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Farm to Table Dinner at Zona 78

July 15, 2013

Last night we attended our first farm to table dinner in Tucson. Zona 78 prepared a fresh and exotic menu featuring produce from Sleeping Frog Farms in the San Pedro valley.  Four courses featuring produce were presented, along with a delicious berry cocktail or a glass of wine.  All of our expectations were exceeded, from service, presentation, variety, to innovation.  If you have not tired Zona 78 or Sleeping Frog Farms produce, I highly recommend that you do.  We hope the farm to table dinners will become a regular feature because it is an extraordinary way to dine and expand horizons.  We met cool people and discovered new cuisine, which is exactly our style.

We were pleased and happy to taste and enjoy such creative innovative cuisine.

James Hamblen, London to Barnstable

July 14, 2013

Most of the colonial British families settling in Barnstable, MA came from London.  My 10th great-grandfather arrived in 1639, and is buried there.  H probably left England because of religious persecution, the usual.  He survived to a very ripe old age in his new country, and his grave can be located today.

James Hamblen, so far as has been ascertained, was the first of the name who settled in America.  He came from London and settled in Barnstable, Massachusetts, in the Spring of 1639.  Of his earlier life very little has been learned; records exist, however, from which some traces of him are supposed to have been discovered.The name of Hamblen appears frequently in th records of Plymouth Colony.  The first mention is “March 1, 1741-2.  James Hamblen was propounded for Freeman.”March 15, 1657, James Hamblen served on inquest on the body of a child, Simeon Davis.June 3, 1657, James Hamblen was sick and could not serve on the Grand Enquest.The name of James Hamblen appears in the list of Freemen of Barnstable in 1658.June 7, 1670, James Hamblen served on Grand Enquest; same day he was member of a trial jury.May 29, 1670, James Hamblen, Juni, and James Hamblen Seni, in list of Freeman.March 6, 1671, James Hamblen served on a jury.June 3, 1679, James Hamblen served on a jury in the case betgween Capt. John Williams and Edward Jenkins.July 7, 1681, James Hamblen served on juries.July 6, 1682, James Hamblen summoned to serve on a jury, and served.In the list of Freemen of Barnstable for 1689, among others appear the names of James Hamblen, James Hamblen, Jr., John Hamblen, Eleazar Hamblen.

James Hamblen (1606 – 1690)

is my 10th great grandfather
son of James Hamblen
son of Eleazer Hamblen
son of Isaac Hamblin
daughter of Eleazer Hamblin
daughter of Sarah Hamblin
daughter of Mercy Hazen
son of Martha Mead
son of Abner Morse
son of Daniel Rowland Morse
son of Jason A Morse
son of Ernest Abner Morse
I am  the daughter of Richard Arden Morse

From: Geneological and Personal History of the Allegheny Valley, Pennsylvania. By John Woolf Jordan. Lewis Historical Pub. Co., 1913 – 1162 pages:

James Hamlin (Hamblen) was living in London, England, in 1623. He came to New England and settled in Barnstable, Massachusetts, where he was a proprietor. He was admitted a freeman March 1, 1641-1642 and was on the list of those able to bear arms in 1643. He was a town officer. He married Ann.

GENEALOGICAL NOTES OF BARNSTABLE FAMILIES. James Hamlen was admitted a freeman of the Colony, and in 1643 was constable of the town of Barnstable. The usual spelling is Hamblin, but the descendants of James are not uniform. Eleazer, the great-grandfather of Vice President Hamlin, dropped the e as a useless letter, and his descendants have continued to do so. Family of James Hamblen. His son James and daughter Hannah were probably born in England, his other children in Barnstable. James.Hannah. Bartholemew, 11th April, 1642, bap. April 24. John, 26th June, 1644, bap. June 30. Sarah, 7th Nov. 1647, bap. same day. Eleazer, 17th March, 1649-50, bap. same day.Israel, 25th June, 1652, bap. same day. This record shows that Goodman Hamblen was very exact in the performance of what he believed to be a religious duty, that none of his children should die unbaptized.

