-parent with our former spouses. If something comes up, maybe at a family meeting or in casual conversation, before we commit we might say, “That might work. I’ll check with…” Or: “Hey cool. I’ll see what Kathryn and I come up with.”

We don’t go to our ex’s for advice. We find best friends, coworkers and each other, because we rest in our own dignity and innate appropriateness. By refraining from this emotional intimacy with our ex, we also honor our current relationship and give space for conscious love. And finally, we allow our former spouse room to live in a new way without us, and give them room to bond again. Really “being there” might be being there less.

We knock on our former spouse’s door and wait for an answer. We respect their privacy because it’s just cool and right. We want to be whole and happy, not sloppy and fumbling. We want our kids on solid ground, knowing what’s cool. And what’s definitely not.

The “drop off the kids” times are friendly, but brief, with the focus on the kids. “Hey Cindy’s got some new moves in aerial. Check it out.” Or “Hey, Reba’s got a funny story about…” In the beginning while feeling around for a respectful groove, maybe just smile and stand close to the door. With words and body language say, “I respect you. I respect myself. I’m cool with this new way of being with you.” That clarity and “can do” lightness brings in the fresh air of moving on and “it’s all going to be just fine” that we, and the kids need.

We don’t go on vacations or spend the night with our ex’s, even if “nothing” is ever going to happen. Nope. Because we respect ourselves, it doesn’t even come up. And if by chance it does, by saying no, we’re saying “I set you free, both to love and to move on without me. I also don’t need you to need me. I believe in your ability to take care of yourself. And, I respect my new love.”

I’m ready to love, all big and luscious—because this relationship is safe, sane and respectful. I’m ready to build a deeper level of personal dignity by knocking first and keeping it brief and friendly. I include my soul friend/love in decision making, saying to whoever is in front of me, “Cool I’ll talk to…” I don’t spend the night or go on vacations with my spouse, though I’m naturally inclusive. “Come over on Christmas! Have one of Sarah’s cookies! Stay for a hand of poker.” I accept that we have a new way of being a family.

A toast lovelies,
To being the best version of ourselves.
To that “I’ll Always Have Your Back” kind of love.

Love and Lettuce,
Kathryn

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I Don’t Want To Know and Other Excuses

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How many times do we look the other way because we don’t want to know? Or we don’t feel ready to do anything about it?

I’m trying, as a personal evolution experiment, to notice when I’m avoiding. Maybe the reality of a thing seems too wrong, too awful, too overwhelming. Maybe it seems I can’t make a difference. Maybe it seems the whole world thinks it’s okay. Even so, I think I’ll take a little gander anyway. Something in me knows. Mine as well just give it a go.

I’m not ready to make the change, some say. For me, I no longer want to use that excuse. So, I’m looking: Animal agriculture. We all have some inkling. Don’t we? But, I can’t give up meat, I hear some say. Another says: I can’t give up dairy. But, I can’t…I can’t. I think we owe it to ourselves to at least know what choice we’re really making. We are more than the sum of our indoctrinations and addictions. We are more than what our culture tells us to be. I for one, flunked blind obedience training.

Let’s just see where knowing takes us. Maybe we could make a positive difference here. Maybe with what we choose to eat. Maybe with what we choose to buy. Maybe what we choose to support or participate in.

Maybe we change a little at a time, like embracing Paul McCartney’s Meatless Mondays. Maybe we make a grand leap and go vegan.

Are you willing? Just to see and know? Knowing the truth of a thing–that’s where it all starts.

So, the documentaries I’ve listed below are fascinating, credible sources of information on the unhealthy animal-product based diet we’re accustomed to, and what animal agriculture looks like in the United States.

Cowspiracy
Fork Over Knives
Fed Up
Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead
PlantPure Nation

Take a look, even if you aren’t ready to change. Just as an act of bravery, as an ethical citizen, on the path of your own evolution. As a human sharing this planet.

Love and Lettuce,
Kathryn

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Vegan Whole Foods Breakfast

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Whole foods… “That means no added salt, oil or sugar. Those are not whole foods.” A statement by a local vegan nurse practitioner, given at our local Spring Jumpstart, where the documentary “Plantpure Nation” was shown. Pondering this. Makes sense. And…I feel better, like right-now better. Groovy even.

So, in addition to those listed above, I’m avoiding packaged foods and condiments. I’m reducing grain, avocado, nuts and olives. Looking to lighten my load here. Looking for flight. Energy. Clarity. Focus. Inspiration. I ask a lot, I know. But I’m willing to change in order to possess the dream. Also, I’m going at this easy, scooching a little closer every day, smiling, laughing at my mediocre missteps. It’s all good. It’s only life.

