Living in Harmony

Good Enough

2012-01-24T10:34:00.000-08:00

I don’t know anybody who is free of the feeling that they are never quite enough — and it’s such a source of suffering. I don’t think anything can be more painful than living every day with the scorching thoughts of: “I’m somehow not OK. There is something wrong with me. I can’t quite figure it out, but I’m sure I need to fix something about me to make me OK.” That’s torture.

This topic has loomed especially large in my mind recently because my mother died last month. Most of us don’t feel perfectly mothered. But a very interesting thing happened when my mother died. She had increasingly lived her life as the martyr that the faith in her religion encouraged her to be. It became quite gruesome, and she died the way she had lived —suffering horribly.

Throughout my last two months with her, I focused on trying to release the chains of the patriarchal religion which had so convinced her of her unworthiness. I wanted her to taste what it was like to be mothered in a loving way as she became more and more dependent. At the very end — in the last two days — I held her and rocked her, as her breath became more labored and she could no longer resist. I reminded her: “Right here, God loves you. The Angels are holding you. You did nothing wrong. You are innocent.” She finally began to lighten in the last hour, tears streaming down her face (and mine).

Two nights after that, I bolted straight up in bed. I was feeling the most intense loving, divine Presence. It was my mother! I felt then, and it has been absolutely there ever since, “This is what it is like without all the --.” -- garbage of condemnation. “This is what it’s like to just feel loved!”

What so many of us are dealing with, I’m convinced, is all that garbage wrapped like barnacles around the skin of the feminine. I believe this is true for both men and women. By female energy I mean the soft, receptive, gentle quality of nurturance. I see this deprivation as the real starvation behind so many addictions and pains.

Often, our entrance into the awareness of this Divine Space comes unbidden. It is always there – always available, when we stop agitating against it, believing we have to “do something” to earn it, to deserve it, to find it.

Being loved has as its only prerequisite that we exist.

This is an excerpt from a longer article, found at: http://www.maryanniyer.com/articlehome.html

Happy New Year

2011-12-31T11:05:00.000-08:00

I’ve been bathed lately with the knowing of – “just Space”.
Where giving and receiving seem like – what – only nuances of breath.

A recent example.
A homeless man in front of the PO. Shivering in the cold.
Asking for money – for wine I know.

The flash of overlay of an earlier thought ---
that I have too many blankets stuffing my closet -
accumulated through gifts of years’ past.

The obvious.

Going home. Emptying closets.
Having a celebration of blanket give-away where it matters.
Where the blanket belongs.

Where someone is cold.

One example.
On it goes. This breath. This moment. This calling.
Joy to you, Dear One ~

Being at Peace where We Are

2011-09-27T09:38:00.000-07:00

I’ve been grappling with a question a beloved reader sent: how to feel peace in a world so torn by war and greed, rape of the environment and each other?

It can be a hard world. The news bears that out and drives it home. I’m not sure it’s ever been otherwise, but the sheer volume – of people; of the technologies that make destruction possible more rapidly; of the frequency we are reminded of trouble via media – has upped the ante of our experience of it all. I, too, have wondered, “what to do?” Here are a few of my thoughts.

We tend to think that the only way to provide relief from suffering is to fix something. Something outside of us that is terribly wrong. Obviously something is wrong – or else why would there be so much suffering? In our frantic search for “what to do?” we often feel ourselves worn out and drug down. Hopeless. Defeated.

And, indeed, there are things that, being changed, would reduce the suffering for many. But I’ve concluded that turning our faces to the sun for a little will not likely make matters worse for our lack of attention. Like a plant fixing nitrogen in the soil to enrich it, allowing a few rays of joy into our own lives and hearts can do more good than all the worrying we might be doing. This is not an act of denial, but rather an act of allowance. Allowing the Sunshine in. A bit of Divine Grace. Giving ourselves the nourishment we need to follow-through with the Heart’s inspiration for action.

