Thoughts from a professional masker

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As a former OR nurse, I just don’t see what the big deal is. I worked 40+ hours a week, in a mask. For most of my nursing career. With asthma.

It’s not like anyone is taking away our guns. Goddess Forbid!

I know for a fact masks work to prevent the transmission of our germs from one being to another. That’s why we wear them in operating rooms. Everywhere. Globally. Because they work.

We wear masks to protect our patients. For many days before any symptoms emerge— we are all carriers. Of anything we might ‘catch’. From the flu to the common cold to TB to COVID. By the time symptoms appear — you have already been contagious for any number of days. Because your symptoms are your body’s response to the virus or bacteria that have taken up residence. The virus or bacteria, on the other hand, has been busy growing and spreading under your body’s radar. …


It’s not about vengeance after all

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When I started looking deeper into the philosophies behind my yoga and meditation practice, I learned about Karma. The real and true meaning of the energy.

Karma is defined by Dictonary.com as:

the sum of a person’s actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences. Destiny or fate, following as effect from cause.

Karma can be immediate or take a long time to percolate. However, it is always neutral — just as destiny is neither good nor evil. It simply is. Karma doesn’t seek justice on anyone’s behalf. It’s not punishment for misdeeds and sins. …


Carving out the steps: prompt

Ascending in Life

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Leveling up. It’s a common notion — everyone who has ever played a video game knows exactly what I’m referring to. The moment when you reach a place you have never been to before. The rules might change, the dangers are different, you learn to accommodate a new reality.

You’ve leveled up.

You have left the struggle of the previous level behind to face a brand new set of challenges. There is a moment of joy and victory that you bask in right before you realize— this level is even tougher. …


Holding & Healing: prompt

A fireside chat

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Pause. That’s it. Push it now. Drop out of Your Life. You’ll be amazed — they won’t even really miss you. All those Humans whom you thought couldn’t survive without you — will do just that. Survive without you.

What’s that you say? You have deadlines, meetings, vacations, and other such sundry stuff on your agenda/calendar/datebook. {chuckle} Guess again.

You’ll be sitting here until further notice. On your couch. Being grateful for every breath. Every. Single. Breath. You will learn to exist in Your Now because that’s the only piece of Time you can concentrate on,

Breathe in. Breathe out. …


Rice & …: Prompt

MMMMMM

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Years ago I stumbled across a recipe that paired some refried beans over rice with a homemade Granny Smith Apple salsa. And just like that — I fell in love with beans with my rice.

For all of My Life — I have loved rice. Any rice, anyway, anyhow one makes it. I have never met a rice I didn’t love. My mother never made rice — I started making it as a married Human and if I say so myself — I make damn good rice.

But that recipe — with the beans and apple salsa completely blew me away. The original recipe calls for shredded chicken to go on top and that was pretty good. However, since I became a vegetarian — I’ve made it without the chicken and it is even better on its own. …


You don’t have to sit still to meditate

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I discovered the incredible benefit of moving meditation years ago. Twice a month my facility would set up a labyrinth in their chapel. Every second and fourth Fridays found me taking a bit more time for lunch and walking its intricate path.

Over and over I would place each step with care and mindfulness. I would feel my mind open and thoughts would flow — in, past, through, around. Solutions to problems I pondered would arrive on wings of peace.

Years later, I would buy my first motorcycle. I was stunned to find that riding my bike on peace-filled country roads produced the same mindfulness as my labyrinth walks. Zen found me as I became one with the wind, the trees, the road, with My Now —completely in the moment. …


Dedicated to Imelda

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July 2017:

I have a pair of shoes (Frye boots actually) that are thirty-eight years old. I’ve had them re-soled twice.

I. Love. Them.

I am not your typical woman in many ways, but I do like shoes. I notice shoes. I really love boots. You can wear boots on your motorcycle, at least a lot of my boots you can. But I digress, back to the shoes.

I believe one of the many reasons woman love their shoes so much is because shoes are really timeless. …


The latest production

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She sat at Her desk quietly watching the mob on Her computer screen lose their shit. She gently removed Her glasses and placed them on the top of Her head. And then She-Who-Created-All-Things closed Her eyes and pinched the bridge of Her nose.

When the sigh left Her lips, the foundation of the building shuddered under its weight.

Everyone at Corporate wondered what She was going to do. They had seen the images as well. It had reminded them of the Bad-Old-Days — when witches were burned and castles were stormed. The only thing missing had been torches. But the costume design of this latest dystopian production more than made up for that piece. …


Living on less

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I retired on the first day of December. My last working day was sometime in November. My pension is less than half what I earned as a case manager. I thought for sure there would be a struggle with financial deceleration once those paychecks stopped arriving every two weeks.

It was a wonderful shock to discover how well I can live on this much smaller amount.

Now granted, retail therapy has never been my drug of choice — so perhaps that’s one reason it’s easier for me to make ends meet. But a lot of expenses left the building when I stopped working. …


Telling the tale of 2020

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Last January — when COVID was just something happening someplace else — I started a Gratitude Jar. Every day I wrote one thing I was thankful for in 2020 and placed the slip of paper into a gorgeous purple vase. The vase is a gift from my grandchildren. It arrived in December of 2019 with lush purple orchids. The flowers were long since gone — but the vase reminded me every single day of The Magical Creatures. They are my deepest and truest blessings of all.

Enter January 2021. Last week I turned out the notes and began to read them. I had placed the date on each one, so I knew exactly when I had stopped this gratitude practice. It was February — well short of the 66 or so days required to build a new habit. I had stopped even before my 3/13 lockdown date. …

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