Ruby Taylor on Racism

July 14, 2013

“The greatness of a community is most accurately measured by the compassionate actions of its members, a heart of grace, and a soul generated by love.”
Coretta Scott King

I know a very special woman through social media named Ruby Taylor.  She lives in Lancaster, PA, a town I knew well because I spent a year going to boarding school in Lititz, PA.  She has a wonderful attitude, but the reason she caught my attention is that my mother’s name is Ruby Taylor.  I study my ancestors to learn about ethical will and history.  This week I thought about slavery in terms of my slave owning ancestor who ran away to Florida with her slaves in order to be in Spain in the 1700’s.  She actually bought and sold slaves in Florida.  This is heavy, and I can picture the whole crazy trip. Meanwhile the Zimmerman verdict was delivered in Florida.  Much ado…

The most profoundly wise statement of the day came from Ruby Taylor:

“Truth the prosecutor did a poor job preparing the case and in his closing statement proved the case for the defense.Next we need to be just as vocal when people in the inner cities kill black children no matter the race.My brother Daniel Tyrone Taylor was shot in the head and murdered by a black boy at the age of 16 years old. So, to me murder is murder no matter the race.We have a justice system and whether you agree or not justice was served. Justice does not mean the verdict is what we want. Justice mean the case was heard in court and the jury made a decision based on the evidence.My view and my truth.Be mad at violence and the lost of life not just because the person holding the gun was white.The family can bring a wrongful death lawsuit against Zimmerman and the proof and evidence is much less.I just do not want justice for Trayvon I want justice for every child black, white, and/or hispanic who is murdered. Justice and protection for all children.Good Night!”
Word!
Being mad at violence is the only rational reaction.  Ruby Taylor of Lancaster, I sincerely hope we are blood relatives.  Ruby Lee Taylor of Humble, TX changed her middle name to Lea because she didn’t really want to be named for Robert E., but you can never change your ancestry or the part your family played in history.  You can learn from their mistakes which was the entire purpose of the mistakes.  Justice and violence don’t mix, gentle readers. Let us all find ways to reduce violence in the world.  Ruby says smiling counts, and I am absolutely sure that she is right about that.

Floating

July 13, 2013 2 Comments

raft floating

raft floating

floatation devices

floatation devices

deep end with supervision

deep end with supervision

experimenting

experimenting

free time

free time

safe and fun

safe and fun

Floating is a pleasant sensation that requires letting go of the edge.  Floating has a lot to do with breathing;if you think about it it is obvious.  Inflation of the lungs floats the thoracic cavity.  Body fat floats very nicely, so having the right distribution is helpful to effortless floatation. Tension will sink the body, so this effort to attain emptiness and nothingness is impossible to fake.  Most people reflexively hold their breath in water, and are unaware of their breathing altogether.  Athletic muscular people often can’t swim very far because they exchange very little oxygen with shallow breathing.  Tension and fatigue set in quickly when you have no air to use during an aerobic activity.  Fully exhaling underwater is the first step to doing everything else you ever want to do in water for the rest of your life.  Once you know you can exhale, and have changed your reflex by blowing bubbles each time your face is in the water you have begun to take control of the situation.  Since there is a natural fear factor, this is not so much an intellectual practice as a physical one.

Teaching a young child to float, blow bubbles, and eventually swim is a chance to instill confidence and self esteem. Both parent and child develop confidence and build trust during this important introduction to a dangerous environment in which they can easily drown.  Fear is entirely appropriate for non swimmers around water, no matter how old they may be.  A parent or teacher’s job in showing young children the pleasures of swimming and water sports is to draw clear safety guidelines.  Adults must set boundaries, define rules, and perhaps for the first time in a kid’s young life, assign appropriate punishment for violating pool or lesson rules.  Even if kids are good strong swimmers they can potentially be injured or injure others if left without any supervision or guidelines. In order to preserve the joy and fun in visiting the pool or lake use common sense:

  • Never assume another adult is watching the kids.
  • Balance practice time with free play time.
  • Teach games that challenge level of skill with risk (boundaries clearly set).
  • Encourage stroke or diving practice early in the session, not when the student is tired.
  • Understand you are modeling risk assessment more than anything.
  • End before dehydration and mayhem ensue.
  • Use all kinds of floatation devices to stay safe as well as comfortable

The same rules apply for adult swimmers.  Pace yourself and stay safe.  Doing nothing but floating on your back in the water taking deep breaths can become easy, but it requires complete focus.  Start in shallow water and work up to going deeper.  Like the backbend in yoga, the trust fall into water requires a level of confidence that can only be acquired through practice.

