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This year's Christmas has been quiet - no travel, not a lot of time off... but today has been lovely. Cinnamon buns for breakfast, rain on and off all day, Christmas Story on constant rotation, new video games to explore and new recipes to attempt. As I sit here in our cozy kitchen, my first roast beef is in the oven and it smells heavenly in here. Need to get off my duff soon and make some green beans & yorkshire pudding.

I miss my family today something fierce... As strange as it feels to not be with my mom & pops or my sister, it also feels really right and good to be here with Ajax. I think this will most likely be the one, only and last Christmas we spend just the two of us. Next year we're insisting that Mom & Pops come here (and hopefully other years to follow). And the year after that we'll be parents, God willing. So we're enjoying our sweet time here together. But we miss our families. Sometimes quiet is too quiet.
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I am currently 16 minutes away from my 38th birthday.

Been kind of gloomy and in a funk the past week... I'm blaming it (officially) on insomnia, Ajax's cold, lonely hotel night, unhealthy take-out and lack of exercise. (Oh and Ajax says: "winter blues")

Were I to give you an "unofficial" reason for the general malaise and out of the blue crying it might sound a little like this:
WAH WAH WAH I FEEL OLD (and I never have before and I wish my knee would stop with the creaking and what the hell? I don't look old and if I'm old now I'll be really really old when I have a baby and really really really really old when that baby does anything remotely important like walks or drives or wins the Nobel Peace Prize and then it'll be horrible and my life will be over and and and...)

Yeah.

So I'm sticking by my official reasons.

Winter blues sounds about right.

Also "Full Moon" which apparently is going to wreak havoc on my life... tomorrow.

So happy birthday me.

11 minutes left.

I know I'm being silly and honestly the general bummed-outedness I feel probably IS winter blues and the full moon and bad food and lack of exercise. And let's not forget this week's fun fun fun insomnia. You know - where I either can't fall asleep at all for hours, OR wake up every couple of hours OR just wake up at 3 for no reason and lie there staring at the ceiling fan (and wondering if Ajax would notice if I dusted it while he slept below it... it's really dirty. I should know - I stare at it all fucking night.)

Grrr... insomnia. Been hanging around with Brian and Blue too long - their affliction has obviously rubbed off on me.

8 minutes.

I'm going to keep writing until midnight, so I can both say and write the word "rabbit" at 12:00. Because when I was a kid my Popsicle told me that if you say "rabbit" first thing when you wake up on your birthday you'll have good luck all year long. I've never heard that from anyone else, so he might have been making it up on the spot. (I can see him right now going "who me? make it up? what?")

So in the next 5 minutes I will list all the things I am really truly happy about in my life. (So sue me if it looks a lot like my Thanksgiving list...)

Ajax - I worked a long late day today, very stressy as all week has been at work and when I got home, he cuddled with me on our bed, gave me the convenient "winter blues" reasoning for my tears and let me cry them nonetheless... for a few minutes. Then he made me laugh. He always does that! Darn that Ajax with his smiling eyes and sweet kisses.

Brian moving back here, preferably in our neighborhood. I hadn't really let myself realize how much I missed him until he was here this week. I missed him living here a fucking lot. Damn. So sad he's moving here sans Surlita, but so happy he's coming back to LA.

Mommy & Me class - all those cute babies grinning up at me and sweet moms chatting with me. I am happy everytime I teach that class and see cute little Ava practically doubled-over with delight about the "Wheels on the Bus" song or when Jude or Leela climbs up on the teacher's bench to help me teach.

My house - it's clean (yay!), it's warm and it's cute.

My family - oh my gosh, I could go on for hours... but I have a minute. Literally. Mom & Pops have always provided me with an amazing foundation and example for marriage and for life.

oh!



RABBIT!

I am officially 38.

Can I go to bed now?
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Dear life,

Thank you for being so wonderful. We have the cutest little cottage on a hill overlooking the Hollywood sign and Griffith Park (please grow back fast btw). I have a husband who is sweet and true and funny and great in bed. I have a family who is for the most part healthy and doing well and friends across the globe who I adore. My cats are adorable, lovey and playful. My job is great - challenging, rewarding and interesting. Tonight I got to make a delicious dinner and enjoy it by candlelight with said husband and cats (who sat at the two empty chairs, cuties that they are).

I am so filled with gratitude and happiness, I almost don't know what to do with myself.

I really didn't know life could be this amazing. I always hoped, but wow. I am so very very blessed.

Sighing with joy,
Whimsy

This is a letter I posted in IndieBride tonight. And it's all so true. I love my life. I love my sweet husband and my great family and my funny cats and my cute house and my fun job. I wake up sometimes and just can't believe my luck. A baby will make it even sweeter... soon. Someday. We're talking openly about it. We've made plans. We have a timeline. We're almost there.

