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Magic Words

February 21, 2015 4 Comments

Words make things happen. In most cultures spoken ceremonies are repeated verbatim purposefully.  The sacred nature of both written and spoken language is celebrated around the world.  The Torah, Koran, and Bible are viewed as sacred texts to be studied, read and taught.  Art depicting religious stories was used to teach in the times before reading was common.  Art and design of a religious nature is preserved to demonstrate to future generations the devotion the ancestors had to their beliefs.  Sites that are sacred to people for thousands of years become inundated with the energy of pilgrims and believers who have visited throughout history.

In the fast paced and highly saturated language designed to sell products we experience subliminal suggestions buried beneath images and characters.  Appeals contain images and voices that speak to our deep unconscious.  The investment and energy required to sell Coca Cola around the world now is probably greater than investments in creating sacred art and literature.  Political campaigns burn resources and overwhelm the public awareness.  Messages bombard the audio and the visual landscapes.  The plentiful access to information is both miraculous and sinister.  The power of the published word, once reserved for exclusive use by a small group, has been granted to a much wider population.  This expansion has created a deluge of spoken and written language available in the blink of an eye on the internet.  The cascade of words never ends.

I think it is important to remember that everything we read, write, say, hear, and repeat (or retweet) is power. How do you filter the words you give and receive?  I limit the number of ads I see by not watching much commercial television.  I don’t buy magazines, and rarely buy papers.  Most marketing messages reach me by internet.  This makes it simple to delete, unsubscribe, block many of the unwanted communications.  The companies that continue to fill my mailbox with catalogs after I ask them to stop sending them invoke my ire.  I decide they are too rude to have my business if they will not manage one simple customer service request to stop bombarding me with glossy paper.  The world has changed, and so should the unwanted advertisers who think they are reaching me by mail.

Lately I have discovered the vast selection of poetry available free on-line.  This filter, which includes several apps for my phone and the voca library, has changed the kind of words I receive on a regular basis. The essence of the poets who crafted those words is portrayed in print and audio.  I am making the acquaintance on-line of poets writing now that I like to read.  It is fun to be able to comment in real-time on a poet’s blog.  By shifting my attention to poems and the use of words to capture time I am pleased to report that my own world is richer and more creative.  Words are magical, indeed.  My magic words for the year 2015, patience, persistence, and poetry are proving to have the ability to open new realities to me.  The are providing a portal into a place of poets, and are just the medicine I needed.  Do you believe in magic words, gentle reader?

butterfly

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Poetic Justice, #ROW80

February 12, 2015 7 Comments

 

ROW80

ROW80

As a public speaker or teacher I specialize in improvisation.  I like to joke on my feet and consider myself to be a bit of a wit.  Now as I attempt to transfer my in person energy into the written word, I notice the same tendency.  I want to wing it, then do it again if that did not work well.  My urge to edit and refine has been absent from this process.  I told you I want to be like all of these highly productive and impressive writers in  #ROW80 by adding more editing and revision to each piece of poetry I write.  I still am not attracted to the revision part of the deal, but am at least thinking more about structure up front.

I have a curiosity about trying to match a piece of poetry with a prose short story about a character (or characters) in my family tree.  I am thinking hard about my Confederate family history as it relates to the Civil Rights movement, and our political situation today.  I grew up in Pennsylvania but my cousins in Texas were taught to racially discriminate at the same time they were given strict religious rules.  I didn’t know how lucky I was to escape early racist brainwashing until I moved to Texas as a 15-year-old.  I was never confused by religious bigotry because it was not presented to me, but my classmates seemed very afflicted with some ancient hatred issues I just did not understand.  I moved to the Brazos Valley, a place where cotton had been king and the population had once been around 90% enslaved Africans.  I now know that this place was close to the homestead my ancestors settled after the Civil War.  I am dreaming and obsessing about this time and what happened to my family, so I might as well use this to attempt my first twin set of prose/poetry.  I will also use this occasion to debut a first draft!!!!  I am doing this in an attempt to follow it with both a prose story and more refined and interesting drafts of this work in progress.  Mind you, this is the first time I am using this phrase (WIP) because I never allowed much progress before moving on to another piece.  I have no working title..unless it is maybe “Civil”:

 

