Last night, after 2 hrs in the late afternoon sun,
writing out daily gratitude's in my journal, and
readngBarbara Colorosso's, "Kids are Worth It!"
, I biked with a fervour, to my 55 minute TCM
healing treatment at New Feet.
Beginning to sob, as my compassionate healer,
who owns her own acupuncture clinic in Bejing,
dug into dozens of deep knots and emotional pain,
in my shoulders. Years of sadness, grief, and
unrequited emotions, buried in my tissues.
Cutting like a knife, her knowing fingers . moved
with acute accuracy and knowing. Getting that
lowered Chi ... flowing...
And, that was before my bike ride to a local
raw cafe, for a large piece of chocolate ganache
cake, topped with raspberries, and a 40 minute
power workout on the weight room.
Later, I watched China's fabulous firework's display,
light up the sky, from a safe harbour in Kitsilano.
Speaking to an older East Indian man - about our polar
shift and the safest place to possibly live, during this
Afterwards, I went shopping for more organic
vegan foods of the rawstruck variety. Talking
to a recently divorced fellow Goddess, about
how she decided to marry herself. She even
showed me the silver ring, crafted by Mexican
artisan's. A worthwhile $8.00 investment
of far-stretching Canadian dollars.
Soon after; devouring 2 wickedly wonderful
piece of delectable raw pizza - worth living for -
before taking my sturdy metal warrior for an
intense spin up the hill .. for an invigorating
35 minute beautifying bath in the negative ion-
charged summer rain.
Now, to eat a large green kale and red cabbage
salad, fermented Botija olives, saurkraut, and
avocado .. before watching a well deserved movie,
with one sleepy and affectionate teenage son, who
merely wants to cuddle and fall asleep in his powerful
Mommy's tanned and toned - yet, more than all else -
Bless us all.
Owning my power,
This pic was taken of me,this past evening, as i worked out ...
Happy to be alive .. after being in and out of bed, for the past
wounded week, with that Fukishima bug
that came in with Vancouver's recent low-lying cloud cover.
Our bodies always speak our truth.
Listening and Loving,