In the TMI department I am currently, this very day, ovulating. I've never been as aware of it as I was yesterday. I got an email from a friend that she's 3 1/2 months along with her second. I taught my Mommy & Me class, filled with adorable crawling babies and one of my two favorite moms and kids came - Morgan and Jude. And Morgan is also 3 1/2 months pregnant. It was the first time I was really completely aware of my "ticking clock" I hate that phrase, btw.

About 6 weeks ago I went to the doctor for a yeast infection (I thought - turned out to be the complete opposite: vulva somethingorother, which seems just like a yeast infection but is made 100 times worse by anything you'd do for a yeast infection - AGGHHH!).... anyway. I saw the "new girl" a new nurse practioner - not Dr. Feder or my dear Karin (pron Karinne), midwife and also nurse practioner and also the only person I'd consider NOT having a homebirth for... just so I could go to her birthcenter (I love her THAT much!). Anyway - this new person (annoyingly named Karen, so confusing) let one of those bombs drop. One of those bombs you never ever want to hear when you are over 35 (okay over 37) on the verge of conceiving, but "have a plan" as we do... She said "Don't wait."

Fuck off lady. I would go for it TODAY if I didn't know that it isn't the best time for our family. But we do "have a plan." That plan involves waiting until May to start trying for a myriad of reasons: I can get in a few more months of RISE seminars (at $2K a pop, it's nothing to sneeze at); we can go to Europe when it's not absolutely icey and frigid... those are the reasons. So we'll wait.

The next 5 ovulation cycles will undoutcdbly be frustrating and a little sad for me - so I will use them to be grateful and joyful and happy for my amazing life. And know that each month brings us closer to an even more amazing and beautiful life.

Today I'm attempting to make bouncing babies - an oven-baked pancake that is basically yorkshire pudding but made with butter rather than whatever fat it is that makes yorkshire pudding so dang yummy.

I found a bouncing babies recipe online - I really need my mom's. (hint hint) They're in the oven now and yum - they smell amazing. I've got my lemons (from the tree!!!) and powdered sugar ready (and butter and syrup in case some infidel wants to them that way).

I'm making these bouncing babies - a staple in our house growing up for weekend breakfasts. And it got me thinking about my mom, food and recipes. So this morning I pulled out my sad excuse for a recipe box to see if I had Mom's recipe and I realized that most of the recipes in my little file card box were cut out from the Washington Post back when I lived in DC... you know - 15 YEARS AGO!!! Some of them were interesting - all of them are veggie, most were tofu based. I cleared out some of them (don't eat a lot of tofu these days - soy = bad). I tossed a lot of the recipes and will probably toss a few more later.

Recipes are a lot like a history book - most of the recipes in that box are reminders of a bygone era when I first was becoming vegetarian and when I lived with roommates, not a husband. The recipes in my Mom's big wooden box are like signposts of my childhood - bouncing babies, Andalusion Condiment Soup (takes all day, but oh so fun and oh so good!), that amazing chocolate cake Mom would make for my birthday that was so moist and not overly chocolatey, and which was made for the lame excuse for a birthday party my friends tried to throw me when I turned 17.

As we are now fully into the holiday season, Ajax and I have been talking a lot about traditions - what we want to start for our family, what we want to keep from our own childhood and incorporate and what we want to begin. Thanksgiving will definitely need some tweaking - or more turkey-cooking practice on my end (brine brine brine). We've already marked our calendars to help out at Gobble Gobble Give next year in the morning and cook in the afternoon - I'm already looking forward to doing that.

For Christmas, we're going to do our Christmas CD again (get ready!) and I really look forward to continuing that tradition with our kids as they get older. This is our first Christmas here at our home - just the two of us this year. We're thinking we'll steal Scott & Sue's tradition of a big Christmas Eve dinner so we can left overs on Christmas Day, leaving that day for playing, relaxing and maybe a hike in the park.

For me, holidays are about cooking, but I get overwhelmed with the amount of recipes that are out there in the world to try. I'd like to narrow it down to a few that I master and make every year. The ginger snap crusted sweet potato pie was a good start, but not quite there. The lemon roasted green beans were also close but not quite it. I'd like to find those recipes and get them down pat - I see a future filled with kids helping in the kitchen and I'd like them to call me when they are grown-ups and ask for that recipe I always made... just like I do with my mom!

PS - here is the finished bouncing baby! It was delicious, yes, but not as good as my Moms. Nothing ever is.
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Since one of my first posts on this blog was our Thanksgiving menu I thought I'd do it again:

Turkey roasted with a rosemary/parsley and orange butter (and 'stuffed' with 1/2 an orange, 1/2 a lemon, and a couple sprigs of rosemary from the garden).
Roasting with the little turkey (8 lb!) are potatoes, carrots, parsnips, onion, celery & shallots.
Veggies: Lemon-roasted green beans with Marcona almonds (with lemons from our tree natch!)
Also starring:
Shauna's cornbread
Cranberry Orange relish

For later:
Caramel Sweet Potato Pie with Gingersnap Crust
Marlene's grandma's Brooklyn Cheesecake.

