Archive for January 1, 2013

Speaking of figs & flutes…

Good Morning!

Another New Year. It’s a glorious wonderful thing. I know that some of you have had particularly bad times at the end of 2012 and I hope that you are able to look at your lives with optimism and know that there are always things to look at and find joy in.

I have had a rough month or so. I’ve been feeling cranky & tired & mean & selfish. Feeling always tired for no reason is a huge warning sign for cancer so it’s one of the few things that really and truly makes me very scared. I had my sixth month appointment with me family doctor and didn’t actually tell her any of that but by instinct she ordered a bunch of blood work that I haven’t had since chemo and I just got the results and it shows that my red blood cell count is  low and my white blood cell count is even lower. So I sucked it up and ordered yet another supplement! This is all B’s & Folic Acid plus a couple of other similar things. It’s a huge thing for vegetarians to watch out for. With my current diet I’m pretty sure I’m completely lacking in most of the things that help your body build blood cells. Hopefully getting that under control will help me feel a little more upbeat & give me back some energy. I hate feeling this way. Oh! And I look like shit! My hair is thin, my nails are thin and my skin is ashy. Definitely something missing.

Now it’s time for the illustrated portion of our blog.

I love my kids. 🙂 It’s a rare moment when I see them together and it makes me smile like nothing else can.

My niece bought me a 2013 Wizard of Oz calendar.Love it!

I’ve been learning how to make crochet flowers. I always thought it would be perfect for me and my short attention span. I’ll keep making them from different yarns until I have enough to string together to form a blanket or something. This way I can change colors & types of yarn and not get bored. I can even collect leftover yarn from people to throw in the mix. We’ll see. Maybe next winter I’ll have enough to put together and show you a picture.

This is in my breakfast rotation. There are very tasty and surprisingly filling! I keep finding them on sale which makes them even nicer.


I decided to try and teach myself the Native American Flute. I bought a plastic one a couple of months ago and have been playing the heck out of it. Sounds like an ugly whistle most of the time, but it showed me that it is something I enjoy and can learn.

 So last week I finally ordered a real flute. It came yesterday. The bigger the flute the deeper the sound usually. This one is made wider with the holes closer together specifically for a woman’s hand. 

The reviews for the flute warned that the carver puts on religious words or phrases sometimes, which for us heathens could be a little annoying. This is what mine said.

I don’t think it could have said anything more appropriate. I have spent 18 months trying to heal my body and it’s definitely taking it’s toll on my spirit.

So my wish for all of you is that you find ways to heal your spirit. To find something that touches that place in you that gives you joy and makes your chest feel like it’s filled with light.


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