This is not to imply a judgment against ourselves if we are feeling depressed about the state of affairs – in the world or in our lives. Rather, it is a call for attention of a different sort. To turn around and be caring for the suffering we, ourselves, hold is a bigger step than we realize. If we wait to attend to our own Precious Hearts until after the world is cleaned up, we may miss a whole lot of life. A lifetime spent in the dregs has not likely helped the state of the world, either. If there is a hidden belief that we are not allowed to feel Joy while others suffer, it is a consignment to hell - because when will that be, exactly?

Try this: face that place inside that is suffering. Go there. Imagine putting your arms around her/him. Say “I care.” Pause. Just hold you for a while, pouring the caring of your heart into this place of suffering. Then – imagine allowing a little space in which you open in genuine curiosity. Ask: “What do you need?” Keep it personal. Don’t set yourself up for failure by making your own happiness dependent on the state of the world or other people’s behavior. This is hopeless. Rather, keep it at the level of self-honesty – for self. This is not as selfish as it may sound, as we’ll see in a moment.

Finally, simply invite Divine Grace – or wisdom – in. Imagine handing the inner turmoil over to a Benevolent One. Be receptive to help – in whatever form and surprise it may take. Stay receptive as ideas come to you, and then stay receptive for a while longer to feel yourself deeply nourished. Whatever you feel called to do will then be tapped into a well of nurturance that you can return to again and again – independent of outcomes or reactions from the outside world.

What I find is that to be of an open Heart within myself, living in an internal environment that is kind, I have the energy to “show up” where I’m needed. Depressed? Not so much.

Being kind to ourselves is under-rated – and not a substitute for caring for the world. It is, rather, at the very core of it!

www.maryanniyer.com
September, 2011

Anger2

2011-09-20T09:40:00.000-07:00

What do we do when we’ve lost our temper and said or done things that were hurtful? We regret our action but don’t know how to undo the damage. And – not knowing what to do – we often castigate ourselves into a hole deeper than where we started before our upset. In addition to lashing out against others, we usually also have a voice that goes on and on about our own badness. We become so convinced of these falsehoods of our own concoction that we end up in a quagmire - depressed and dejected.

Let’s pick the above sequence apart because it contains the clues we need to undo ongoing damage.

Let’s say we really let somebody have it. The barrage that came out with all the full force of anger was designed to hurt. In that moment, we had no interest in some spiritual idea of “revealing the truth”. Rather than cutting through falsehoods with the sharp words of our tongue, we added to the mound of problems. We obviously blew it. We’ve begun to see what we may have lost in all this. And now, we want to make it right.

Most of us fear anger precisely because we know that it can do great harm. When we want to make amends, we have a special vulnerability inside. Often in the mix is a sense of fear that our attempts might not work out. We may have done irreparable damage to someone or something we care about. If we’ve spoken from anger, we’ve unleashed a powerful force. We may feel confused and a little disoriented. We may be uncertain what we were really so mad about to start with. And what, exactly, that “truth” was that we were trying to get to.

Here is a key: if we let ourselves face squarely into what we most fear in this situation, we can open the channel for deeper awareness and healing. Because hatred and anger directed outward reflects a place of pain inside of the self – its occurrence is a powerful clue to look within. The anger is a call to attention. This is an enormously charged fulcrum upon which we can actuate the potential for change. As I mentioned earlier, there is often pain beneath our anger that has been too terrifying to yet face. It is trying to surface now for healing – all wrapped up in the protective garb of anger.

This is the path to freedom: go deeper into the fear space. Presume the worst you can imagine – then ask yourself “and this means ----?” Specifically, what does this (or might this) mean for you? What are the implications or possible ramifications of the damage you most fear in your life? Listen to the tone of voice you are using with (and/or against) yourself. What are you saying? Use FEAD here. Be kind. Embrace yourself. Be curious. Let your entire intention at first be to find and allow healing of the festering wound within. Remember that this is exploration for freedom. Your freedom. You might consider asking for help from a professional if the self-examination seems just too daunting.

The potential of anger energy is that, when harnessed to the desire for truth, it is a powerful force for good. The thing to remember is that whatever negative, critical attacks we levy against ourselves are the seeds that become future angry outbursts. More than any other place, this is where the anger cycle can most successfully be broken. When we begin to be kind to ourselves, it becomes possible to open in kindness to others. The process becomes self-sustaining. By treating ourselves with compassionate kindness and staying curious about “what just happened”, we are able to be receptive to others in a similar way. We then know, from a deeper place, how and what to say to “the other” to make amends. Because we have cleared our inner space, our words ring with the sincerity of clear intention.