Photos will be posted...

Turkey is in the oven now, dishes are washed. Need to set the table with a clean, non-cat hairy tablecloth, and fresh napkins. Think I'll actually break out the 'nice' silver ware and fancy goblets too. (Hmmmmm... wonder if we have any wine!)

Better get that cornbread going.
And make the dough for the molasses cookies I'll be taking to Mommy & me tomorrow!

I am incredibly grateful for our big kitchen and double oven right about now!
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On this bright and sunny Thanksgiving morning I thought I'd post a photolog of all that I am grateful for.

Here goes...

My husband & my marriage.

My Family:


My friends:




My home:

My kittens:


Every day I thank God for these and all the blessings in my life. I am so lucky, so happy, so blessed.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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And learned how to blow out candles!

More later!

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We're starting to map out our trip to Europe...

The hearts represent places we'd like to go - so far the list is long but exciting:

Frankfurt
Paris (roadtrip?!)
Avignon
Florence
Perugia
Rome
Elba
Venice
Vienna
Prague
Munich

I predict a few nights of being lulled to sleep by the rocking of the train.

I also predict romantic walks along cobble-stone streets, late afternoons lingering over cafe au lait or sachertorte, surprises around every corner and a journey we will remember for the rest of our lives!
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Home again, home again.

Got home on Wednesday and was very happy I was smart enough to book myself a massage for that afternoon - it was well deserved and much needed after so many days on planes, lugging heavy bags about.

All in all the trip was a roaring success - I've since heard from the Snow Assoc. people (the folks who "officially" hired me) and they said I've gotten rave reviews from both the audiences and the field staff! What a sweet compliment!

Some highlights from the trip - an absolutely fun sleepover at Erin's in Hyde Park. Obama works out in her building and was actually IN THE BUILDING while I was there. I didn't see him of course, but still - soooo cool!

Also got to spend Sunday afternoon and night with Grandma. I realized as I was driving to Rockford IL (which, by the way, is not somewhere I ever really need to go again), that I haven't ever gotten one-on-one time with Grandma. Ever. In all the 27 years she's been my grandmother! Turns out she's got a bit of a rebellious streak in her! She told me that she did vote for Obama (Yay Grandma!) and she sounded disappointed that her brother-in-law (my Great- Uncle Henry) probably voted for McCain! She also told me that when she was looking for a car back in the 80's she wanted a forest green car because there weren't a lot on the road and she wanted something unique... she likes to have her own style! I would have to say that was probably the best part of the trip - that night with Grandma. I know I'll most likely not get that opportunity again any time soon and it was really a treat to get to know her without parents and cousins around!

Bummer of the trip was the crap-ass hotel in Rockford. There was no comforter on the bed, no trashcans in the room, the showerhead was so black with mold and mildew I refused to shower there and to top it all off, the towel rack holding the hand towels (which was mounted inexplicably at about 7 feet up) came crashing down onto my head when I pulled a towel off. I couldn't get out of there fast enough!

Now I'm back and watching the smoke from these crazy fires drift across the sky - it's as hot as summer today and it's the 2nd anniversary of Ajax arriving in LA and the start of our life together! We're treating ourselves to a nice dinner tonight and drinks at the Dresden Room afterwards!

Looking around our cute house and feeling Ella asleep on my leg (and Buster asleep on the dining room table - we have obviously lost that battle completely), I am completely overwhelmed with gratitude and pride for the life we have created. I am married to the man of my dreams - a man who supports me, encourages me, loves me utterly, makes me laugh everyday and is in all ways my partner. I am truly so very very blessed.
I'm officially a business traveller. I spent pretty much all day yesterday in airports or on a plane. I love travelling - I love planes and airports and the whole ritual of it. It can get tiring, yeah, but there's something about moving outside of my comfort zone that's really invigorating. Also I really like people watching. And right now I'm down in the much-maligned Bible Belt, soaking up southern accents and sweetness. As a whole, the South often gets a bad rap, but on an individual basis I tend to feel quite happy here - folks are so friendly and warm and oh - you know I love those accents. Picked it right up too... as usual.

Right now I'm posting from the hotel in Little Rock restaurant sports bar watching about 7 different college games and feeling pretty homesick for my Dallas family. (Hook 'em horns!) Across from me is a mom, with her twin girls, dressed alike natch and their grandma who is asking the girls if they'd like some "dee-ip". An older couple watching the game and not talking. A couple of guys drinking beers and eating burgers.

Earlier I did my first RA seminar - talking to some very sweet people about why exercise is so important. I think it went well... I almost left out one part but managed to put it in later in the talk and I don't think I talked too fast. Doing this - being on my own, not knowing anyone (all the other seminar speakers and facilitators know each other) and then teaching... all definitely outside my comfort zone. Big time. But it's really fun! I was really nervous - I haven't been nervous in front of a crowd for a while (well, since the wedding, but that was different!), and it was really interesting to watch my mind roll and rumble as I started. I kept hearing Ajax say "whenever you feel nervous, go slower" and that was the perfect advice! That and remember that a) most of these folks don't exercise and b) I am here to help them get stronger and heal a little.