Bigamy in Oswego

July 12, 2013 3 Comments

My great-grandfather, Edward Scott, was the telegraph operator in Oswego, KS.  His first wife, my great-grandmother, divorced him for having another family.  He was born in Ohio, the son of a Civil War veteran. His mother, Maria Pendergrass moved to Kansas with Edward after her husband died.  He and Sarah Helena married and  had four daughters together, the last daughter born in 1905.  By then Edward already had a son who had been born in 1902, with his other woman, Edna.  Edna and Edward married in 1909 and lived in Oswego until he died.  This must have been a major scandal at that time. Labette, where is daughters lived is very close to Oswego.  I can’t imagine how he could keep this situation secret for very long.  Somehow my great-grandmother was able to get a teaching job and make ends meet.  She managed to get my grandmother through undergraduate school with a teaching degree before she married my grandfather. That seems like a big deal at the turn of the century.  I don’t know if he saw his daughters after the divorce or not.  He is one of the black sheep never mentioned.

Edward Ewing Scott (1874 – 1941)

is my great grandfather
Olga Fern Scott (1897 – 1968)
daughter of Edward Ewing Scott
Richard Arden Morse (1920 – 2004)
son of Olga Fern Scott
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Richard Arden Morse

Valley Forge, Gettysburg, and the Heinz Factory

July 12, 2013 5 Comments

My memories of childhood are sketchy at best, but I recall some field trips taken by school or scouts around the Pittsburgh area.  When Teresa Heinz Kerry was mentioned in the news recently my mind instantly flashed back to the vinegar floor of the Heinz factory.  Much more intense than all other floors, all the people wearing special gear, this aroma burned right into the brain as we ran to the next floor..ketchup, pickles or something.  I have a strong memory of the noisy metal stairs and the warning about the vinegar before the tour began.  We always wondered about the people who worked on the vinegar floor full time. After the tour we all received plastic green Heinz pickle pins, much prized.  I think I still have mine, someplace.

I have to say that Gettysburg and Valley Forge are a total blank in my memory.  I think we went to them on the PA Railroad, and maybe we went when the leaves had color.  I don’t remember anything about how they looked, but am sure there were cannons involved.  George Washington….Abraham Lincoln….I am not sure that I really differentiated all that well at the time between presidents of the United States or wars in history.  There was no smell associated with these battle fields visits.  There must have been a strong attempt to educate, but it couldn’t compare to the pungent vinegar floor, where we learned where our food was made and got pickle pins.  I was nostalgic upon learning  that Heinz does not make anything in Pittsburgh any more.  Factories are no longer  the economic engine of the ‘burgh.  Now it is health care, like Blue Cross and hospitals; of course the petroleum industry is booming in western PA.  Iron City repurposed, no steel, no coal, no ketchup…..it will never smell the same. The connection between olfactory senses and memory is a strong one.

Sara Holt and the Slave Archetype

July 12, 2013 3 Comments

In my tree I have several ancestors who owned slaves in America. When your family has owned slaves, you are forever affected by that history.  The slave archetype is a very interesting symbol.  I had not considered the aspects that can both teach and menace.  The ultimate slavery is full surrender to the divine.  One’s own will is sacrificed to the divine will in order to be fully enlightened.  Military discipline requires following orders without question. We don’t think of soldiers as slaves, but there is an aspect of it in the lack of choices.  Some are slaves to substance abuse or systems of belief.  This slavery may seem completely voluntary, but cultural pressure might be a strong factor. The positive slave archetype is the monk who devotes his life to divine providence.  The shadow aspect of the slave today is the person who gives up choices, such as cult activity.  Choice involves individuation. Following the script of the collective consciousness today without question is slavery.

My 6th great -grandmother, Sara Holt, was from a family that came to Virginia in 1620, so slavery probably was always part of their existence, like most colonials.  She and her husband from Northern Ireland owned slaves and lived in a fancy style:

Sarah Truly, A Mississippi Tory By Madel Jacobs Morgan

The Journal of Mississippi History, Vol. XXXVII, No. 1, February, 1975

One of the most loyal advocates of the rule of King George III of England was Sarah Truly, a resident of the Old Natchez District when it was a province of Spain.  She came to the Natchez District from Amelia County, Virginia, where she lived in comfortable circumstances with her husband Hector and their seven children: John, James, Bennet, Eleanor, Sarah, Judith and Martha (Patsey).   It can be deduced from Hector’s will, which was probated in 1761, that the Trulys pursued life in the cavalier tradition.  Daughter Eleanor rode sidesaddle on her own bay mare, Hector owned slaves, and he had a “complete distillery”.   He had, as well, three hundred acres of land, two prayer books, four testaments, two hymnals and “one other book”.