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Anger

2011-08-19T08:55:00.000-07:00

Thank you for your requests for blog topics. This one - anger and what to do with it - has shown up as a question to me several times in the past year.

What is it about anger that makes us so badly want to be free of it? Is it the searing inner heat? The feeling out of control? The fear we might actually do harm we will later regret?

On the other hand, what is it that creates the sneaky desire we may have to keep it?

Many, but not all, religious disciplines admonish us to be free of anger. The advice they give for how to rid ourselves of this malady ranges from philosophical to paradoxically brutal. But perhaps the greatest motivator we have is that to feel angry is just plain uncomfortable. We frighten ourselves with our own vehemence.

Anger is a universal emotion. We all experience its ravages. And, so far as I can tell, any attempt to rid ourselves of anger (or any other emotion, for that matter) is doomed to failure. Resisting or pushing away any facet of our experience has the rather alarming effect of intensifying its hold on us.

Nor have I noticed relief with the free expression or so-called venting techniques which have the dual misfortune of stoking the fire within and potentially causing us to do irreparable harm to self or someone we love. It seems the more we express anger without concern for its effects, the more anger there is to express! There is a (sometimes not so) subtle boost we get from anger which permits us to overpower what may have been fearful or constraining.

So what is left to do?

Well — there truly is a different way. Odd as it sounds, fully allowing the sensation of anger while not acting on it can be the quickest way out of self-inflicted pain. Often our tendency to try to get rid of an emotion either by pushing it away (resisting) or venting it only makes matters worse. If, instead, we get curious about what we are trying to tell ourselves, we get to the matter at hand in such a way that finally allows true resolution. The FEAD technique(http://www.maryanniyer.com/Resources/article_FEAD-IJHC-%20Wallace-10-3.pdf) is wonderful for this — Face, Embrace, Allow space, invoke Divine grace. When you feel the rise of anger, immediately turn to yourself with curiosity. “Dear One, what is this? I am curious. I want to know. I am absolutely here with you. What is it you need?” What is revealed may or may not be realistic to the logical mind. It still needs attention.

Here’s what I’ve noticed: anything that remains bottled up, no matter how old — fear, hurt, opinion, truth, love — sooner or later must burst out. And if we’ve been squelching some intimate, essential part of ourselves, or in any way living a lie, it is likely to be a surge of anger that breaks open the cave to let it surface. Let that be. Although ranting and raving are not necessary for the expression of anger, sometimes it is exactly that which forces out the needed words.

Stay as open to yourself and the experience you are having as you can possibly be. When we adopt an attitude of genuine caring for that in us from which the lava of anger has arisen, we provide a different kind of “venting”. In this, we allow room for authentic resolution of whatever inner misalignment is going on to generate such heat in the first place. Sometimes these hidden spaces are like deep tectonic plates shifting to force the issue. This opens us to say exactly the words that we’ve been holding back and that need to be said. It is perhaps an honesty we’ve been too afraid to express because of presumed consequences. Or a fear, grief, or loneliness so great we haven’t dared to feel it, yet. Often there is pain beneath our feelings of anger that runs so deep that our fear of being destroyed by it keeps us denying, covering up, protecting ourselves.

Be curious. Be welcoming of every (denied) part of yourself needing attention. It is not the anger needing attention — that is just the torrent carrying the message. Strive with all your might to hear the voice under or within or at the base of the anger.

When we do this, there is really no need to focus on getting rid of anger. Once that which needs our attention is recognized, the anger seems to evaporate as mist. It was just the conduit — the lava bringing the message to the surface. The self-contained impetus anger seems to have to maintain itself points to the desperate need of something needing attention. Once its service is over, anger no longer exists. It really never did exist in the first place, independent of that which it was serving.