Okay - lunch is here - more later! I'm off to Chicago for a couple days and then another seminar in Rockford IL and one more in South Carolina before I get to go home. I miss home already!
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Just a little note about money... I've been noticing on various news-ish sites lately (Yahoo Finance, Suze Orman) a disturbing new trend to tell people why they aren't rich or how they have completely and totally fucked up their lives financially. Now granted that last one was just an article about what was, I'm sure, a much more in-depth and enlightening Oprah episode with Suze Orman about things we can do to tighten belts and not freak out during this recession.

Not freak out.

And yet everyone is. It's all over the news, on everyone's lips, it's everywhere.

And not without good reason. But here's the thing - even the people who know better, the "Secret" folks, the "Law of Attraction" devotees are talking about it. Heck, even my boss is holding a special "batten down the hatches" meeting next week. And that's all fine to tighten up a little, not go all crazy with the spending. Except that if everyone stops spending AND keeps talking about how no one has any money, won't we just keep perpetuating that cycle, both physically and energetically?

My dad keeps sending me "Don't panic" emails, which I honestly and truly appreciate. It's sweet and since we both use the same financial advisor, I'm gathering that his "Don't panic" edicts are really coming from her, so it's reassuring too. But the thing is: I'm not panicking. Not actually too worried. Sure we'll eat a few less meals out - we've been doing that anyway. And the new couch we were hoping for (and really do need soon) will wait. But we're both employed, have good job security and have some money in savings and a little more money in stocks.

But at the same time, if we sit in house, scared to spend anything, then it feels like we aren't really contributing to the greater good - isn't the point to at least spend a little so the economy will grow? Personally if I have a meal at Local or Town & Country, I feel like I'm contributing to my local economy. And that feels good - I'm helping to keep a business afloat, I tip well enough to feel like I'm helping out those with less than I have (the servers, because let's face it, waiting tables doesn't net you a lot of dough).

Well, that's my two cents.
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Yesterday Ajax and I did a little spell for success - it was a simple spell, involving lavender oil, and chanting over a yellow candle. Before chanting, we had to hold our candles and visualize our desires, see ourselves receiving whatever it is we wanted to receive, opening a letter or acceptance, or seeing a bigger paycheck, etc etc.

As I held my candle, I realized with some dismay, that I had no definite goal. No concrete thing that had to do with work or career that I could visualize for myself. At first, I was upset by that realization, then looked a little deeper into the feeling of being upset. Moved through it to a place of surrender and asked myself how I do visualize MY LIFE in the next few years.

And what I saw was a happy house, a little chaotic, with toddlers running amok and Ajax and I both juggling home-based jobs and kids. Juggling in a good way - both of us able to be home with our kids whenever possible.

So that's what I wished for - that's what I visualized.

Will you visualize it with me?

It's been a few months... a long long few months filled with joyous events like our beautiful wedding and another wild weird eye & soul-opening trip to Burning Man.

And now it's officially fall. I can tell by the way the fog hangs in the palm trees in the morning. It's making me nostalgic for Virginia or Vermont; for those cool mornings when you didn't really have to do anything for a few hours and the weather made it okay to just curl up and read in bed for a few more hours.

But today I am here to admit something many of you already know:

Hi, my name is Brooke and I am a Facebook addict.

It's true.

It's sad.

But here are some of the good things that have happened because of Facebook:

I got to see recent pictures of Chelsey and the twins (Chelsey will be 18 soon! yikes!). I still miss those kids, even after 4 years.

I have connected with people from college that I wasn't actually that good friends with, but always really liked. And am having lunch with a bunch of them tomorrow!

I discovered that one of my old Woodmont/Swanson/W-L schoolmates lives in LA... and his wife takes my Mommy & Me class. I "officially" met her yesterday, and adore her, and we're all planning to get together for brunch soon! So yay for NEW friendships from old acquaintances.

I keep up with friends I've been missing over the years - friends I've know since kindergarten, or junior high, or high school, or college or even just in other lives here in LA. It's awesome to see that my friend Audra, from those weird years with Candace, just had a baby. A little weird to see that her mobile updates while she was in labor, but such in the modern world we live in! And it was a great way to let a lot of people know in a short amount of time.

But here's why I like Facebook the most right now:
There are folks in my friends list I wasn't necessarily BFF with in high school - some I just plain didn't really like. We had different priorities, or they were prettier/more popular than me and I held it against them, or whatever... But now we're all in our (oh God!) late-30's and I look at photos of them with their kids and wives or husbands and I realize that none of that really mattered. I am truly happy to see these people as adults, smiling with their cute kids and find myself wondering what kind of adult did they turn out to be? Are they someone I could be friends with now? And most of the time the answer's yes. And thankfully I get to have that chance. It's cool.

