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This holiday season I have decided to create a diet plan. Each year we splurge eating outside of our normal diet to enjoy some seasonal goodies both at home and out and about. I think it is silly to deny yourself all relatively unhealthy foods since it creates a special power around the food. You can taste almost anything, then put it down and walk away without harming yourself. Moderation in all things may seem stingy in comparison to the commercial holiday cheer with merchandise at the base of it all. Gifting or not gifting is easy at our house. We like experiences better than items so very few presents are given unless they are special yard sale finds. We love art, but filled our home already, so we have to go to galleries and museums to see anything new. Our tradition involves making treats and attending special events. This season I am mindfully setting a budget, not so much in dollars, but in calories, alcohol, and fat.
If I allow myself to be mindless at the supermarket I end up with a lot of unhealthy treat ingredients that will become cookies, etc. I have become a creative bartender and now have a vast array of interesting liquor with which to mix cocktails. The idea of the taste profile of the cocktail is to enhance your snacks or meal. I enjoy creating new cocktails from recipes and sometimes by experiment. Since I enjoy taking risks in the kitchen, my bar tending is a natural extension of that exploratory spirit. I am carried away with using seasonal ingredients and the fruit from my garden in cocktail recipes. I could not work at a bar since I know few classic drinks, but in terms of kinky creations I get better all the time. Therein lies the problem. These tasty spirits take over the situation and decide that moderation is out the window for the night. One good taste leads to another. Last winter I did allow the spirit of alcohol to leave the barn door open for the spirit of sugar and other inferior foods to enter my body in mass quantities. My general health suffered from this overdose, and required reform of my diet in order to recover.
This winter as the nights grow longer and the wood stove glows I am starting a written log of what I eat and drink. This is not for publication, but for my own information. I will not allow sneaky spirits, holiday or otherwise, make me fat this winter. They have no power over me. I never drank hard alcohol until a couple of years ago when I bought some cheap bourbon to pour on my dad’s grave on All Soul’s Day. My parents both loved to cocktail way too much, which was responsible for many of their health problems. I have chosen to have a different relationship with alcoholic spirits. Cheers! Happy Holidays! Think before you drink!!!
Oct. 1665, John Cooke and his Brother-In-Law Nathaniel Warren, were appointed by Plymouth Colony to “treat with Philip the Sagamore about the sale of such lands as are to be sold by him, and to purchase them in the behalf of the country.” Philip the Sagamore, sometimes called Metacom, was the son or grandson of Massasoit, and leader of the Wampanoag Indians. He would later be dubbed “King Philip” during the Wampanoag’s war he led against the English in 1676.
His prepared his will in 1661 to resolve disputes over his father’s estate.
From the book “Mayflower Families Through Five Generations” Richard Warren, Volume Eighteen Part 1 – Third Edition by the General Society of Mayflower Descendants 2004
On June 11 1653 Jane Collyare (Collier) on behalf of her grandchild Sara, the wife of Nathaniel Warren. Elizabeth Warren and Nathaniel Warren agreed to let the court resolve their differences over certain lands of Mr. richard Warren deceased.
Nathaniel Warren became a Freeman 3 June 1657. On 1 June 1658 he was a Deputy from Plymouth, a position he frequently held.
On 15 oct 1661 Nathaniell Warren “aged thirty seaven yeares or thereabouts” made a deposition. NOTE: spelling in the ( )’s are exactly the way it was written back in 1661.
The will of Nathaniel Warren Sr. of Plymouth, dated 29 June 1667, codicil dated 16 July 1667, names wife Sarah; dau. Hope who is lame; other children (not named); the codicil mentions mother Elizabeth Warren; brother Joseph Warren; sisters Mary Bartlett, Sr., Ann Little, Sarah Cooke, Elizabeth Church and Abigail Snow. The inventory was taken 21 Oct 1667, sworn by widow Sarah Warren who was granted administration 30 Oct 1667.