Joy to you ~ Mary Ann

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FEAD It Differently

2011-06-26T14:34:00.000-07:00

When teaching Mindful Eating classes, I always pose the question: “Why do you eat?” The reasons class participants give are myriad, and seldom is it true hunger that stimulates the eating response. Emotional eating stands out as one of the major reasons for reaching for food. Anxiety, stress, worry, fear, anger—all can involve sensations that mimic hunger. Furthermore, as sensations go, these all rank as uncomfortable. Smothering them with food has become the coping method of choice for many.
Often, class participants discover hidden reservoirs of pain and suffering, many of which have their origins early in life. As we delve ever deeper into the roots of our maladaptive behavior associated with eating, we find ourselves wrestling with the demons of the past that continue to haunt the psyche with their messages of inadequacy, failure, and so on. I have found that by facing, embracing, allowing space and invoking divine grace (FEAD), participants begin to find a different way to deal with the empty spaces left in the wake of attacks from these difficult voices inside. In other words, they learn to FEAD themselves differently. Here’s what I mean:
1. Face it: Whatever is troubling you, wherever you feel the tension, anxiety or pain inside—pause right there and see if you can get a deeper, fuller sense of this place in you. Relax all around it and let it be. Face it squarely, giving it full permission to be there just as it is. Approach this place of discomfort with a sincere curiosity. There is something awry here, in this which is you, and you want to focus on knowing at a deeper level what that is.
Amazingly, as we do this, safety grows around parts of us that have historically felt rejected, shut off and abandoned. Simply because we approach these areas of ourselves and our lives with interest, the pain often begins to abate.
2. Embrace it: Go one step further. Approach this place of pain and offer it loving acceptance. Let it be there, with the full understanding that pain requires kindness, not rejection. Treat it as if it were a hurting child. In many ways, it is.
The healing begins here. As that which has been rejected feels itself being pulled back into the fold of the living with your warm embrace, it instantly begins to relax in a way that is uniquely healing and nurturing.
3. Allow Space for it: As you breathe deeply, embracing that which is hurting, begin to loosen your grip somewhat. Give it permission to be there, and simply allow space for
it—not the space of abandonment in which you turn your back on this part of you that is suffering, but a warm, fully loving and safe space. Compassionate space. Develop the capacity to love each part of yourself.
This means dropping the self-criticisms and judgments that have been aggravating the problem all this time. It means allowing room for change where in the past you may have begun a cycle of self-punishment. Explore this: just focus all your attention on breathing into a compassionate space around the area of pain, and watch with gentle curiosity.
4. Invoke Divine Grace: A last important step in this process is to invite into the picture an awareness that surpasses what you have known to be possible up to this point. We want to change old, repeating patterns that have caused ourselves and others harm. Sometimes, this means not only allowing space, but inviting new ideas to enter into that space. Whatever your belief system, invoke that which is beyond what you currently know to be possible. This expands the space into dimensions of possibility that your conscious mind has not yet realized, and is the basis for deep and lasting change.
Often, the last thing in the world we want when we are in pain is to feel more of the pain! We do everything in our power to escape, cover it up or otherwise remove it from our lives. Eating, for many, provides temporary anesthesia from feeling what hurts. By FEADing yourself differently, you provide safety, nurturance and room to evolve into a whole new way of being. The next time you’re in a tight spot, feeling the constriction inside, I invite you to explore this approach.

This is an excerpt from a longer article which you are free download from: www.maryanniyer.com, in the articles section.

Siblings

2011-04-07T13:53:00.000-07:00

So many of you responded to me individually after my last entry about my father’s death. Thank you for your kind words. I was astonished at the number of you who expressly mentioned how lucky I am to have such good relations with my siblings! As one friend said, “It is so strange how we seldom can look to those from our own family for support.”

I’ve given this topic considerable thought – because my goal in these sharings is for authenticity that is potentially useful. So – here is what I want to share. From what I’ve observed in my decades of doing counseling work, it seems there are wide variations in regards to sibling relations. Some of you have close relations; for some of us -- these are our toughest places.

My belief runs along the lines (let’s see if I can capture this --) of karmic pattern playouts. In other words – we will each, somewhere or somehow get into situations most apt to push our deepest buttons. Some of us were born into a family that serves that function. For me (and for many of you, based on the feedback I got) - the family of origin serves as a constant playground for the reflection of our deepest wounds.