I was once accused of wanting to hold onto a friendship simply because it was an old friendship, because we'd be friends since we were 6. And my answer to that accusation then (and now) is no - I want to hold onto a friendship that old because it's been a part of my soul for so long that to lose it completely would be like cutting off my little toe. Yes, I may not need my little toe, but it doesn't mean I wouldn't miss it if it were gone.

In the time that I've waxed somewhat poetic about a social network site, the fog has completely lifted off the garden and out of the palm trees, leaving behind a beautiful, clear and crisp morning behind. I was hoping for a cooler day, some time to work in the garden, but that will have to be later, when it cools off a bit. In Southern California it's always summer.
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The last week or so has been rough. Work stress for both of us and a bit of a Hippo decom made the end of last week up until this week rocky and frustrating.

For me, I felt like I was drowning under my new work responsibilities, my old work responsibilities and my personal responsibilities (hotel blocks! registries! ring designs! oh my!)... and the more overwhelmed I felt the more I could feel old patterns of "gotta do everything perfectly, can't complain, just suck it up..." rearing their ugly heads.

And okay, it didn't help that I was PMS-ing bigtime and having not really had bad PMS before going on the pill for a year, and not having it all while I was on the pill, I wasn't entirely sure what was happening, hormonally-speaking. (Also my monthly visitor arrived abotu 4 days early... which is better than late, don't get me wrong!)

Add all of that to taxes (oh oh oh we owe!) and a major energy shift at work, as we tried, unsuccessfully to buy out the stockholders and wham bam! All of that led to one very stressed out me... I should have clued in and realized it was time to slow down for a bit when I gashed up my little finger doing dishes. (Probably should have gotten stitches... or at least had a doc look at it, but it seems to be fine now. Bled for fuckin-ever though.)

By the time Friday night, the last weekend of Teacher Training, rolled around I was already exhausted and so not in the mood for catching Gurmukh's stressed out flak about how we were doing our practicums. (My standard answer of "It's what we did last year and it was fine then" didn't seem to appease her.)

I will say this though - working out has made me stronger emotionally. Rather than backpedaling when being questioned, I stood my ground. So much so, actually, that Tej had to say "We're not criticizing you, Hari Parkash." (Really? Cause it kind of feels like it.)

Long story short, I was ready for the weekend by 9:30 on Monday!

But I wasn't alone! Marlene had similar issues. So did Ben. So when I ran into Eaglewoman on Monday afternoon I asked her what was up... and she agreed that the energy of the full moon (oh yeah? Did I mention the full moon?) had things wacky. She also said that she'd noticed on Friday night my energy was off, and she was already sending me healing energy and that she wanted to gift me with a free session. SCORE!

Now all of that is a longgggg way of getting to the heart of this episode, which was today's incredible session with Eaglewoman.

I will start by saying that I was already feeling much more productive, more appreciated and stronger in the last couple of days. Without getting all "woman-power" about it, I do think the release of getting my period (have I mentioned it was 4 dang days early?) helped immensely. But I was not prepared at all really for the incredible power of this session with Eaglewoman.

We started as we always do with an opening of the space in which she says a prayer, as I (or anyone getting a treatment) stand, slightly pigeon-toed and knees soft, hands open, spine tall. As she began her prayer I felt an immense sense of calm come over me. Then I felt tingles all up and down my spine as I saw the spirit of a young man walk around me, brushing my aura with an eagle feather. I asked to see his face and when he stood in front of me, all I saw was the deep, kind eye of a hawk, yellow and blinking calmly. Ooookaay... stage was set for some powerful mojo.

After the prayer I laid down on the massage table, and Eaglewoman covered me up with a blanket and covered my eyes with a soft cotton cloth. Her treatments are very interactive, there's no drifting off as the angels just do their magic. You've got to do some work as well... She gently places her hands on different parts of my body - mostly my heart center and tummy and begins to ask different questions: "I am feeling that you are overly stressed - how does this resonate with you? It feels like you are attached to your thinking side of your brain, your analytical side, more than usual. Breathe deeply and go back to the point where this pattern was triggered. What happened there?"

It sounds silly, but it's hard work to dig that deep and trust so much. And a lot of issue came up. Like trust - as in my ability to really trust myself on a deep level to have what it takes to live up to this new promotion. Or on an ever deeper level to be a mother. Because, as she told me for the second time, there is a little soul petitioning very very hard to come over. She says it's a boy.

But don't go getting all excited - other people have said we'll have girls, and both Ajax and I have envisioned girls in our own meditations and trances. Actually it's kind of interesting that she's said a boy, because it's showing me my own investment in having a daughter. What I really want is a healthy happy child. A girl or a boy. I know we can raise an son to be a incredible man. One of the first things I thought when Ajax and I first got together was that with him, I'd be excited to raise a son because I know he'd be such a good powerful kind compassionate man. So who knows...