On 9 Jan. 1689/90, Sarah Warren sold land in Plymouth to her son James Warren. On 9 Jan. 1689/90, the other heirs of Nathaniel Warren consented to the sale, they were: Richard Warren; Nathaniel Warren; Jabiz Warren; Elizabeth Green; Sarah Blackwell; Thomas Gibbs and wife Alice; Jonathan Delano and wife Mercy Delano.
On 19 Sept. 1694 Jabiz Warren of Plymouth, yeoman, sold to John Gibbs land in Middleboro which was bought by his father Nathaniel Warren.
While visiting in California I had an osteopathic adjustment at Celina’s office. I am accustomed to all the best in body work all the time, so I appreciate the careful and professional way she addressed my issues. The only doctor I ever trusted was Dr. Robert Fulford. He practiced only manipulative medicine, as Celina does. Today in the US most DOs (osteopathic physicians) do not use manipulative medicine, but have followed the MDs into pimping for big pharma. I asked Dr. Fulford when he was my doctor what is wrong with most medical practices that they make patients wait and treat them with no respect. I always remember his answer. He said “It is their training.” This is true more than ever.
I experienced loads of negligence while taking care of my parents’ medical issues in their last years. I was shocked by heavier abuse when I volunteered for the VA and saw how the Vets are treated. I have stayed away from all drugs because I think they are the cause and not the cure for most of the folks who are on them. I don’t want to have to go to a doctor who believes drugs are the answer. After the treatment I was inspired to find a real osteopath in Tucson. Lucky for me Teresa Cisler, DO is still in practice here and was trained by Dr. Fulford himself. The goddess of healing provided a cancellation in her schedule so that I may go next Monday to enroll as her patient. Normally she is in such high demand that it takes months to get on the books for time with her. I am so pleased to follow up here at home on the work that Celina began. The treatment and analysis she did with me was pleasurable at the time, but most important is the healing that continues. She was trained in Canada where the osteopaths are still doing osteopathy. In California her work is classified as body work. The reason she stands out as more knowledgeable and professional than most body workers? Is is her training. Sensitivity is developed in the hand to feel pulses, heat, and the tiniest differences in tissues under the skin. By looking at your alignment and gait, then feeling the systems at work she is able to determine what your body needs the most. The focus is on the client, 100%, a rare and very effective strategy for a healer. It worked very well for me.
I went to the U of A Poetry Center to leave an offering I made for my mom at the altar. While I was there I found my paternal ancestor’s book of poems and read for a while. Mistress Bradstreet had a style that showed her knowledge of history, astrology, and nature. She offered meditations to her son to guide him in the future when she was no longer alive. I truly had to wonder if she had ever thought her 9th great granddaughter might read her work and try to imagine her living presence. Knowing facts about the lives of my ancestors is fun, but the creative writing of my grandmother is more personal. I wrote an ode to all of the people who survived in order for me to exist today.
Ancestry Garden
Rows of ancestors spread out in the garden of research
Roots reveal; Some conceal, the same deal
What do they leave for us?
What do we keep as our own?
They still offer, they still have wisdom
Connected by birth/death/recognition.
They tell us the secrets of mortality.
My 9th great grandmother was the first woman poet to be published in America:
Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672) is one of the most important figures in the history of American Literature. She is considered by many to be the first American poet, and her first collection of poems, “The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up in America, By a Gentlewoman of Those Parts”, doesn’t contain any of her best known poems, it was the first book written by a woman to be published in the United States. Mrs. Bradstreet’s work also serves as a document of the struggles of a Puritan wife against the hardships of New England colonial life, and in some way is a testament to plight of the women of the age. Anne’s life was a constant struggle, from her difficult adaptation to the rigors of the new land, to her constant battle with illness.
It is clear to see that Anne’s faith was exemplary, and so was her love for children and her husband, Governor Simon Bradstreet. Anne’s poems were written mainly during the long periods of loneliness while Simon was away on political errands. Anne, who was a well educated woman, also spent much time with her children, reading to them and teaching them as her father had taught her when she was young. While it is rather easy for us to view Puritan ideology in a bad light because of it’s attitude towards women and strict moral code, her indifference to material wealth, her humility and her spirituality, regardless of religion, made her into a positive, inspirational role model for any of us.