Consider this approach: welcome it. Not because it is fun – it is the hardest work I know of! But, because when we are bent on a path of waking up -- how better to do this than to tangle with those who see (and magnify) the hidden crevices of the worst in you that most people don’t have the glasses for?

I can truthfully say that the relations I have with my siblings are among the most difficult I have. I’ve spent many years turning this over and coming to peace with it. This is what I’ve learned thus far: I realize these relationships are not guarantees of love and support. And -- –I find it much saner to not expect that from my siblings.

In my case – again and again, I come back to the simple question of what I can learn – in this, and this – and this. About myself. About my life. And my relationship with Precious Life, itself. This is where I’m putting my money.

At the end of the day, it is – for each of us – our selves and only our selves we are accountable for. And – only the reverberations of our own hearts that define our existence. ANY one who serves the function of revealing what may be the “worst” in us is actually – believe it or not – on our side. Anyone who invites us to explore what is true – and what isn’t in such a way that we can deeply know for OURSELVES that we are innocent under it all – is promoting our freedom. What I discover – again and again – is a deep well of innocence under it all. A lot of delusional thinking – yes. But – innocence. In us all. I let the pain from attacks to provoke me to dig deeply enough inside of me to find that place. Oh, it is sweet freedom!

Sibs. Aren’t they great? Dig deeper ~

Spring - death and rebirth

2011-03-03T10:00:00.000-08:00

Spring --- the time of great change and rebirth.

My father died the first week of February – sudden, unexpected. He was “the healthy one” – and left my mother, who needs 24/7 supervision in his wake. It has been a time of finding the new in the ashes of the sudden changes.

I've always thought of Spring as a time of new growth. What I've realized in recent years is that often the newness arises from a depth of loss. Each year for several, I've noticed some catastrophe in February: loss of a husband, parent in hospital, death of a relative.

As I notice the changes clustering around this recent death of my father, I am reminded of the glistening newness of it all. And – it is amazing to watch each day unfold with the question of “what are the possibilities” – given this, and this, and this – new conditions revealing themselves constantly and rapidly in this course of events.

My mother, now in an assisted living situation in which her face lights up with new friendships. The lightening of our family history as my siblings and I review the accumulated possessions and habits of their 58 years of married life. Sorting. Talking. Discarding. Keeping and cherishing. Like the crocuses popping up in their vibrant purple and white hues, we all have a sense of starting again. And -- I feel my father in a glorious state and condition – very happy. I know this to be true.

Different conditions, new circumstances, some closets empty, some new places of the heart exposed.

I am grateful - for it all.

Receiving

2011-01-25T10:49:00.000-08:00

I enjoy the nuances of the seasons. And this year, I am also noticing – without disgruntled resistance – the impact of the passing conventional holidays. For instance, even with its ornamental, commercial interests, Valentine’s Day perks up certain closets of the heart.
So I’m going deeper into this. Curious. Asking myself what, if any, parts of myself are resisting just plain receiving love? When I grouse about the icky mounds of superfluous pink (just get on with the chocolate, will you?!), what momentum am I creating to push away the heart of the sender? How much closeness can I really handle?
It’s fertile ground – this. Noticing the myriad internalized structures of this so-called protection lest there be some (god forbid) moment of vulnerability.
I invite you on the journey. See how deeply the moments and movements of love sent your way can go – and when the reception gets cloudy -- -tune in! Open up. See what receiving love this time of year tastes like!

This New Year

2011-01-04T10:06:00.000-08:00

It's a man-made construct - the notion of the "New Year". The cycles of the seasons are continuous and ongoing. And I love that this idea we've agreed on - defining winter as the time to designate new beginnings - is in keeping with the natural flow. All goes inward in nature in the winter. The sap slows, deepening down into the roots. Only the healthy stock survives to face, grow and blossom into the new year.
It is a time when many make resolutions for this next turning of the wheel. What I notice is that many of these promises-to-the-self are taken on externally like a cloak. And - like a costume wrapped around, they easily fall by the wayside as the year progresses. My clients come to me in dismay about their inability to keep their commitments to themselves.
I propose that we take the time to go deeper. Settle in to the more stable center from which our actions and activities originate. Seek there the deeper intent behind or beneath those external resolutions. Then, turn that awareness into a mantra of sorts - a daily invocation to honor our deepest intentions. This gives us the strength to hold the focus of what is important by also providing the flexibility to sway with the changing circumstances that our daily lives will most definitely give us!
To you - in the Joy of the ever-changing Seasons; and the strength of the core of your Heart ~