DNA a wheel

DNA a wheel

The pendulum of social equality swings back and forth without fail

Generations carry the scars of hatred inherited without question

Blindly absorbing the sins of the past, each individual has been primed

To live in a time of upheaval and grief, suspecting it has been created by others

Dark secretive layers of cultural denial manage to influence consciousness

Seeping up from beneath the floor supporting our structure is a sticky tar

It reeks of rancid promotions and snake oil promises recorded in history

If we only knew the source of this gunk, this oozing mendacity of pride,

We might confront it and uncover the essence of the buried truth inside

If you, gentle readers, have any revisions you want to send my way, please feel free.  You are probably much better at that than I am.  Not to worry about my pride as a poet…I can honestly say I have none..because you need some progress  to make you proud, and this is my first jaunt into this territory.  I plan to start the prose story in the next week, but do not expect that to be published before much ado. Thanks for all the insight into what writers really do.  It is extremely helpful.

 

Dementia Preparation

February 10, 2015 2 Comments

let your light shine

let your light shine

My friend and neighbor asked me recently about my views on aging and dementia. She asked me if I would want to continue to live if I knew I would become demented like both of parents before me. I told her that not only would I want to live, but am actively taking steps to prepare for a care free and easy loss of memory. I am not even a tiny bit attached to most of the things that I know (or think I know).  I can easily do without many of the facts I have collected in life. After all, today we can ask the internet to file all of our important information, freeing us to do more creative work.  I embrace all the minutia that is now stored safely in the cloud, and the apps that give us access to it.  I don’t need all this in the hard drive of my computer, and I certainly have no use for major data storage in my precious brain’s memory.  My parents struggled with memory loss and confusion that made the end of life difficult for them. They had big control issues about being infallible and accurate long after they had the ability to understand what was happening around them.  I believe their problems were exacerbated by trying too hard to appear to be competent when it became impossible.

My neighbor says she plans to write a list of facts about herself and hide the list in her house. When she is unable to recognize the facts she said she will know she has lost her mind.  The irony in the plan is that the list itself would be lost as the first sign of trouble.  I have no such thoughts.  I think I will be able to adapt to memory loss because I have planned carefully to shift responsibility to reliable parties I already trust.  I have a professional accountant who advises me on tax issues and helps me navigate them intelligently.  Most of my investments are handled by my fiduciary who has a proven track record as well as a legal obligation to serve my financial best interests.  I have placed my assets in trust to simplify and secure the management of them.  We can’t foresee the future, but we can do our best to establish systems that will function well even when we may not be. We need to face the fact that our bodily health and mental skills are not eternal. We too will pass.  While I am still able I am investing in the only true wealth, my health.  My deposits into the health bank include:

  • mobility and flexibility- I keep my range of motion by using it daily for walking, gardening, water exercise, and weight lifting.
  • mental agility- I listen to poetry and have started creative writing for fun.
  • social satisfaction-I enjoy a wide range of social contacts, in my community, at my health club, and on the internet.
  • transportation- I live on the number one bus line, offering a straight shot to downtown or the U of A Poetry Center.  Seniors are given reduced rates on the bus lines. I can bike to my health club, and walk to the corner health food store. The recent addition of a Middle Eastern fast food restaurant on the corner is another walkable destination I enjoy.

Have you ever considered how you will stay secure if you loose some of your mental agility? Have you taken steps to make sure your own best interests are served if you can no longer make good decisions for yourself?  I believe that we can be happy and productive in new creative ways if we embrace rather than struggle against aging.  I fully expect to become a prolific poet, and I already don’t care who likes my poetry.  I think with the right attitude forgetting can be gloriously liberating.

