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 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. …

How do you identify yourself?: prompt

What’s in a name?

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Just like Nancy — I was given a fruity nickname by my high school friends. Partially because my nemesis (Jack) showed his affection by tormenting the hell out of me. Jack used to ask me (comedian that he was) — “Is that your nose or are you eating a banana?” And then punctuate his question by calling me “Anna-Banana”. For him the joke never got old. He also labeled another friend, “Lizard.” A direct comment on her attractiveness to the male of the species.

Yep. Kids can be cruel.

But being high school girls in the ’70s, Lizard and I simply embraced the pain our given nicknames caused us and pretended it didn’t matter. That the insult to our physical appearance was actually a show of affection from a male of the species. Both of us became very good at the art of sarcasm to hide our hurt. …

The power and peace in a pronoun

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Every Father’s Day — I have to remind myself that there are loving men out there who enjoy participating in their children’s lives. My son-in-law is an amazing Dad. A Real Dad to his girls. A loving parent.

My own life experience as a child did not give rise to a loving, caring father archetype. In fact, it was just the opposite.

After my mother died, my father was lost in his grief and in his own world. I wasn’t his daughter — I was staff — there to tend to his household and keep things running. …

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


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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. …


Ann Litts

Self discovery in progress, stay tuned

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