Questioning Orthodoxy, Status Quo, Sacred Cows and Government Since 1961.

My studio in Big Foot Forest, Puget Sound, Washington, USA

Pot Luck For the Creative Soul.

This Glog (gourmet blog+)PASSES the APPROPRIATE CONTENT TEST... Although I am all for freedom of expression and I promote ranting when ranting does not hurt or frighten innocent people, I do limit my expletives to an occasional four letter word, not much more than that. Although I am a strict and narrow minded humor critic, I am no stranger to sailor talk, I am not prone to using it much anymore. I had a different audience when I was young, I was born into a rough crowd. I learned my way into a more responsible crowd. I should say I learned and worked my way in; one just doesn't learn to do things, we also have to do things. I my case, as for a lot of other women, it was the trial-and-error way of doing things, the hard way. Nowadays that is the stupid way because we have tons of amazing wise, strong women who are successful in every way whose mistakes we can learn from and follow the myriad of creative and productive ways that they pulled themselves up off the floor and lived great lives to tell about it! Honor the living, kiss the dead good-day. Honor the younger sisters and brothers who need examples of big sisters who keep it real; keep it crazy in a sane way, in a way that shakes the toxic nuts out of the tree, so the rest of us can produce a wild and healthy forest. Let 'er rip!

And here I go. Rippin' right into it again. Me and my big rants!

I'm thinkin' rebellion here. The difference between living in a crazy toxic garden gone wild that insists that the nuts that left the tree are the toxic ones. And to be fair some of most sane craziness does have a little toxicity to it. Sort of goes with the territory, when you grow up with monkeys you wind up with flea bites, and even when you get rid of the fleas there always remain a lot of scars. And scars can toxify our healthy expressions.

But back to the tree of the toxic nut jobs who are condemning the nut jobs who chose to ditch the tree and jump into something more enriching, more life-enriching and are now living in a garden gone crazy with growth of wildly healthy juicy fruits and nuts creating things never seen, heard, smelled or touched before. Like rarefied air! Like life-giving understanding. Like light so bright it hurts the eyes of the one who sought comfort in familiar darkness.

May all your fruits be juicy and all your nuts be raw.

I think everybody has struggled between the acts of rebellion vs. choosing to express their individuality and their unique take on life and totally healthy ideas. To be sure, our lives are and will always be a combo of old and new ideas. And to be sure again, we will always be creating something. Creativity is the one sure reality of life. As long as we breathe we are creating something, even if it is only a desire to expel carbon dioxide and indulge in something to drink or eat. And there you have it, a creative human being, putting excreta into the world. Along come the life phenonema of something called feelings and you've got a whole new playground for creativity to happen. Drinking acid and eating sand creates physical pain. Drinking juice and eating at mom's 5-star restaurant causes physical delight. And then what do you think happens next? All possibilities break loose for human emotion, expression and choice. What do we do with all the years upon years of physical pain and pleasure along with huge doses of emotional pain and pleasure? What are our choices and what are the consequences? To rebel or not to rebel; to look deeper within ourselves to find some little spark inside of us that has most likely been teased, tormented, or threatened in some other way so that the spark is either near death, hanging-in-there just waiting for you to get fed up enough with the "Old Toxic Nut Tree" ways of thinking and instead decides to honor the spark. Fuel it and fan it into a real solid flame.

Rebellion is an interesting concept. I think rebellion is what happens in families or societies where individuation and creativity have not been understood, honored or encouraged. People raised in national-centric, ethnocentric, gender-centric, family-centric and ego-centric atmosphere tend to rebel due to the circumstances in which they lives, where they have had a life time of training in very backward thinking. Shoving 18th century thinking upon our youth is a violation of human rights! It's a total violation of spiritual rights! Screaming meemies! In our nation there are groups of people who have been bred and grossly over-fed on 6th Century BC thinking! Don't get me wrong, I wholeheartedly embrace a lot of ancient spirituality, wisdom and health practices that creative thinking. a Necessary in those days because and angry. Now I am old and angry it There are no references to genitalia size, no F BOMBS, no racial slurs, nor is there talk of an individuals intoxication level becoming so severe that they can't perform the act of reproduction to the displeasure of the fellow reproductee. I think I just invented a new word.

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03/06/3006: Mary from Nevada City writes: "I had been sick for a month with a virus which ended up in very bad asthma. Advair did not control it. I needed albuterol several times a day. I woke up frequently every night with attacks. A friend recommended I take 2-3 T of coconut oil every day and surprisingly the viral symptoms decreased very quickly. I then found out about taking Bee propolis which also helped with the viral load. Interestingly enough, one well cooked turnip daily, with a T of coconut oil and pinch of sea-salt has also helped keep my lungs loose enough to manage, and yes coffee helped when things were really bad. Last but not least - I've learned to breathe exclusively through my nose; this really helps to calm an attack. I also use the netti pot every morning to empty the garbage that accumulates in the hidden recesses in my nose and throat."







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How to make your own throat and bronchial balms:
My favorite recipes for respiratory challenges.
As soon as I feel a tickle in my throat, or a
bit of wheezing, I reach straight for the acv.
balm: 3 parts acv, 3 parts lemon juice, 2 parts
honey with a spot of hot water to help dissolve
the honey. I've read that organic would be better,
but I've just used the standard grocery store stuff,
and it's still been nothing short of miraculous.
The taste is honestly not as bad as any cough syrup
or decongestant I've ever taken, and it's easily 1/10th
the price, ten times more and no destructive side effects.

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It is a mystical place. Good things go on here.


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It's all in the light.
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The creator in Cherokee is called U-ne-la-nv-hi,