Walking the Talk

In order to focus on the transition between jobs and to maintain good self-care, I am taking a brief hiatus from posting. Regularly scheduled posts will resume on Saturday, 2 February. I try to take life one thing at a time, dear readers.

Stay up to date on my adventures via Instagram and Twitter (@undead_q).

Chocolate Pecan Torte and Golden Assam Tea Bread await you.

The Card that Keeps Coming Up

To touch is to heal

To hurt is to steal

If you want to kiss the sky

Better learn how to kneel 

On your knees boy

--“Mysterious Ways” by U2

My virtues pick was “Forgiveness” a few times in the last few months.  Even if you can't make reparations to the exact same person--you never really can, anyway--you can do better by others, to improve yourself.  I think I know why it’s coming up so much; there are four or five years of bad habits of which I need to let go in order to make my health coach studies my healthiest student experience yet.

On Sunday, I stocked up on grains, I cleaned my room, I recycled old clothes, and I made the rice kickasserole of the previous post.  By taking care of my life, I got ready to do (one of) my art: cooking and learning about nutrition.  Anton Chekov said, “If you want to work on your art, work on your life.”

Courses

For real and for…the “working class university of life” as I saw someone listed as their school on Facebook.  I’m from the deconstructionist school of eating, but that’s a whole ’nother story.

On Monday I officially began the Institute for Integrative Nutrition ® program to become a health coach.  What is a health coach?  A health coach works with people who want to make positive changes in their physical, spiritual, and mental health by encouraging said people along their wellness journey.  A health coach makes recommendations for sustainable changes and holds hir clients accountable for making gentle changes in their lives in support of the clients’ goals.

Part of the Antidote: Mile-High Cinnamon Roll Bread

Stretch it, psyche!

“Everyone comes to shame through a people that cannot profit them, that brings neither help nor profit, but shame and disgrace” (Isaiah 30:5, NRSV).  Yes, dear readers, like many before me, I’m doing a circular, self-referential hermeneutic of the Bible. 

Speak English? 

I’m reading my life into and from the Bible and/or other sacred text I find on the path.

Canticle of the Oat Farl

Take a seat; there’s a sermon in here somewhere.

Last week, I read Isaiah 24:16 before going to bed: “For the treacherous deal treacherously/ The treacherous deal very treacherously.” (NRSV)

Treacherous cat is treacherous.

Apocalyptic Waffles

Of the inspirational folk who I follow on teh interwebs, I noticed a theme in the past few days.

Be yourself.

Cassey Ho of Blogilates posted this on her Instagram.

Bertice Berry wrote this meditation on doing what is right for you, no matter how unpopular.

Media messages regarding "a new year, a new you" to me sound like a harsh break.  Gradual change over time is more sustainable, and is, hello, how the world works, than suddenly, perhaps, trying to eat six cups of kale a day instead of meat.  Or suddenly trying to stop thinking negative thoughts.

Take a breath, take another, and notice--without judgment--what you're doing.  Notice what you'd like to let go of.  Think hard on how you want to do it.  Then get to it.  Notice when you slip from your goals.  Get up.  Keep going.  Most things become less difficult with time.  I saw this quote on my quote-of-the-day calendar from 2011 that I turn every time I go home: The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling (Lucretius).

The baked goods below were part of my ApocalypseChristmas cookie lineup for 2012, a not-too-sweet breakfast/dessert enriched with pine nut flour.  You may substitute whatever nut or seed flour you have handy; I think hemp seeds, sunflower seeds, or almond meal would work well.  Not-too-sweet cookies work for me for dessert and breakfast; my uncle enjoyed them for breakfast and pronounced them "like vegan French toast."

Countercycle

Slow down or be slowed down. 

Prophetess of doom that I am, I’ve learned this one a few times during this time of year the hard way (November-February).   At age 22, I’m sick of making myself sick by trying to raise my energy to the wrong vibration for winter.  For the past eight years, I’ve had midterms or finals in January during the rush-rush madness of the Thanksgiving to St Valentine's Day gauntlet, meaning I did a bunch of concentrative, intense, mentally loud work when the energy around me was quite expansive, hushed, and contemplative.  I ended up out-of-phase, out of sorts, and out of breath.