Back to the treatment...
(this is getting long...)

As we moved deeper into the session (which at once seemed to fly by in 10 minutes and also seemed to be two hours), Eaglewoman helped me to uncover some deep seeded fears of moving foward into my own strength. And helped me move into a stronger feeling of self-worth and appreciation for my own gifts. She also said that because I am so sensitive I take on the emotions (worry, fear, frustration...) of those closest to me (who me?), but what I have to learn is that because I am empathic, I need to learn how to discern what is mine and what is not. And to also learn not to take the stuff that's not mine so personally.

She also said that when I'm stressed, I tend to think from my analytic mind, relying on facts, figures and what I know. But in the end relying on that stuff doesn't actually help, but hurts because when I go to that left brained world, I turn off the intuitiveness and the creativity of the other side. So it's time to "forget what I know and remember what I've forgotten."

And with that release we went deeper. The whole time she was saying that she was re-aligning my grid and my position on the grid. As she worked on solidifying the grid, she said that the elders were placing a big emerald on my heart center and were handing me the archives - both of which are thing she'd not seen with other people before. Basically it means that it's really really time for me to step fully into my spiritual power and to start expecting miracles. Not to look for them, but just expect them to arrive.

It was a powerful experience. During the hour I went wayyy out to old lives, felt I was looking over an ocean from inside a cave on a cliff and felt as if I understood the entire universe and could heal the world.

After the session we were talking about the experience - we both agreed the ocean vision felt Atlantean (Atlantic?). I'm sure I had a lifetime in Atlantis (oh here I go, all woo-woo!) as a healer, but Eaglewoman confirmed it and said not only was I a healer but I could also move things telepathically.

We also talked a little about my dreams, which are getting more and more vivid... And her take on my dreams is that, just like in waking life, I am able to shift energy and create healing energy for the people I am dreamign about. Usually it's me in the dream, but she said that I have to start learning how to discern when it really is me, and when it's someone else that I am helping to heal. So I have to become more lucid in dreamstate. This will be interesting...

After the session I felt both 12 feet tall and light as a feather. Now I am tired. But so so so very grateful. Grateful that I spend my days in a place that encourages the kind of energy work I did today, grateful that I got to spend two hours of my workday babysitting my friend Elizabeth's little girl, and most grateful of all to come home to a beautiful house on top of a hill to find two sweet happy kittens and one amazing husband.

Back on the grid. And life is good.
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Back to Los Angeles. Back to work. Back to Mount Valentine...

We came back to LA and to amazing weather. 85 degrees. Sunny, light breeze. Just perfect. To say we were already ready for the weekend by about 10 am on Thursday would be a serious understatement. Imagine - a whole weekend with NOTHING TO DO! No plans, other than laundry. Oh and the wedding registry. Oh... and designing the invites. Oh... and dishes. Oh... and grocery shopping. Oh... and getting kitty food and flea treatment (for kitties and maybe for me too... grrr). Oh... and most important - weed out the garden!

But beyond that - nothing to do! And to be honest not much got done yesterday. Just the laundry. Well it got washed and dried. Putting it away will be today's task. Along withe above mentioned list of stuff...

So what did get done yesterday? A lovely long roundabout walk to Silver Lake Blvd for breakfast at the uber-swanky LAMILL Coffee shop. It's really not fair to call this place with it's mirrored walls and green snake-skin-like chairs and it's super fancy coffee a coffee shop. It's a coffee experience. The food was amazing too. I had baked eggs with a little bit of bacon and mushrooms - perfect size, absolutely tasty! And a virgin mojito, for which I am a sucker. This one had a mild iced tea, mint, club soda and sugar. Lots of the latter - it could have been less and still been yummy. Ben's coffee was strong, flavorful and not bitter.

A faster walk back along Sunset meant I could leave another message (this time in person!) for the manager at the Comfort Inn... this makes 5 in 5 weeks. Annoying, especially considering I am looking to give them a fair amount of business...

Back at Mount Valentine laundry was begun. Kittens were played with and cuddled. They are so happy we're home. Buster can't seem to disengage himself from my neck if I'm in bed. Boy is he going to be confused when I have a kid who's pretty much in that same region on a regular basis! Ella just rolls around in ecstasy every time we go near her and lets us rub her little heart-center, purring the whole time.

Around 2:00 I checked the Gluten-Free Girl's website and found an intriguing post on arepas. Little cornmeal pancakes. It called for pre-cooked white cornmeal, found mostly at Latino markets. Well, hello! We are surrounded by Latino markets! What a great excuse for another walk... So Ben and I went down to the better of the three within a 5 minute walk, stopping at the antique shops along the way.

Also stopped at Simple, which is a very cute little party store.. emphasis on little. But they sell lemon drops and gumballs in paint cans! PAINT CANS! And have not one, not two, but FOUR cupcake recipe books. We now need to throw a party. Who's birthday is next? (Ahem, Brian...)