Another one of Anne’s most important qualities was her strong intuition, although only subtly hinted at in her work, probably for fear of reprisal from the deeply religious Puritan community, one cannot help but feel her constant fascination with the human mind, and spirit, and inner guidance.
Her style is deceptively simple, yet speaks of a woman of high intelligence and ideals who was very much in love, and had unconditional faith. While it was difficult for women to air their views in the 17th Century, Anne Bradstreet did so with ease, as her rich vocabulary and polyvalent knowledge brought a lyrical, yet logical quality to her work which made it pleasant for anyone to read.
Anne Dudley Bradstreet was protected by her father and husband at a time when women were not supposed to think, let alone write poetry. She wrote history as she lived it as an Englishwoman in New England. I visited the University of Arizona Poetry Center this week to see the word shrine for the dead. I was very happy to also find a big blue book by Anne Bradstreet on the shelves. I enjoyed the wonderful space and visited with my ancestor by reading her works for about an hour. I had seen some of the work before, but since I was thinking of ancestry I really enjoyed the note she wrote to her son Simon (brother of my own ancestor). There is a copy preserved in her own hand, which I love to see. It gives me some intuition into her soul’s journey. Being a Pilgrim was not easy, but if your father and husband were governors you had some obvious advantages.
It is a wonderment of synchronicity to find my ancestor’s work preserved at the Poetry Center very near my home where I can go visit and read her any time.
Selena bears good tidings at the full moon. She rides through the sky in a silver chariot reflecting all that is true and eternal. She was a Titan goddess, predating the Olympians. Selena bathed during the day and rode around the heavens at night. Her love affair with a handsome mortal resulted in 50 daughters. She has the power to control time, mask reality, and expose the truth. She had her lover put to sleep eternally so she could visit him in a cave forever. She is distant, cold, and yet kind.
The full moon is associated with mania and extreme states of mind. The time between the last new moon and the full moon tonight was characterized by the loony government shutdown and all it entailed. When the old men in the Senate had nothing, the women organized to end the stalemate. They shed light on a ridiculous situation. I am reminded of a saying attributed to the Buddha:
“There are three things that will not long stay hidden, the sun, the moon, and the truth.”
The human condition known as revenge is ancient and well documented. The Greek goddess Nemesis represents retribution. She lives in the underworld with Hecate. She feels no remorse and hesitates at nothing to deal out vengeance when it is required. She is a neutral spirit with a balanced approach. She has the task of taking happiness from the undeserving while bringing more joy to those who earn it. She is pictured with a balance scale, doing calculations. She is concerned with issues of money. Her name is related to the word number, and the word economy. She is not vengeful, but is an accountant from the underworld.
The collective as well as your personal consciousness about wealth, money and right livelihood are the province of Nemesis. She keeps the accounts in balance. Abundance and prosperity follow the laws of nature. Knowledge as well as belief influence the outcome of all your earthly investments. Spiritual integrity in work and business ethics are measured against one’s degree of avarice and destructive behavior. Can you find ways that your beliefs about receiving limit you now? Can you think of ways to budget a more secure financial future for yourself through awareness? Some Americans call her “Death and Taxes”, to say she is hard to avoid. She is impossible to avoid, and she is counting all the time. She will deliver what is due from the wheel of karma because that is her job.
Last week in San Francisco my friends and I attended Blind Cafe, an enlightening evening in the dark. This is a show that travels around the country, gathering local volunteers and donations in each city in order to put on the production. None of us knew what to expect, other than a blind tasting and some music. It turned out to be amazing on many levels. Happy hour was in dim light with the guests drinking wine and meeting each other as well as the visiting puppies in training and their guardian/trainers. The two darling golden retriever mix pups were loving and enthusiastic about partying with everyone. Our tickets were arranged in tables with seating numbers so when the time came for us to go into the darkness we lined up with a hand on the shoulder in front of us to be guided to our places. Our group of three briefly met some of our table mates while we were in line.