As Revolutionary sentiment took root and spread, the position of Sarah Truly and the other Tidewater Virginia loyalists became less and less tenable.  At the close of the decade following Hector’s death, Sarah and her brothers Dibdal and David Holt took positive action to improve their situation.   Having learned of the rich lands along the Mississippi River which the British were making available for colonization, they began investigating the possibilities of a move.  One of the Holts went to British West Florida in 1770 to consult with the governmental authorities about lands.   He returned to Virginia; then, along with his brother and a neighbor, Robert Montford, he came back to West Florida the following year on another scouting trip.

Along with her brothers, the Widow Truly made preparations for the long journey southward.  “Refusing to be a traitor to my king,” she said later, “and not wanting to live at enmity with my neighbors, I sought a home under the Spanish flag.”

Six of her children came south with Sarah Truly, John remained in Virginia.  Her three brothers, David, John and Dibdal, accompanied her, as did a son-in-law, Francis Spain (Eleanor’s husband), the Spain children, and the slaves.  If their caravan followed the route described by other migrants of that time, they traveled overland through the Cumberland Gap and across what is now Kentucky, where they paused to build a flatboat to embark on the Ohio River, floating on to the Mississippi and thence downstream to West Florida.

Seventeen hundred and seventy-three was the date of their arrival in West Florida.  The first grant of land to Sarah Truly was most likely in one of the Feliciana Parishes of Louisiana, and it has been said that Bayou Sarah was named for her.  She soon moved to a site north of Fort Panmure in the Natchez District.

The Widow was beset with difficulties from the start.  The first year, she and her family were all sick and could not make a crop.  She was obliged to sell a negro to buy provisions.  In 1774, the younger son, Bennett, was hired by a neighbor, Mr. Lum, to row his boat up the river—his pay to be in corn for the use of the family.  On arriving upriver, Bennett found the hunting good and instead of returning home, he remained four years.

In 1775, son James took his departure.  He returned to Virginia to fight with his native colony against the crown.  By this action James not only left the Widow Truly without the help of either of her sons, but placed her in the deplorable situation of acknowledging herself the mother of a Revolutionary soldier.

In 1778, both of the boys had reappeared on the scene.  Bennett returned to find Sarah engaged in getting her corn crop planted.  Instead of staying close by to lend assistance, he betook himself off to the bright lights of Natchez.  There he stayed wntil the fall of 1778 when he went off on another hunt.  But this hunt was of shorter duration.  Bennett and those with him were captured by James Willing, the American officer–and a resident of the Natchez District–who was then raiding, pillaging, and recruiting on behalf of the American Army.   Bennett was taken to New Orleans but soon came back home to his mother; and, Loyalist that he was, he enlisted in the local militia.

In the meantime, James Truly had returned from Virginia the the Natchez country in 1778, still a Revolutionary.  He immediately made himself useful to the American cause by acting as a guide for Willing when he arrived at the Natchez landing in mid-Feburary with a company of American soldiers.

In 1779, the Widow had son Bennett at home.  In her own words, Bennett “came to my house and worked with my lands and finished the crop with my three slaves.”  Out of the proceeds of that crop, she paid off $300.00 in debts that Bennett had contracted in the neighborhood.

The following year Bennett seems to have been somewhat more dependable.  She put him in charge of her crop, and with the help of four slaves he cleared 3,000 pounds of tobacco.  It seemed as though things  might be looking up for the Widow Truly.  Bennett was at home and working, and the crop was good.  Unfortunately for all concerned, Bennett came up with the idea of building a grist mill in partnership with one George Fourney.  Sarah, who could see through such schemes, was expected to provide the capital for this venture–an idea of which she heartily disapproved.  As later attested by Sarah’s daughter and granddaughter, Eleanor and Tabitha Spain, the Widow considered Fourney unreliable; and Bennett had not yet proved himself capable of carrying out such an ambitious project.  In other words, Sarah had no desire to have a mill stone around her neck.  Irrepressible Bennett went on with his plans, however, in spite of the objections and scoldings from his mother.

There was another complication!  The sight of the English flag over Fort Panmure no longer gladdened Sarah’s heart.  In its place waved the golden lions of Spain, for the Natchez district had been surrendered to Galvez when he captured Baton Rouge in1779.

No sooner had the English garrison evacuated Fort Panmure to the Spanish than Anthony Hutchins and John Blommart began plotting to recapture the Natchez District for the English.  They were aided and abetted by the Widow Truly.  She was a mere woman and has thus far received scant notice of historians, but the testimonials by her Natchez District neighbors vouch for the fact that she did all she could to assist the English cause and deal misery to the Spaniards.