Organic Back to School

2010-08-18T10:16:00.000-07:00

Is organic living and eating easy for you – until the school year rolls around? Do you despair of how to keep your kids on a healthy diet, knowing they face standard cafeteria food fare every noon? Most of our local schools offer salad bars and healthy choices – but even so, children are bombarded daily with advertising seductions to go for the fad of the day.

Here are a few tips to make it easier:

1. Make your own.
This sure seems like a good idea – until the reality of time crunch hits. Or the fallout from peer pressure seeps in the front door with whining protests. If everyone is chowing down on Sloppy Joes and French fries and your child is the lone carrot-cruncher, she’ll feel isolated as a matter of course. It would take a huge personality to overcome this disparity.

2. Make it easier.
Find out what the going “thing” is currently – and duplicate it as much as possible: Sloppy Joes? Easy enough to make this in advance from good, organic ingredients to send along. Or – if you prefer vegetarian, how about tofu in a tomato sauce over a bun? Why not? Some might not even notice the difference. You get the idea. Be creative!

3. Involve others.
Gather with like-minded adults who have children of your child’s age. Agree in advance what the “menu” for your select little cooperative will be. Three – or five children eating the same thing constitutes a peer group too, and protects them from the isolation factor. You may find others who’d like to take turns, and form a rotating round of responsibility for the day’s fare. Imagine that – only prepping once a week for five children. Voila – you’ve addressed the time crunch, too!

You should also know about a few programs and the efforts that your local school is making along the lines of “keeping it healthy” for the sake of the kids who attend. There are individuals dedicated to making this challenge easier for us all.

The local “Farm to Table” program features a different farm each month. Participants make presentations and focus on local, healthy, organic foods, inspiring the youngsters to develop a taste for what’s good for them by making it interesting. .

The “Interfaith Farm and Food Partnership” is funded by a USDA grant and offers ongoing education in the realms of nutrition and food – eating, preparation, and origins.

Additionally, many schools make a concerted effort within the confines of their own halls to make a difference for the sake of the youth who attend. Marcy Hermens at Hoover Elementary comments, “We try to create relationships with healthy vendors for donations. For example, we offer yogurt instead of ice cream for snacks when we are able.”

Reach out at the next parent’s gathering. Connect with your neighbors. Make an effort to get to know your child’s favorite friends. Form that mini-cooperative. Call your school office and ask about the need for volunteers or connections for the programs they participate in. And take it from there. Your child may become part of a growing collective for whom healthy is the norm!

full article at: www.maryannwallace.com

Dill It Up!

2010-08-13T10:11:00.000-07:00

Mary Ann Wallace, MD
www.maryannwallace.com

We gardeners share certain maladies of abundance. If you garden, I’m sure you’ve encountered at some point in your illustrious efforts a full-bore attack of zucchini glut. I’ve been struggling of late with keeping my attitude of gratitude for abundance in the face of ever growing hordes of ever-enlarging zucchini.

You know what I mean.

Leaving completely out of this conversation the question as to whether I have a sufficient supply of good natured friends willing to divest me of this so-called bounty, I will steer us along the lines of a few good discoveries I’ve made about how to work up all this good stuff. (See? Am I displaying a great attitude or what?)

We often have zucchini for breakfast, lunch, snack and dinner! In one exemplary day recently, we had zucchini bread for breakfast, sautéed zucchini with zucchini flowers and basil and zucchini pickles for lunch with zucchini cookies for dessert, dried zucchini rounds for a mid afternoon snack and zucchini frittatas for dinner. That wasn’t all we had – but you get the idea.