At the market, I found a dizzying array of flours - rice, corn, wheat... not your average Von's this place... we ended up also coming with with the tostaditas, lime, avocado and real Mexican cokes. Mexican sodas don't have any corn or high fructose syrup. Just plain old regular sugar. You can taste the difference. And they come in much smaller bottles, just 12 oz as opposed to those crazy 48 oz things you get at 7-11.

As we walked home, I could already taste lunch: left-over roast chicken, tossed with fresh lime juice and sprinkled with salt, laying on fresh avocado all on a crispy tostada. With lime juice drizzled cucumbers on the side. And that ice cold coke. mmmmmmm.... It was just as delicious as I thought it was going to be! I could eat that every day for a week! (In fact I will probably have it for lunch today!) We ate our lunch on the veranda (we're now calling the porch the veranda... much more fitting for Mount Valentine) and stayed out there reading until we were too hot and had to come in. I think we lasted about 2 hours.

Then a luscious nap before getting up and attempting the arepas. Mixing them was easy - pour lukewarm water into the cornmeal and mush up with your hand. It felt neat - like gritty clay. The directions on the bag said to let it sit for five minutes so I did. Next time I make them I will try Shauna's recipe, which has a different ratio of cornmeal to water and also has oil. And no waiting - you just pop them right on the skillet. And then you wait. They have to cook for a long time on both sides and then in the oven too.

When they were done (or rather, when I couldn't wait any more because it was 9 pm and I was hungry) I cut one up and the inside was mushy and it tasted like cream of wheat, but with a corny flavor. I thought it was weird. I put some butter on it. Better. Duh.

Ben actually really like them, and ended up using two for buns for his buffalo burger and was really happy about it. So that's good. I will attempt them again later today... I think mine need to be thicker and a little bigger.

So yeah - after the registry, the invites, after the dishes, after the GARDEN, I will make more arepas. Mostly because I just really really like saying arepas!
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This has been an incredible experience, filled with good friends, fantastic food and lots of great wine!   

I'll write more soon when I've gotten my notes together and can write about everything (and post pictures to go along with it), but I can tell you why we are standing next to a giant pig...

Last month sometime I was reading some food blog about a rice and cheese ball (ahem, fried rice and cheese ball).  The photo made it look so good and the post from whatever blog I'd found my way to had been all about these hipster kids who lived in Manhattan and walked across the bridge and found this place called Espositos... and that's where they got the rice balls.  Turns out Espositos is only about 5 blocks from Gravity's house, so on Monday I ran in and got a rice and cheese ball.  Sadly, I forgot that the blog had advised that you ask them to heat it up, so mine was cold and not nearly as tasty as the picture led me to believe.  BUT the place was really cool - smallish, a LOT of meat and just really New York.  Plus I just really thought it was cool that I could read about someplace and get there.  

We ended up also get some soprasata (spelling???) there which was so yummy that we're bringing a roll of it home for Jimmy and Abby.  

In our last few hours here (car comes at 2:30 to take us away from the magic-land known to us as Carroll Gardens), we'll take the last of Ben's stuff to the pack & ship, get a little gifty for Blue (who's probably reading this, so I'm not saying what she's getting!), and tool around Smith Street.  

I've loved every single minute of being here. It's been a magical experience - every day different, every day fun and relaxing and perfect.  And so much like the playa that I know deep-down, if we actually ever moved here, it would never be like it was this week.  This week has been a week of ideals - every night spent dining out (or in) with good friends, every day spent walking somewhat aimlessly from place to place.  Not a real life.  But a really wonderful vacation from real life. 
So this weekend has been an amazing combination of fantastic food and incredible friends... but what has struck me the most this trip is how much like Burning Man this experience is. I'm not naive enough (or hopeful enough!) to think that New York is just like this all the time.  It's the entire package - staying with Gravity, seeing Brian and Surly and all our amazing hippos and the almost total lack of structure we enjoyed over the weekend. 

I was thinking yesterday more about Brian's party.  It was mostly Hippos: us, Gravity, Brian and Surly, Playatollah and Ruckus, David and Victor, Marguiles... enough to feel like we were in the dome or the SAO and what I finally realized yesterday was that once again, when I'm with Hippos I'm home.  It's a lot like when I see Mom or am just at home with Ajax - I'm the most comfortable, the most at peace I ever am.  So many times at parties, even at parties where I know people really well, I feel awkward and weird and not sure of myself or what to talk about.  But just like being at Burning Man, Saturday night was a night of feeling confident, cute, sexy, smart and well, to be honest, appreciated and loved.  It's a powerful feeling.  And I think everyone felt that way - we were all sort of high in a different way from the powerful combination of our energies.  