When Galvez withdrew his heavy artillery to Pensacola, to bombard the British stronghold there, the Loyalist element in the Natchez District made plans for a revolt.  Their plans came to fruition in 1781. While one group of the Loyalists took up their position at the house of John Rowe (Row, Rault) in plain view of Fort Panmure, another group was ensconced in a blockhouse especially built for the occasion by Madame Truly.   The so-called rebels who took refuge in the blockhouse on the Truly holdings prepared themselves for a seige and even dug a well so that water would be plentiful.  This well was later the subject of much controversy, for it seems that Bennett had contracted with Thomas Rule to dig a well on Sarah’s plantation, giving him a horse in payment.  Before Rule could dig the well, the “rebels” encamped in the blockhouse dug it.  A year later Sarah sued Rule for the price of the horse, charging that he did not fulfil his contract.  The court ordered Rule to fulfil his contract by digging a well as originally specified.  Thus, we can be reasonably sure that in spite of other vicissitudes she may have encountered, the Widow Truly spent the last days of her life well watered.

With the capture of Pensacola by Galvez and the arrival of a Spanish force at Natchez, the revolt collapsed (in May, 1781).  The insurgents scattered in every direction.  Some, led by Anthony Hutchins, went overland to Savannah and thence to England.  Some struck into the wilderness where they joined a robber band.  Another group became Spanish prisoners and were taken to Spanish headquarters at New Orleans.  It is a matter of record that Sarah Truly made a quick trip to New Orleans in 1781.  Whether she went there in the interest of her land holdings or was called up before the Spanish authorities for her part in the counter revolution against them is a matter for conjecture.  She left at home two of her daughters, Eleanor Spain and Patsey Truly and a granddaughter, Tabitha Spain.  Also at home was Bennett whose gristmill project had been interrupted by the revolt.  But while Sarah journeyed down the river to New Orleans, Bennett rounded up George Fourney; and they slyly took advantage of the widow’s absence to complete the gristmill.

Upon leaving New Orleans, Sarah embarked for home by rowboat.  She “encouraged the hands to row briskly” saying that they should have plenty of meat when they reached home.  A trip to New Orleans by rowboat would be an ordeal at best, but in May with intense heat added to the humidity of the river swamps, not to mention the abundant insect life that thrives in such conditions, it must have been almost unbearable.  Worn and exhausted and accompanied by the hungry crew, the Widow reached home expecting a feast.  She found only two pieces of meat in the house.  She went into a rage.  Eleanor, Tabitha and Patsey wrung their hands.  When the Widow inquired of the three girls what had become of the meat,  one can imagine the violence of her reaction on being told that Bennett had given it to George Fourney, his partner in the gristmill.

Sarah Truly lived for ten years after this unfortunate episode, and it was her fortune to spend the entire time under Spanish rule.  From the court records we learn that she spent much of her remaining time before the bar of justice—suing, being sued and testifying as wittness.  The Spanish governors seemingly bore her no ill will for having taken arms against them, and she was always treated with the greatest consideration.  Her name is mentioned in more than forty different places in Spanish court records, indicating that she was a woman of diverse interests.  She loaned money, she bought and sold slaves, she dealt in lands.  Various witnesses testified that she “cursed” and “scolded”.  No one could deny that Sarah Truly was a woman of spirit.

Her children settled close around her, forming a sizeable clan of Trulys and their kin.  James married Elizabeth Burch, a widow, and they brought up an interesting family at Truly’s Flat in what is now Jefferson County.  Irrepressible Bennett married Mary Lum.  Always on the lookout for a good investment, Bennett became interested in a cotton gin and in 1796 we note that he was hauled into court for turning out inferior cotton.  Eleanor Spain and her family lived in Jefferson County.  Judith married a Holstein and she was in England in 1796.

Two of the Truly girls, first Sarah and after her death, Patsey, were married to Captain Richard Harrison who was noted for his services in the American Revolution when he served as a courier for George Rogers Clark.  The Harrison home, Auburn House, still stand in Jefferson County.

Age finally caught up with Sarah Truly, and she was “infirm and weak” on March 15, 1792, when she made her will.  She left her “beloved son Bennett” a slave “Annico”, who had two children, and one large looking glass.  To daughter Eleanor Spain went her prized feather bed and furniture.  To daughter Martha Harrison went her scissors and thimble.  The residue of her estate was to be divided among James, Bennett and Eleanor.  Then passed from the scene a forceful character and gallant pioneer–a woman of loyalty and courage.