Love and lettuce,
Kathryn

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Siam Eggplant with Coconut Rice

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Recipe soon!

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What Magic Tidying Brings

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For clarity. For deciding how I want to live my life. For a focused, creative energy flow. For a neat, cozy space, to coax in in the muse!

Love and lettuce,
Kathryn

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Beans Instead of Fat Biscuits!

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Meditations on Snacking 2

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So, I woke this morning thinking about the “why” of my snacking behavior, which seems rooted in restlessness. Why does this restlessness cause me to continually forage, like my daughter’s caged rodent Gonzo?

Well, I have a psychologist-hypnotherapist friend, who shared with me what the process to overcoming unwanted behaviors looks like. She says usually the behavior is linked to a single experience, a particular moment when something negative happened, and the psyche, brilliant its creative survival strategies, makes some belief about the situation, or creates some way to cope or self-soothe.

I practice yoga and while in asana, sometimes I look around inside my body, for answers to many things, but these past few days, I’ve been contemplating the restless that causes me to snack. A memory came up for me.

So, I DO remember being left alone as a child, which doesn’t seem like a super good idea for a five or six year-old, but it wasn’t all bad. I’ve always been pretty content with my own company, and even at young age, I liked romping around in my imaginary world, AND I liked making my own rules.

Okay, I’m going to level with you. I was scared shitless as a kid. I hate to say that, because I’m not a woe-is-me kind of girl, but if we’re going to overcome–we’ve got to get real, right?

I remember the house, with its steep driveway and its weeping willow, positioned between the lake and the railroad tracks. I was five, maybe six. After the yellow school bus dropped me at the bottom of the driveway, I walked up the gravel drive, with a zip of green in the middle. I swung open the unlocked door, peered into the empty house, and called out in my bravest voice, “I’m home” even though my Mom and brother wouldn’t be home for hours.

“Snack!” That’s it! I will munch the fear away! It didn’t take long though, before the fear crept back into the room, parking its sorry rear-end, right over there, at the periphery of my vision.

Then, when it started to get dark, I thought up a way to make myself feel a little better: I pulled my Mom’s rabbit fur coat off the hanger in her bedroom closet, and I drug it over to the high-backed chair in the dark living room, and I wrapped it’s furry, dusty protection around me. Then, once positioned in the chair, I zipped it up and let the furry hood fall over the top. I thought, if a bad guy comes to the house, I’ll be hidden. Nobody can get me, because all they’ll see is fur. Not a girl.

As an adult, with my hypnotherapist friend, in guided meditation, I saw that child me, sweltering in a den of rabbit fur and upholstery, and across the room…I saw something I’d not noticed before. I saw an un-curtained window, and yellow light shined right into the room, and threw a warm beam onto the green carpet. Funny, now it doesn’t look scary at all! And, the light has a presence. The light feels Divine. I thought in that moment…as I do now: I’ve never been alone.

Never alone. Okay. I’ll do some more yoga and let you know more later…

Love and Lettuce,
Kathryn

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Meditations on Snacking

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Between meal snacking has been the proverbial “bane” of my existence, aka my road to a lean, fit, ‘proud to rock my bikini’ life. There’s a restlessness, which keeps me grabbing a bag of fruit snacks here, tearing into a handful of figs there. This seems to add up to an extra five hundred or so calories a day or say… an unwanted ten pounds on my body. But, honestly its not just the extra weight, or the fact that all that “quality time” in the gym (with my very fit guy) hasn’t netted me the physique I desire–it’s more that I wonder about the restlessness, the need to feed, and the constant groping for another little something.

Our lives show on our bodies, at least that’s what it looks like over here, and though I’ve got some muscle, and I’m able to jog around the disc golf course with ease, and I can keep up with my eleven year-old, like the Little Mermaid–I want more. Okay, it’s not really, MORE. It’s more like, REAL. That thing called peace, self-knowledge and a conscious life. This snacking compulsion of mine appears to be a road in. Into what? I’m not sure. I don’t quite…know.

‘I don’t know.’

I think this simple statement, if plumbed for it’s treasure, has the potential to create an alive, every day happiness, and can be a lucid, conscious, personal little foray into what makes us tick. Let’s sweep away what clutters up our innate joy. The REAL (to me) good life.

So, I’m going to explore this with you for a time. I’ve been wanting to. Let me know what you think.

Cheers lovelies, to questions asked, to noticing, to sharing what we’re learning. To life.

Love and Lettuce,
Kathryn

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