I have, thus far, steamed, sautéed, minced, mashed, baked, broiled, boiled, dried, breaded, lasagna’d, omelette’d, cookie’d, cake’d and mixed zucchini with every imaginable combination and spice. Even zucchini juice is tasty. And – of course – we all know that a requisite in every Christmas basket from those such as us is a nice (un)frozen loaf of zucchini bread.

And then I found the standard recipe for dilly beans in one of Rodale's time honored ancient texts. My beans and I are getting along fine, thank you. But the zucchini. That’s where I’m in a pickle! Hmmm. Why not? It just so happens the renegade dill volunteering all over the garden and associated pathways are also rampant. Replace beans with squash and call them Dill Zucchini.

It worked! So – here’s the recipe only slightly modified with gratitude to those who have gone before us, bearing the fruit of their labors:

Dill Zucchini

4 pounds zucchini
1 garlic clove per pint jar
¼ tsp. crushed red pepper per pint jar
5 cups vinegar
½ tsp. whole mustard seed per pint jar
5 cups water
½ tsp. dill seed per pint jar
½ cup salt

Wash and cut zucchini into slices to fill pint jars. Pack slices into clean, hot jars; add pepper, mustard seed, dill seed, and garlic.
Combine vinegar, water, and salt; heat to boiling. Pour boiling liquid over the zucchini, filling jars but leaving ¼-inch headspace. Seal and process in a steam bath for 5 minutes.

Yum - What a dill!

Eating with Care

2010-07-14T10:07:00.000-07:00

I am often asked for advice about "how to" change eating habits. Below is a short list of suggestions:
1) Slow it down
- Notice what you are eating, and that you are eating
- Pay attention to how your body feels as it is satisfied with just the right amount of food
- "Fast foods" is an oxymoron
- Stop eating when you are satisfied. Boxing up leftovers is OK - even at home
- Be sure to notice if you're actually thirsty - try water first
- Brush your teeth right after you eat
2) Make it special
- Sit down. Prepare the meal for a guest (you qualify as a guest)
- Use smaller plates and serve yourself only the food you need - with care
- End a meal with a ritual - whether it be a dab of dessert, tea, an after meal mint
3) Notice what is driving the eating
- Ask yourself if you are really hungry - or feeling anxious or some other charged emotion that you are uncomfortable with
- Have a list handy of other things you can do to meet the actual need. Make it easy
- Know your difficult times and act preventively
- Enlist the help of a friend
4) Focus on gratitude
- Thankfulness is just what it says: being full of thanks. It is the fast track to not feeding an emptiness that doesn't really need food
- Expressing gratitude before a meal helps the mind engage in the right framework for eating in the most nourishing way possible

Above all else - be mindful. If you are stuck in a pattern of eating you don't like, chances are that either: a) it's just a mindless habit, or
b) there is a recurring inner anxiety (be it from loneliness, stress or whatever that is "gnawing" at you) - and you are feeding it with food instead of dealing with the underlying root.
In either case, increasing the capacity to notice - or be mindful - will help to open up the space to deeply and authentically make change.
Please note: There is a list of suggestions in Appendix D of my book, "Mindful Eating: Mindful Life"
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Squashed

2010-07-02T14:22:00.000-07:00

June, 2010

Last year was one of those harrowing times designed to make us better characters – or squash us in the process. My husband and I moved. Twice. Then, before we could see the end of the row of our own boxes, we got an urgent call from my parents. In their 80’s, Mom and Dad were not able to handle Idaho winters any more. Moving to balmy Oregon seemed like just the right retirement plan, so they had put their place on the market earlier in the year. There were apparently no hordes of folks lined up for the opportunity of backwoods living, however. Just as they were giving up hope of a sale and hunkering down for another few months of strenuous snow plowing, a buyer suddenly appeared and they needed help to get out in a hurry. Since our last home was recently vacated and not yet sold, could they stay there?

So, off we trucked to Idaho to gather folks and their 56 years of accumulations. They arrived just in time for us to rush Mom to the hospital for emergency surgery. It was a grim cluster of days, during which we resigned ourselves to saying good-bye to our beloved mother and wife. And then one day, Mom opened her eyes, bright blue and very much alive, and said simply, “Hi”. Five grueling weeks of rehab later, we finally settled them in to their new home.