Edward Stafford, 3rd Duke of Buckingham, 16th Great-grandather

January 13, 2015 6 Comments

My 16th great-grandfather was beheaded for listening to prophecies of Henry VIII’s death.  The king was personally involved in convicting him.
Edward Richard Buckingham Stafford (1479 – 1521)
is my 16th great grandfather
Elizabeth Dutchess Norfolk Stafford Howard (1497 – 1558)
daughter of Edward Richard Buckingham Stafford
Lady Katherine Howard Duchess Bridgewater (1495 – 1554)
daughter of Elizabeth Dutchess Norfolk Stafford Howard
William ApRhys (1522 – 1588)
son of Lady Katherine Howard Duchess Bridgewater
Henry Rice (1555 – 1621)
son of William ApRhys
Edmund Rice (1594 – 1663)
son of Henry Rice
Edward Rice (1622 – 1712)
son of Edmund Rice
Lydia Rice (1649 – 1723)
daughter of Edward Rice
Lydia Woods (1672 – 1738)
daughter of Lydia Rice
Lydia Eager (1696 – 1735)
daughter of Lydia Woods
Mary Thomas (1729 – 1801)
daughter of Lydia Eager
Joseph Morse III (1752 – 1835)
son of Mary Thomas
John Henry Morse (1775 – 1864)
son of Joseph Morse III
Abner Morse (1808 – 1838)
son of John Henry Morse
Daniel Rowland Morse (1838 – 1910)
son of Abner Morse
Jason A Morse (1862 – 1932)
son of Daniel Rowland Morse
Ernest Abner Morse (1890 – 1965)
son of Jason A Morse
Richard Arden Morse (1920 – 2004)
son of Ernest Abner Morse
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Richard Arden Morse

Born 3 February 1478 Brecon Castle, Wales

Born
3 February 1478
Brecon Castle, Wales

Died 17 May 1521 (aged 43) Tower Hill

Died
17 May 1521 (aged 43)
Tower Hill

Edward Stafford, 3rd Duke of Buckingham, KG (3 February 1478 – 17 May 1521) was an English nobleman. He was the son of Henry Stafford, 2nd Duke of Buckingham, and Katherine Woodville, whose sister, Queen Elizabeth Woodville, was the wife of King Edward IV. He was convicted of treason, and executed on 17 May 1521.

Edward Stafford, born 3 February 1478 at Brecon Castle in Wales, was the eldest son of Henry Stafford, 2nd Duke of Buckingham, and Katherine Woodville, the daughter of Richard Woodville, 1st Earl Rivers, by Jacquetta of Luxembourg, daughter of Pierre de Luxembourg, Count of St. Pol, and was thus a nephew of Elizabeth Woodville, queen consort of King Edward IV.

By his father’s marriage to Katherine Woodville, Stafford had a younger brother, Henry Stafford, 1st Earl of Wiltshire, and two sisters, Elizabeth, who married Robert Radcliffe, 1st Earl of Sussex, and Anne, who married firstly, Sir Walter Herbert (d. 16 September 1507), an illegitimate son of William Herbert, 1st Earl of Pembroke, and secondly, George Hastings, 1st Earl of Huntingdon.

After the execution of the 2nd Duke of Buckingham, his widow, Katherine Woodville, married Jasper Tudor, second son of Owen Tudor and King Henry V’s widow, Catherine of Valois. After Jasper Tudor’s death on 21 December 1495, Katherine Woodville married Sir Richard Wingfield (d. 22 July 1525). Katherine Woodville died 18 May 1497. After her death, Sir Richard Wingfield married Bridget Wiltshire, daughter and heiress of Sir John Wiltshire of Stone, Kent.

In October 1483 Stafford’s father participated in a rebellion against King Richard III. He was beheaded without trial on 2 November 1483, whereby all his honours were forfeited. Stafford is said to have been hidden in various houses in Herefordshire at the time of the rebellion, and perhaps for the remainder of Richard III’s reign. However after Richard III’s defeat at Bosworth on 22 August 1485, and King Henry VII’s accession to the crown, Stafford was made a Knight of the Order of the Bath on 29 October 1485 as Duke of Buckingham, and attended Henry VII’s coronation the following day, although his father’s attainder was not formally reversed by Parliament until November. The young Duke’s wardship and lands were granted, on 3 August 1486, along with the wardship of his younger brother, Henry Stafford, to the King’s mother, Margaret Beaufort, and according to Davies it is likely Buckingham was educated in her various households.

Buckingham was in attendance at court at the creation of Henry VII’s second son, the future King Henry VIII, as Duke of York, on 9 November 1494, and was made a Knight of the Order of the Garter in 1495. In September 1497 he was a captain in the forces sent to quell a rebellion in Cornwall.

According to Davies, as a young man Buckingham played a conspicuous part in royal weddings and the reception of ambassadors and foreign princes, ‘dazzling observers by his sartorial splendour’. At the wedding of Henry VII’s then eldest son and heir Arthur, Prince of Wales, and Catherine of Aragon in 1501, he is said to have worn a gown worth £1500. He was the chief challenger at the tournament held the following day.