Yesterday was really similar.  We went out for dimsum with Brian, Surly and Brian's brother Andy and adorable, non-annoyingly precocious nephew Chase (the kid can put away some dimsum!).  It was a slow morning, everyone on their own time, knowing that eventually our collective times would match up and we'd be where we were supposed to be.  After dimsum, Ajax and I tooled around Brooklyn with Gravity.  I gotta say I am loving Brooklyn.  The families, the young couples - total hipster vibe, but really just awesome.  Then Ajax and I hopped the train to Manhattan, with the idea of going by Golden Bridge so I'd know where I was going this morning.  But as luck would have it, we ended up on an express train and the first stop that made sense to get off at was Union Square.  So we called Ruckus and dropped in on him for a few hours... It was really cool to see Ajax's old place and old neighborhood - I could see why he loved living there.  After a while Playatollah came by and off we went to Katz for sandwiches, which we took to-go and then hopped a cab back to Brooklyn for one last drink with Brian and Surly who left this morning.  

Having a little taste of the playa and especially being able to hang out with Ajax, Brian, Gravity, Playatollah and Ruckus so much has been incredible.  I spent most of my time with them my first year on the playa - an experience that completed altered my life in more ways than one.  And I'd seen so many photos and heard so many stories about the NY Hippos and their parties that it was just amazing and sweet and uplifting to be here and be a part of this little family.  

Today is my day on my own - yikes!  Will be extra weird after 2 days of being with people non-stop.  I'm going to Golden Bridge for class and then to who knows where!  Just tool around the Village and SoHo I guess!  

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It's a hell of a town!

We arrived at JFK at 5 am, got to Gravity's place in Brooklyn by 5:45 am, I was crashed out on the couch by 6:15 am (while the boys went on a walkabout for few hours!) and by 1 pm we were sitting in the bleachers at center field at Yankee Stadium soaking up the surprising sun and eating hot dogs and peanuts!

Last night was a fantastic party for Brian's 40th - a party filled with hippos we adore like Playatollah, Ruckus, David and Victor, Marguiles...  it was a wonderful night full of laughter, sillyness and hats.  Pictures later...  

I am so happy to be here - I adore Brooklyn.  Gravity lives above this fantastic little cafe (The Petit Cafe on Court) and it was so cool to go downstairs, get coffee and come back up.  In 5 minutes.  The energy of the city is amazing - it just feels so  great to be here.  

 I had more insightful things to say, but a) can't remember them and b) we have to go eat dim sum now.  
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we got a little rain on saturday night.

this is what we found in the morning when we went out to walk to breakfast and the park.

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I am totally ga-ga over our rose bushes.

And over the fact that I can send posts from flickr. Verrrrrrrryyy handy!

So without going too into detail, I recently turned down a job at another yoga studio (well, potential yoga studio - it's not open yet...). My loyalty and my hard work earned me a much needed and much deserved raise - yay!! It's a good raise. It will definitely cover the increase in rent we just took on with our new house.

But there's always the catch...

Last week I got a promotion! I am both thrilled and nervous about this - I haven't really dumped any major responsibilities off my plate, though I will soon get rid of the last albatross around my neck known as "accounting." So I am taking on a bit more responsibility and am now the "Program Director" for Golden Bridge. (My last title was a bit wordy - Creative Director/Teacher Training Director/Accounts Payable... it's nice to bring it down a notch.) My new position means that I am now overseeing all aspects of all events at Golden Bridge and Sada Simran and Sarab will work under me. (Zoinks!) It makes sense in a lot of ways... Gurmukh's travelling a lot, and Marlene's too busy to oversee the entire thing... And I've been frustrated lately that I, as the Creative Director, was not getting information for events until really late, was having to chase people around for the write-ups, etc. Now I get to set the standards and say when copy is due, etc etc. And also look at the overall picture to see if there are somethings that just don't make sense.

That part is exciting to me. And as I've started already on the path, I'm getting more excited. I realized yesterday we need a complete re-design on our Teacher Training page because we've added so many trainings (Boulder, India!) and I get to be the one who designs it! So cool!!!

But I'm also nervous because it's a lot more work. To be honest, I've kind of been coasting the past few months at work. With Teacher Training now almost done, I've been able to chill out a little... now things will ramp back up. But I realized yesterday that I'm excited about this promtion because it's a chance to prove to MYSELF what I can do. I'm (working on) letting go of worrying about if I'll be good enough or pleasing my bosses... (though obviously that's important).

Gurmukh said to me yesterday when we were talking about this, that I have to be much more pro-active, much stronger and more navel (more navel = more to the point, not taking no for an answer, etc) and that she thinks my work outs will help with that. I have to say I agree with that - working out has made me stronger - but I also know that I'm able to be stronger and to say what I think/need/feel because I am married to a man who not only loves that side of me, but encourages it in me. So I have learned to trust myself and my voice much more.
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We just got back from a lovely day in San Diego. Claudia and Sarah drove down with us and went to a family function, leaving Ajax and I to our own devices for a while...






Before you think all we did was take pictures of ourselves... we took pictures of other cool stuff too:


Nothing better than good friends coming to visit and giving us an excuse to get out and explore a little!!