That many of her traits passed down to her children there is little doubt.  As a fitting sequel to her tempestuous life, we note a paragrapg appended to her will which begins as follows:  “7 May 1793.  Whereas a controversy has arisen between the heirs of the late Sarah Truly, concerning the division of her estate…..”

Sarah Holt (1740 – 1792)

is my 6th great grandmother
son of Sarah Holt
daughter of James Truly
daughter of Elizabeth Betsy Truly Payne Darden
daughter of Minerva Truly Darden
daughter of Sarah E Hughes
son of Lucinda Jane Armer
daughter of George Harvey Taylor
I am the daughter of Ruby Lee Taylor

Triberr Rules

July 11, 2013 2 Comments


I value my Triberr membership very highly, and love the opportunity to invite the world to join us. I invite artistic Tumblrs to come on over to see how I Tumble in the Artistic Expressions tribe. I have not promoted this arty little place in the world, but hope other expressive folks will drop by with some art to share.  The benefits of Triberr compound themselves daily.  Deep appreciation goes out to Dino, Dan, and Andres for both getting this party started, and improving it all the time.  Thanks for the t shirt. I wear it with pride.

Middle Class as History Lesson

July 10, 2013 3 Comments

The vanishing middle class in America is the subject of much discussion. In fact, tonight some of the internet’s finest minds will tweet brilliant ideas in a twitter chat on this subject.  How the advent of technology has reduced the need for big workforces that manufacturing employed in the past is part of our political history and our new economy. Pros and cons can be weighed, but there is nobody who believes our economic policies have not grown a very wealthy upper class with extrme privilege  at the expense of the rest of the population.  Our great divide grows larger each minute providing tax breaks, and a dream environment for big business while poverty grips our children and our elderly.  The new fat cat is fat indeed.  A generation of wealth has been wiped out and shifted to the wealthiest and most powerful of our citizens.

I had the pleasure of meeting Bill Moyers several times when I worked at fancy spas.  He was a spa bunny.   He is more charming in person than I ever imagined, quickly running to the top of my favorite celebrity list.  I learned one time talking with him down in Mexico that his mother was from Texas, like mine.  They both had the same first name, Ruby.  His mom, however, was named Ruby Jewel.  Wow.  Last night on Charlie Rose his interview reminded me of all the reasons I love him, but it also taught me that we were both in Austin when he was working for LBJ and I was protesting LBJ.  It’s like we’re connected.

Free Freedom

July 9, 2013 3 Comments

amaryllis

amaryllis

sunflower

sunflower

cactus

cactus

sunflwoer

sunflwoer

ice plant

ice plant

iris

iris

sunflower

sunflower

hollyhock

hollyhock

bee balm

bee balm

sunflowers

sunflowers

Our relative freedom is under our control. We are sometimes the prisoners in our very own jail of procrastination, judgment, and something we call, running around.  We often choose running around our decisions rather than making them, which, by default, makes them.  If we can send armies to fight for freedom in harsh conditions what is stopping us from personally liberating ourselves to feel happy and free?  Here are some places to look for or create more freedom in your life:

  • Decide – No need to be rash, and you can change your mind later, but just do it when you have decisions to make
  • Create – Any act of creation from cooking to sculpture to poetry writing gives us a sense of freedom.  We have made our own.  We do not have to settle for what everyone else has.
  • Move – Sometimes a tragic byproduct of depression or physical discomfort is reluctance to move.  Moving is freedom itself;the more you move and use your body in different ways, the more freedom you feel.  The body responds with greater flexibility and range of motion, which itself feels really good.
  • Choose – Make choices in your daily life to expand the horizon. If you have eaten the same breakfast for years, try something else.  Small changes and personal touches are the essence of freedom. Allow yourself to make new choices for no particular reason. Find your own favorites you have not yet experienced.
  • Allow – Free time is rare and fleeting with the electronic gadgets in hand all day and all night.  Free up some concentrated personal time to be spontaneous and discover new worlds.  Start small and build on this practice.
  • Garden – We may not all be able to grow our own, but visiting gardens and other botanical spaces give us an expansive feeling of being part of nature.  If you put in the hard work it takes to grow some food you like to eat you will be rewarded for those efforts.  Picking your dinner is liberating and empowering.