At the accession of King Henry VIII, Buckingham was appointed on 23 June 1509, for the day of the coronation only, Lord High Constable, an office which he claimed by hereditary right. He also served as Lord High Steward at the coronation, and bearer of the crown. In 1509 he was made a member of the King’s Privy Council. On 9 July 1510 he had licence to crenellate his manor of Thornbury, Gloucestershire, and according to Davies rebuilt the manor house as ‘an impressively towered castle’ with ‘huge oriel windows in the living-quarters in the inner court’.

In 1510 Buckingham was involved in a scandal concerning his sister, Anne. After hearing rumours concerning Anne and Sir William Compton, Buckingham found Compton in Anne’s room. Compton was forced to take the sacrament to prove that he and Anne had not committed adultery, and Anne’s husband, George Hastings, 1st Earl of Huntingdon, sent Anne away to a convent 60 miles distant from the court. There is no extant evidence establishing that Anne and Sir William Compton were guilty of adultery. However in 1523 Compton took the unusual step of bequeathing land to Anne in his will, and directing his executors to include her in the prayers for his kin for which he had made provision in his will.

From June to October 1513 Buckingham served as a captain during Henry VIII’s invasion of France, commanding 500 men in the ‘middle ward’. About 1517 he was one of twelve challengers chosen to tilt against the King and his companions, but excused himself on the ground that he feared to run against the King’s person. He and his wife, Eleanor, attended the Field of the Cloth of Gold in 1520.

Although Buckingham was appointed to commissions of the peace in 1514 and charged, together with other marcher lords, with responsibility for keeping order in south Wales, he was rebuked by the King in 1518 for failing to achieve the desired results. According to Davies, in general Buckingham exercised little direct political influence, and was never a member of the King’s inner circle.

Buckingham fell out dramatically with the King in 1510, when he discovered that the King was having an affair with the Countess of Huntingdon, the Duke’s sister and wife of the 1st Earl of Huntingdon. She was taken to a convent sixty miles away. There are some suggestions that the affair continued until 1513. However, he returned to the King’s graces, being present at the marriage of Henry’s sister, served in Parliament and being present at negotiations with Francis I of France and Charles V, Holy Roman Emperor.

Buckingham was one of few peers with substantial Plantagenet blood and maintained numerous connections, often among his extended family, with the rest of the upper aristocracy, which activities attracted Henry’s suspicion. During 1520, Buckingham became suspected of potentially treasonous actions and Henry VIII authorised an investigation. The King personally examined witnesses against him, gathering enough evidence for a trial. The Duke was finally summoned to Court in April 1521 and arrested and placed in the Tower. He was tried before a panel of 17 peers, being accused of listening to prophecies of the King’s death and intending to kill the King. He was executed on Tower Hill on 17 May. Buckingham was posthumously attainted by Act of Parliament on 31 July 1523, disinheriting most of his wealth from his children.

Guy (1988) concludes this was one of the few executions of high personages under Henry VIII in which the accused was “almost certainly guilty”. However Sir Thomas More complained that the key evidence from servants was hearsay.

Buckingham’s literary patronage included two translations, a printed translation of Helyas, Knyghte of the Swanne, which he commissioned in 1512, and A Lytell Cronicle, a translation of an account of the Middle East which he may have commissioned in 1520 in connection with his proposed pilgrimage to Jerusalem.

In 1488 Henry VII had suggested a marriage between Buckingham and Anne of Brittany, but in December 1489 the executors of Henry Percy, 4th Earl of Northumberland, paid the King £4000 for Buckingham’s marriage to Percy’s eldest daughter Eleanor (d. 1530). They had a son and three daughters:

Lord Henry Stafford, 1st Baron Stafford (18 September 1501 – 30 April 1563), who married Ursula Pole, daughter of Sir Richard Pole by his second wife, Margaret, Countess of Salisbury, daughter of George, Duke of Clarence.

Lady Elizabeth Stafford, Duchess of Norfolk (c. 1497 – 30 November 1558), who married, as his second wife, before 8 January 1513, Thomas Howard, 3rd Duke of Norfolk.