The room was pitch black and very loud. It seems that when we have no sight we begin to turn up the volume in order to stay in touch. The plate of delicious vegetarian food was set in front of each chair, but the table also was full of other items in the center that could only be discovered by feeling. We were given plastic forks, but they did not last very long for most of us. I was happy to find water bottles in the center, and friends passed me some exquisite bites from other places in the table. Most of the talk was about the food and how to find it, but somehow the person across the table from me started talking about his ultra special diet. Before you could say gluten intolerant I was involved in a heated argument with this stranger in the dark. We were already in an organic vegetarian situation, so I did not want to hear that eating one of the goat cheese roll ups would cause him to become bipolar. Quickly I determined that he took bipolar drugs as well as LSD and copious amounts of alcohol, but that was not enough. He explained that he had a masters’ degree in interpersonal shamanism and was therefore totally aware of the incongruities he presented. He said he agreed that LSD might make him think he is bipolar/bisexual. My friend seated next to me asked me why I was freaking out at this man, and I asked myself the same question. Luckily it was time for us to all do active listening during the comedy and music entertainment, so we had to end the fight. I have wondered why this bipolar/bisexual LSD person was there for me, and what archetypes we both represented in the food fight. I maintained that orthorexia is damaging, and he maintained that goat cheese can potentially cause in his life temporary states of mental breakdown. I will not know his name, and I was careful when we left not to look to see his face. He is a mystery shadow that completely engaged my shadow, but in the dark!!! Who was that????
If you go I doubt that you will encounter any transpersonal analysis sitting across the dinner table from you. This had to be some special San Francisco thing that could not happen again. The food and the fun were beyond compare; Who knew it came with an archetypal lesson?
Just when I thought the Federal government had no redeeming qualities I was proven wrong. My friends and I had the privilege of touring one of the classiest buildings the US taxpayer owns, the US Court of Appeals of the 9th Circuit in San Francisco. We were invited by my friend, appellate commissioner Peter Shaw , who has worked in the building for many years. We knew we would see one of the oldest buildings in the city, but none of us was prepared for how cool it actually is. When it was built it also served as the main post office, so some of the teller windows and details that belonged to the post office era have been included in the design today. We met very gracious people who were distinguished and personable to us. The courtrooms are ornate and full of fine stone carving, wooden furniture, and mosaics. The metal throughout the building is beautifully formed. Many of the lighting fixtures are brass, shined to perfection. We truly loved the feeling of being treated to the luxury of the surroundings without being involved in a court case. The big thrill of the day was dressing in Peter’s robe and sitting for photos on the bench, flanked by the babes of justice. He had done this before so he knew how popular this would be. We felt like the luckiest taxpayers in the country. The commissioner is more than an esteemed member of the court. He has a pride and sense of history that he was able to convey to us as we examined the evidence he presented. We all felt much better about our government, if only for an afternoon. I will always remember this opportunity to peek into the distinguished and artful world of jurisprudence.
Your health is like a bank account. You deposit and withdraw from your inherited constitution. If you need a loan, there is no place to apply. Your account, like the number of days you will live, is subject to your habits and practices. Diminishing returns are built into the model. Some of us are genetically lucky, while many start life with disadvantages. Accidents and disasters cause permanent damage, mental and physical. There is no way to know how much one will need to withdraw due to illness.
Prehabilitation is more cost effective than rehabilitation because once a system is depleted it may never fully recover. There are ways to make deposits over time that will earn interest. These reserves affect your immune system and your ability to remain calm under pressure. Health is your only real wealth, in the words of Dr. Bronner. Changing lifestyle habits results in changing wellbeing. We need not aim for perfection, since that in itself is cause for stress. Logical, simple additions can be made to daily routine that add up to better health in the long run.
Investments made today will accrue interest as long as you live.