This spring, it was truly time for US to settle in to OUR new home and experience the joy of seeing our pictures on the wall, and finding the clothes we were looking for in drawers. We turned our minds to planting a garden with the sigh of relief of being deeply rooted in one spot. We envisioned gardening here for the remainder of our days. I decided, as part of the “big move” of the year I would empty all old seed containers – sort of as a symbolic gesture of starting anew from all we had accumulated before. It seemed fitting.

Every true gardener knows a garden begins the year before – and so it was with this garden. Last year was, in keeping with the general theme and tone, wet and cool deep into the summer months. It was the year of the clammy clay that stuck to boots, fingers and hair, the drizzly gray skies that circled over June and even stretched into July with their perpetual arc. The year in which only 6 of the 20 squash seeds I planted came up – and even those sort of petered out in the yucko weather.

I should say here that I save seeds. I simply cannot bring myself to throw away any living or potentially living thing. Or old tools, clothes or kitchen towels, for that matter. (This also explains the 23 tomato volunteers tenderly lifted and given their own spot in this year’s garden.) So these seeds I had planted were the cumulative collection of the innards of every kind of squash we had eaten the fall before.

I also usually don’t mark what I put where in the garden, enjoying the bit of mystery when the seedlings announce themselves. (There may be some laziness factor in there, too.) Anyway, of the squash seeds I had planted last year, I had no idea which were the duds and which might produce, maybe, given the right climatic conditions. They all deserved a chance, in my book. So, just to provide a sense of completion to all of the former year’s happenings, I scattered all the squash seeds throughout our new garden plot.

Imagine our joy when we first saw two little squash heads popping up to wave hello at us. And – the elation when 6 more raised their lovely bonnets. And then another four. And, another, and ---
It became my husband’s early morning delight to stroll through the garden beds and then announce to me at the breakfast table the latest victorious number. “Yup.”, he would grin triumphantly, slathering a dollop of butter on a piece of toast. “46”. And cackle.

Let me explain a bit more about my husband. He loves big. He’s a sucker for any seed packet that boasts some gargantuanly dimensioned cucurbit or other fruit. This explains the six pumpkin seeds we put in that will, if they live up to their forbears’ portentous reputation, be bearing 200 pound pumpkins at garden year’s end. This is the man who, when I first introduced him to the delights of gardening, wanted “big zucchini”. As we pored over the latest seed catalogue, with me extolling the virtues of first this, then that zucchini option, I had watched his face getting ever longer. Finally, I closed the magazine and asked what was wrong! His mournful answer? “But – I want a GIANT zucchini. All these descriptions say to pick them when they’re only 8 inches long.”

Ahem.

Back to our winter squash patch. They ALL came up. Really. Every single seed that went into the ground poked up as a little plant in its due time. So far, 86 winter squash, 7 zucchini and 3 of the giant pumpkin plants are up and dancing in the balmy spring air.

It’s too bad that every friend to whom I’ve related this story has their family vacation in fall this year. I think we ARE better characters - we certainly feel generous and would gladly share if they were only here!

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Using What You Have, Where You Are

2010-06-29T20:41:00.000-07:00

Although this sharing is about a lovely recipe I created by using the produce I found in our own back yard here in Oregon in late spring, the principles apply to so many dimensions of life. My husband and I like to eat local, seasonal food because it is a healthy way to live. It supports our thesis that reducing trucking emissions is good for the planet and us all, and the food is often tastier and feels like “real food”. What’s not to like?

I’ll share the recipe for your pleasure, should your back yard be producing something similar.

Cress and Oregano Pesto

Grind in a blender:

3 cups of a mixture of garden cress, garlic scapes and oregano
½ cup olive oil
2 large cloves of garlic
roughly 2 T. butter
3-4 T. walnuts
½ cup Parmesan Cheese
½ t. salt

It’s that simple, and the premise is that you can use whatever you have for those 3 cups of green material. It is YUMMY good! Try some spread on a piece of toast, or – the usual – with pasta.
The moral? Use what you have, where you are. It’s good for us all.

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