Lady Katherine Stafford (c. 1499 – 14 May 1555), who married Ralph Neville, 4th Earl of Westmorland.

Lady Mary Stafford, the youngest daughter, who married, about June 1519, as his third wife, George Neville, 5th Baron Bergavenny.

Buckingham is also said to have had three illegitimate children: George Stafford, Henry Stafford, Margaret Stafford (c. 1511 – 25 May 1537), whom Buckingham married to his ward, Thomas Fitzgerald of Leixlip, half-brother to the Earl of Kildare.

La France

January 10, 2015 1 Comment

I was lucky to find an apartment to rent in Paris in Montmartre.  The landlord lived in Belgium, and the local woman who managed and cleaned the flat lived in the same block.  This was long before Air bnb, but I found the place to be perfect for me.  My block was a highly Arabic space, including an Egyptian convenience mart on the main floor of my building. I shopped there first, finding all kinds of delights and basic grocery items.  All the merchants, particularly the Egyptian grocer, were helpful and ultra polite.  My metro stop was Barbès – Rochechouart, right in front of a large Tati store. Tati is a Parisian version of a low price emporium.  Since they are French, rather than have a giant “big box” arrangement, they have zillions of tiny specific departments, from which you must pay and check out before proceeding.  I had a hysterical incident at that Tati store when I tried to buy paper plates from a Chinese guy who spoke French about as well as I did (pas bien).  I was using the word plate, which he translated into prepared dish of food .  He told me many times they did not have what I wanted, but I persisted.  Finally he showed me plastic replicas of food, toys for kids.  This showed me what had gone wrong and I managed to score those paper plates. I never felt threatened or out-of-place in my neighborhood, although I was experiencing the rare feeling of being a minority.  I always heard French people were snooty, but I did not notice any of that.  They even seemed to like to speak English when they had the chance.

When I think of the city of lights in the current state of shock I know I would be afraid to be there now.  In fact, the last time I had reserved that Montmartre flat for a holiday I canceled and forfeited my rent because 9/11 had occurred and I felt uncertain about being single and American in my old neighborhood.  My French had not improved and I did not see the reason to risk arriving and feeling unsafe.  Like other cities where I had created beautiful and lasting memories I let it Paris go as a destination.  I remain attached to the places and the experiences, even to the people whose names I never learned.  Paris stays in my heart as sophisticated, artful, cosmopolitan, highly civilized and full of history.  Recent events leave La France in trauma, in need of healing.  I can’t say I feel the pain of the French people, but I do feel terrible loss.  Parisians had managed to live in harmony with all kinds of ethnic and cultural deviations.  Their cosmopolitan way of seeing the world served as a foundation for tolerance.  The city has lost an innocence that can’t be replaced.  The world grieves. Cartoonists reach into their deepest wells of talent and art to express outrage.  The next New Yorker cover will depict the Eiffel Tower with a pencil top to show defiance.  France has elevated the meaning of art for centuries.  Freedom of expression is essential to the regular French citizen.  This may be a time when art and politics merge for the better.  In the words of Jean Paul Sartre, “There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.”

#ROW80 Writing Challenge

January 5, 2015 11 Comments

winter writing challenge

winter writing challenge

I just read in a fellow blogger’s post about the ROW80 challenge. I have just started a practice to improve my writing by creating poetry and art.  I had not planed to commit to a daily routine, but I am finding that starting the creative day by drawing, editing photos, and making visual art I am more likely to be observant for the day. Observant includes in this case a full attention to detail as I go through my life, and easy flawless observance of boundaries I have set.  Since the group is making personal goals a shared conversation, observant will also mean that I pay attention to my fellow writers and the way they express themselves.  This idea arrived at a most propitious time, since 80 days of tracking my goal of a more poetic life will give me a good jump start to a full time practice.  I look forward to learning how other people contribute to this exercise.

Observe and Grow are the key words for my goal.  I hope to grow my vocabulary, my skills, and my creativity by publishing art and poetry.  By observing the world, as well as my dreams, I will find richer, more vibrant subjects.  I tend to be a scribe, writing just the facts, and supporting the facts with some photo documentation.  I still enjoy that, but feel I could do some story telling, humor, and abstract sound pieces if I develop my poetic sense.  I want to see where poetry leads me.  I am not seeking approval for the work as much as I am wondering what will happen when I apply myself.

For the next 80 days I will observe what happens when I write a poem each day.  This is an adventure I will share. It will include:

  • dream diary work to bring images into daily life
  • reading poetry
  • visiting the U of A Poetry Center
  • developing photography and art to inspire my poetic sense

It is my desire to explore a different way of using the written word.  I think it will open new doors for my self expression.  I also believe my daily life will be enriched by looking for poetic subject matter.  I publish my art and poetry on my Tumblr blog, The Flow.

winter writing challenge

winter writing challenge

Full Moon Release Ceremony for the Wolf Moon

January 4, 2015 2 Comments

Full Moon Blessings for the Wolf Moon

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Full Moon Release Ceremony for the Wolf Moon-Click Picture For ArticleIt is a New Year and time to set your intentions for this year by the light of the moon. For many people the Wolf Moon holds deep meaning and this is a good time to let your inner wolf howl!

Every new moon that comes around I use as a checkpoint for my life. The new moon is about starting with an empty clean slate; it is the conception of an idea to become birthed into life with the coming full moon. I do this just like thousands of others have for literally thousands of years.

There are many different ways to do a Full Moon release. You do not have to be outside to perform this release!  Here are some of my favorites!

Write down all of the things

that you would like to release

on a piece of paper

Grab a pot, use a fireplace or something…

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Three Word Exercise

January 1, 2015 6 Comments

fruit salad

fruit salad

Chris Brogan has announced his 3 words for 2015.   This annual challenge is an alternative to the classic resolution style.  I have done it with success, and also done it when I forgot my words entirely.  Like anything else, persistence is needed for results too occur.  I am pleased with my own choices this year, patience, persistence, and poetry.  They have meaning across the board to upgrades I aspire to make.  I plan to use them liberally throughout the year.  I also plan to use Brother Brogan’s words to apply to a specific change I am making in my household.  There is no rule that says you can’t admire and swipe other people’s words if they suit you.  His words work for my new world of menu planning.  I have become convinced that improvisation is not the best way forward with nutrition.  It has served me well, and I am healthy.  I want to develop the skills and the results of managing our home kitchen like a chef with a restaurant. I know that planning and balance will bring lower costs and higher quality nutrition to our diet.   We will waste less produce and use the freezer to make the most of what we buy.  This new discipline fits perfectly with the words I am appropriating from Brother Brogan for this project.

His words are:

  • Plan –I don’t know why I resist planning menus or food prepping.  I believe it is a silly idea about authority and total creativity.  I will not be less creative when I add the layer of planing, prepping, and shopping specifically for a menu.  It is exactly like planning a travel itinerary carefully and precisely so that serendipity and improvisation can take place.  I am devoting a calendar to the menu project, as I used to do with my travel agenda for the year.  The trip to better nutrition has been launched.
  • Leverage–My guru of this whole idea, Dr. Loretta Standley, publishes a very helpful and concise guide for healthy habits in her Activities of Daily Living segment.  One of the six categories she covers daily is food prepping.  I am pretty good with all the other 5 categories, and I see exactly why this is a great practice.  The idea of cooking once and making many dishes to use/freeze leverages time, ingredients, and energy.   On Dr. Loretta’s advice I am systematically clearing out the freezer and arming myself with labels to track the contents in the future.  It is so simple, yet I have never done it.  My favorite piece of advice on this subject she has given lately is All or Nothing—meaning either make the amount you will eat right now, leaving nothing to store, or have a plan (see word number one) to use and freeze the excess.  Brilliant!!!! Why have I not done this???
  • Fabric–This is where the effort and attention to balance create a strong, nutritious, gourmet experience.  I enjoy trying new recipes and ethnic ingredients imported from elsewhere.  By planning and leveraging my ingredients and my time I will make a structure that supports our health and well being.  Chris talks about weaving strength into his business by staying healthy and fit.  The menu planning and food prepping not only provide superior dining options at home, but free up time for other activities.  It is an infrastructure that supports our health and fitness, as well as our time management.  Planning and prepping are the warp.  Creativity, availability, and improvisation are the weft of our 2015 diet.

Thanks, as always, for your guidance, Chris.  I am happily applying your words to my advantage this year.  I have loved your teaching since Trust Agents.  I hope your words will be fabulous for you as well.  All the best in 2015.